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A/N: I've updated the first chapter, I still don't have a beta reader, if anyone's interested for the undertaking I would not say no.

Days Gone Bye

Many years ago a pandemic of epic proportions rocked the world; the dead started to come back to life and attack the living. This is a story of how we survived, came together, the people we lost and the city's we had seen destroyed. A tale of our will to live and the choices we were forced to make, as well as the people we met along the way that we'd both cared for and had to leave behind. You will hear from several of us, so first we must go back several years ago, before I ever arrived at the camp outside of Atlanta, I had been in a coma and when I woke the world was changed forever.

My name is Glenn Rhee, I'm Korean-American, born and raised in Michigan, I moved to Atlanta when my father disowned me after I came out, I'm bi-sexual who prefers men, he said never wanted to see me again my mother agreed with him and my sisters helped me get to Atlanta George to stay with a friend till I got on my feet. I wanted to go to College but to do that I needed money so I got the first job available, which happened to be as a pizza delivery boy.

When the shit hit the fan I had been in Macon, visiting a friend who had come down with some sort of illness that no one could explain, she didn't make it and then tried to bite me. I then made my way home, it was easy once I got a car, and this sweet girl I forgot her name a while back, gave me a walkie-talkie so I could stay in touch with others. When I arrived I found a group of survives, they needed someone to fetch supplies, I knew all the back roads and short cuts, and I was good at scavenging for things, so I was the best man for the job. I was sitting near my tent the day before I met Rick, the man who woke from a coma and was presumed dead. I was looking around the camp. About two months had passed since the dead started to rise. The first person of my new life that I looked at was:

The use to be Deputy Shane, the woman that shares his camp Lori, was Rick's wife, but when I first met them I thought she was Shane's, she shared camp with him and her young son Carl. Shane's a bit of an ass but he seems to mean well, plus he doesn't give me a hard, time usually. Lori loves her son and it was clear she missed her husband but I wasn't blind I'd seen the looks he gave her; I knew something was going on between the two of them.

Next to them was the Peletier family. The husband and father Ed was abusive to his caring, quite wife Carol, she was so shy I never really got to know her much until later, and the way he looked at his innocent daughter Sophia just wasn't right.

Then there was Andrea and her younger sister Amy. Amy was kind and had been looking after the children, Andrea I wasn't sure about at the time, she seemed protective but I hadn't really talked with her much. They'd been holding up in Dale's RV. Which brings me to Dale and Jim.

Dale was an older man who had clearly bonded with the sisters on a fatherly level, and he was the most human of us all. The man Jim stuck to Dale most days, he was a mechanic before the dead started eating his customers and he had to leave in order to survive, he didn't talk much about any family or friends.

Then there was the Morales family, the husband who seemed to prefer to go by his last name had his wife and their two children all shared one tent, they played with Carl and Sophia, they were kind and Morales was brave. At the moment Morales was packing some supplies, he knew some things about the city so he was joining our scavenger party; I usually went in a few times a week to grab things, this would be the first time anyone joined me.

Morales was currently talking to. T-Dog and Jacqui who were the only African Americans, if you wanted to be politically correct, if not, you had the Dixon brothers for that, they were loud mouthed, raciest red-necks, who had their tent separated from the group but managed to 'cause problems anyways, especially the older of the two.

Jacqui was good at standing up for herself against the brothers; she kept to herself but had decided to go with us to the city.

T-Dog had been able to ignore most of the verbal abuse slurred his way from Merle the older Dixon brother. Daryl wasn't as bad, when he wasn't around Merle, in fact I noticed Daryl pick up his crossbow; I'd never seen him without it as he headed into the woods.

I followed in after him, over the past couple of weeks I'd gotten to know Daryl rather well. The part of him that he kept hidden from pretty much everyone, especially his brother. Of course considering who his brother was that was more of a survival instinct. I looked around after losing Daryl's trail, which wasn't a surprise, Daryl's a good hunter, tracker and I would say lover, but Daryl seemed emotionally cut off. I didn't know much about Daryl before the dead started to eat the living, but what I did know was that he loved his brother, even when his brother was abusing him, he still loved him.

I gasped as I was spun around; pushed up against one of the trees and my mouth ravished by Daryl who had his cross bow slung over his back. "It's been a long time Chinaman." Daryl whispered in my ear. The nickname had grown on me, it started as a clear cut insult and had turned into a pet name that I was starting to enjoy even though I continued to correct him that I'm Korean.

I soon found myself on the ground with Daryl on top; we were both naked. At some point during our make out session Daryl had managed to strip us of our clothes, after he'd set his bow at a short distance but within easy reach of us. Daryl put his fingers in his mouth for the lack of lube that I hadn't been able to score lately during my scavenging, along with condoms.

Daryl quickly prepared me then entered in a rush. We didn't have time to draw this out; we were both horny and in need and I wanted him so bad. I wrapped my legs around Daryl's waist as he thrust fast and hard as I tried to stifle my moans of pleasure at the feeling of Daryl's cock in me.

He wasn't the first man I'd been with, I dated my boss for a time but I found out real quick that his nice persona was a façade. More on that later.

I bit the palm of my hand to keep from crying out, the last thing we needed was to draw any walkers to our location, not like we'd seen any out in the woods for the last several weeks we'd been here, all the dead had congregated to the city. But we'd been trying to keep our relationship a secret, mostly because of Ed and Merle.

At some point I ended up with my hands around Daryl digging my nails into his back. Daryl had a grip on my waist doing the same; I knew there would be bruises when this was over. And if Daryl noticed he'd apologize and then kiss them, which was like one of the only times he ever let his guard down.

We both climaxed at that point, I came first, and then Daryl followed quickly after into pure oblivion. I had made my lip bleed a little trying not to scream out; Daryl's good at biting off his noises, I wasn't, I wondered if that was from his past or just who he was.

Then I slipped up in the afterglow of my orgasm, I said something that I wasn't sure if Daryl was ready to hear or not, but it was completely true, I never took it back and I meant every word. At that time, I had been falling hard for Daryl and I just couldn't stop myself.

"I love you." I regretted it the moment it left my mouth, the look on Daryl's face as he pulled away from me. I didn't want to take it back, it was true, and I would never take back anything I said to Daryl that was from the heart.

But Daryl stood up and started to dress. Daryl wasn't good with words, that had been very clear from the beginning. So he stumbled a little on what to say, he finally gave up once he finished dressing. He grabbed his crossbow and headed into the woods to hunt, it's what he did, he'd been getting us most of the meat we'd had the pleasure of eating. Merle hunted too sometimes I guess, I wouldn't really know I tried to avoid him as much as possible, besides Merle was never big on sharing.

Once I could no longer see Daryl I got up, cleaned myself off and dressed, I had to get back to camp 'cause we needed to leave soon for the city. I was use to going to the city by myself before I found this camp, I'm good at scavenging, but now that I was there they wanted to go with me. It was a bad idea but I had been out voted.

Shortly after I got to camp it was time to leave and head to Atlanta, I told Shane and Dale we'd probably be back in a few days. I told them I'd keep in touch with the walkie and then left on foot, cars made too much noise and we needed to be as quite as possible at the moment.

We made it to a department store by nightfall and slept there, with a person on watch just in case, luckily by morning the geeks hadn't noticed us…yet. They were milling about the streets, so there was the ever constant danger of being found.

We started to look for things that would be useful or needed, while T-dog and Merle had gone to the roof, the rest of us gathered what we could. Merle had found a nice spot to keep a look out, with his riffle. After an hour Andrea and I got up on the roof while Morales continued to look for things his family needed. We wanted a look at our surroundings. I knew my way around the buildings so if we needed a quick escape I was the guy to follow.

It was a couple of hours later when we heard something, it sounded like hooves, I looked and sure enough there was a guy riding a horse, like from a western galloping into town. I saw this ending badly. I ran to a different building to try and get his attention, the guy was riding right into a herd of walkers and didn't even know it.

I stopped several buildings over that was near an ally way, and then I saw the horse go down, watched the guy loose what had looked like a bag on his back. I couldn't be sure from here but there was stuff sticking out of it, I just couldn't make out what they were. I watched as the man crawled under a tank that had been left when the army had tried to take back the city and failed. The geeks followed him, I was sure the guy was a goner.

But as I watched I saw the guy pop out of the top of the tank, then he went back in closing the hatch that had been surrounded by the undead. I took out my walkie and switched channels until I found the military broad band; I was hoping to get him on the radio in the tank.

"Hey you, dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank, are you cozy in there?"