A/N: so I should be working on my other chapter story but im having writers block for them. (I will watch amzing spider man and hansel and Gretel, maybe the two avengers this week and be back for it but for now,) I had this written on paper back before navy and I just finished watching the end of season 5 (cries) so I hope you like it. I forgot what made my mind think of this. I know a part of it was my obsession with werewolf Daryl and sexy alpha (still human) Rick.

Disclaimer: no own, not complex in my own writing to own such a delectable show

Wondering. That's what they did now. Rarely could they even stay the whole night in a single place. Lori was showing now and the group could barely feed themselves, let alone a pregnant lady.

"Are you sure we should go this far out of our grid?" asked Carol from beside Rick in the front seat. Rick's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, trying not to second guess himself. Even if it was a bad idea the group knew they either go with and do as he says or go off alone and most likely die soon after. They all followed him. Fearful yes, but they trusted him as well.

"We have no choice." Was all he supplied. They continued driving till they reached the town Rick chose. It was already late but they needed to find food and secure a place for the night. The group steps out of their respective vehicles and they all fall into a circle around Rick waiting to be told what to do. "T-Dog, Carl, and Glenn, go and find a place to sleep tonight. Everyone else, come with me, we look for food." Some left with apprehension, not used to splitting up. Others kept their minds on the job at hand. "We meet back here before sunset." Rick stated gruffly. Rick led with a careful but confident stride. The others walked to catch up as soundlessly as possible and went from house to house, store to store. They did not go far from the meeting place. Sunset was close at hand before they even started. With a small bag of food and medical supplies, Rick's group jog back to the meeting place to get back at the appropriate time. Glenn, welcomes them with good news as the sun's light dies behind him.

"We found a place for the night. It has lots of food." An instant passes and the group has a lighter feel around them from his words. They would finally have full bellies for the night. T-Dog leads the way for the group to a rather plain house. One could pass right by it without noticing. They go around back to find a small shed, placed near the outer edge of the enclosed back yard and when Carl opens it, there are stairs.

"It's a bunker," Hershel supplies as the group looks on in amazement. One by one they all make their way inside with Rick staying behind to watch their surroundings. When he is satisfied with the uncharacteristically quiet environment he turns to go inside, but halts mid step. He heard something. It was faint, barely there. A curse word from a man was carried on the wind and he decided that only he would take the watch tonight while the others stay in awe by what was down below ground.

"Holy shit, someone was ready for the end." Maggie says. The group claims spots as theirs and gather around the food found while Carol takes stock of everything in the room. There was enough to eat comfortably for two weeks. The biggest haul yet.

"We will eat what we gathered tonight, tomorrow we pack everything we can into the cars." Rick states. The haul tonight was decent enough that they would not be hungry so the group treated tonight as a celebration. Rick stepped out after he finished his small plate. Eating just enough to let the others have their fill. They were all smiling, a treasured sight even if Rick does not show it. He relaxed his stiff body for a few moments though. Down in the cellar, The group found a single bottle of wine in their merry making. Rick gave Glenn a nod of approval before he stepped out and the group yelled in pleasure. His family was full. His family was happy. Now to keep it that way for the night. Once out and in between a rose bush and a dying tree Rick settles and listens to the night, paying no head to the stars above, only staring out before him and listening for anything behind.

Rick shakes his head to rouse his tired mind from a long night of watch standing. The man was not just a man, it was a group. He growls low to himself in frustration. They were far enough he did not wake the group, and eventually the sounds from them were dead silent. A feeling in his gut told him that it wasn't good. Rick goes back inside and wakes everyone up with as much kindness as a wood chipper to a pile of wood.

"Everyone up, we leave now!" he didn't have to yell, his growl of an order got everyone moving no questions asked. Maggie was the first to get done, whispering to Rick to know what was going on. He says nothing, Maggie instantly drops it. Once everyone was done they all head out, jumping in their respective cars after packing them full of all the food they found and immediately driving away from the town entirely. The group was nervous. The ones who shared Rick's car would look at him, confused, thinking he did not notice. Rick couldn't shake that feeling. The feeling that has kept him alive thus far. The feeling that he needed to get away. He felt naked. He always wished he could stop this feeling but at least it helped him survive. They get a mile out before they meet a road block that blows Rick's tires. The other three cars managed to stop in time after watching his car skid a few feet farther. Rick fishtails it to a stop and unbuckles himself in a frenzy. "Grab what you can carry and run." Out of the car and sprinting back with arms full of supplies; Beth, Carol, Rick and Lori retreat back to the other cars. Half way there they are swarmed by a crowd of men. Rick fights back instantly with intent to kill every one of them. He takes down one swiftly with his knife, then another, but his world quickly goes black and a ringing in his ears tells him he got hit hard in the head. It wasn't peaceful blackness that greeted him in this world. It was dead hands grabbing and tearing at him. Pulling him farther and farther under filth being hidden by the dark subconscious. He kicked and fought until finally he saw a figure of light. With animalistic determination, he dives for it, violently coming to. Looking around frantically he sees he is behind bars in a bland room of cement and more bars. Jail cells. They were in a police station. Ironic really, Rick a sheriff, now behind bars by psychopaths. He would probably had laughed if he hadn't forgotten how to. Rick turns his head to see he was sharing a cell with Carol and T-Dog. The next one over held Hershel Lori and Glenn. The one after that held Beth and Carl. Everyone is accounted for but he does not relax his permanently stiff muscles. "Carol, is everyone ok?" said woman was currently assessing Carl and Beth then turns to Rick.

"No one has anything worse than a bump on the head. What do you think they want with us?" Rick looks to and fro to figure a plan but all he comes back to are cold iron bars. He sighs.

"Nothing good. Nothing is ever good." They didn't wait long after everyone woke up. A man, largely built with blonde dreads to his waist stomps through the door with a younger man trailing behind, strapped with leather strips as clothing. Rick doesn't feel any better with the group that abducted him. He examines the man in bondage. He was strong with working hands.

"Hey Boy, my name is Rex. A nick name really but that doesn't matter. Welcome to my temporary living space." He stretches out his arms to gesture to the room around and probably what is on the outside as well. "So you have two choices, be part of our group and we won't kill you, refuse and die. I'm not one to beat around the bush so I hope this is straight forward enough for you." Rick glares with eyes of a cold abyss. Rex's eyes take it in with apprehension. He then pulls the younger man down and slams him on the ground to kneel. Rick sees the mop of dark brown cover eyes that are empty. He notices a tan line that suggests sleeveless was how he went and from where he stood, scars littered his back. Rex snaps his fingers at Rick. "What do you choose?" Rick growls.

"No." He has no idea what to do but he knows he won't join. Not even long enough to get out with no guarantee of them being together anyways. Rick notices a uniform under the rags of the blonde, a janitor, with a nametag that reads Richard. Said man sighs, then gets up, kicking the boy to the side.

"Fine, you can see my secret weapon then." He smirks at them. "Ty, bring me the mutt's suit." A man comes in that looks scrawny and malnourished. He pushed in a huge crate on wheels the size of a grown man. Ty takes off the lid to reveal a machine that resembles that of a dog skeleton. The man, probably the mutt that was spoken of, starts whimpering quietly. Rex turns to him sharply. "Shut the fuck up dog. You do as your master says." He then picks him up by the neck and holds him up to the machine skeleton. A moment of silence passes and the machine awakens to merge with the guy, bones of metal clamping down on his body like an exoskeleton. He struggles only slightly as he is pushed inside the machine. The metal lines his body but then it starts to spread around his body like a metal cocoon making him turn into that of a metal dog. It stand there, unmoving for a minute then jumps out in a flash, landing on all fours. The helmet covers his entire face with a black visor to see out of. The only visible part of the guy within is the joints to allow flexible movements. "Kill them, slowly and painfully." Rex leaves the room with such an at ease stride he might as well have been finished talking about the weather. Once the door shuts the machine moves toward the three jail cells with an almost forced stride. Rick notices a dark red light outlining the visor. The boy, now machine, stalks toward the cell that hold the youngest of the group. Hershel yells at it to leave them alone and Lori cries in fear of losing Carl. Rick gets up and starts ramming himself against the cell door landing with loud thuds and screaming at it to stop. It falters. Rick sits on the ground with an almost dislocated shoulder and watches in horror. But it just stands there. Still as if time had stopped. It tilts his head to one side and growls. Rick feels his heart clench. What nightmare has his mind taken him to? Its tail moves like a whip and opens the cell, almost ripping it off its hinges. Carl screams for him and Rick's instincts that have lain dormant for so long have activated full force, making him scream at the thing threats he never thought he'd make up himself. But it just walks to the next cell and does the same then comes to his. He notices how forced the movements are. As if something were holding him back. When his cell is ripped open, the thing howls in a mechanical dog sound for pain. It looks at him and Rick can't help picturing those empty eyes begging him for something.

"Kill those men," Rick grunts out, going by instinct. "And I won't kill you." The light on its helmet that glows red flickers, as if a war between that light and the man were raging until finally, it stops.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" a scream comes from the man mixed with pure pain and anger that raises the hair on Rick's neck. With great speed it jumps through the door and out of sight. He heard it though. He heard the cries of the other men in the group. Pure agony and some please of mercy. Rick shakes his head.

"We leave, grab weapons and kill anyone you see." He leads the charge and picks up weapons off of the other men that now lay dead. Skulls crushed and heads ripped clean off. Armed to the teeth, Rick guides them outside and he is greeted with a sci-fi scene of machine against man. Machine was losing. "Get to that van." Rick points as they sprint. The machine was providing a distraction that they go unnoticed and climb in. Rick searches for the keys and find them in the center console. He jams them in and drives straight through the chaos and outside of town barely missing the obstacles from his speed and running over a few walkers in his haste. He doesn't stop. No one expected him to. It was them or the wolf.

"Think the guy made it?" Carl asks from behind the driver seat. Rick doesn't answer. He glares at the road, hoping against hope that they will be free of whatever that was. His gut, however, laughed at him for thinking such things.