This was it.
Daryl Dixon could feel the hope in his heart slowly slipping as he and his brother tried to fight off a herd of 'Zombies' unsuccessfully. The man was almost out of arrows and they were closing on him like a trapped animal. He shot his brother a look in which was returned. That was all they needed, a simple look to say goodbye.
A distant honking made Daryl's eyes snap forward as he continued to move back from the herd. The zombies were momentarily distracted by the new sound which could possibly be more food. The majority turned to the sound which happened to be someone in a huge cube van. The vehicle continued in their direction until there were a few feet in front of the two bewildered brothers.
By this point all of the zombies were crowded around the vehicle, scratching and hissing from the intrusion. A head popped over the top of the cube van and yelled out to the two men.
"Run around the corner and hide in the alleyway, we'll meet you there." Daryl gave a quick nod before grabbing his brother, Merle, and sprinting away from the herd.
The two, surprisingly, did what they were told and waited in an alley for the person in the van. Not ten minutes later the cube van swung around the corner and stopped exactly in front of the Dixon brothers. The door in front of them swung open and they were quickly ushered in.
As soon as the door closed the vehicle sped off. A gun was pressed to both brothers' head as the cube van continued.
"Names." A female voice demanded. Daryl's eyebrows shot up to his hairline in surprise. He looked at the corner of his eye to see Merle with a similar expression.
"Daryl." He said simply.
"Merle." His brother said, copying his monotonous voice. Both men heard a snort from behind them.
"Merle? I'm sorry but who names their son Merle?" The voice was different from the first one they heard, it was a lot lighter and playful even, but, no matter how playful it seemed Merle's anger always wins. Said man turned around, grabbed the gun that was at his head and pointed it at the woman who held it seconds before.
A gasp escaped her lips as her grey eyes flicked to her friend who looked stunned.
"Everything okay back there?" A male voice cut through the air. The woman who still had a gun ran a hand through her thick black curls.
"Yeah Xavier, everything's good," she called back. The woman without a gun shook her blonde hair out of its ponytail in a calm manner. Merle held the gun tighter angrily.
"Look, Merle, if we didn't come to save you, you would be Zombie dinner okay? You're lucky we saved your sorry ass so give me my damn gun back and maybe we can have a normal conversation." The older man looked at the blonde shocked but gave back her gun nonetheless.
He sat back down quietly next to the blonde while the brunette made Daryl sit down.
"Names." Merle demanded. The blonde was the first to speak up.
"I'm Piper and over there is Skylar, she doesn't talk much so don't mind her quietness," Merle and Daryl both nodded, "You got a group?" Again the two nodded.
"Where?" Skylar asked. All heads snapped to her and immediately a blush formed in her tan cheeks.
"Just outside of Atlanta, beside a quarry," Daryl answered. Skylar immediately stood up to tell Xavier.
"Hope you don't mind a few extras."
The Atlanta survivors could hear the engine of a vehicle but couldn't quite decipher where it was. Dale Horvath grabbed the binoculars from around his neck and followed the sight of a van as it followed the road to the camp that they resided at.
"Uh guys?" Several survivors looked up at the old man, "We may have a problem."
The van came to a stop on the dirt road. Xavier looked out of the windshield to see several people with guns pointed at the vehicle.
"Guys, we here." He called to the four people in the back. He heard the doors open and decided to get out. He slowly slid out with both hands up to show no harm. The four people came around from the side.
Almost immediately everyone stopped pointing their weapons at the strangers from the sight of the Dixon brothers. Daryl was the first to speak up out of the small group.
"Everyone, this is Piper and Skylar and the guy over there is Xavier, we ran into 'em in Atlanta and decided to let 'em in the group so yeah." With that the man walked off to his tent. Skylar let a small smile slip from the fact that he didn't want to admit they saved his ass.
Everyone gathered to meet the new people and already they knew they were welcome.