A/N: this is an experiment; I haven't written a WIP in a long time (The amount of good Caryl fics scares me!) and I might take some time between a chapter and the other, but I hope to update once a week (I'm crossing my fingers!)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Walking Dead or the characters; I'm just borrowing them !
PROLOGUE
The brain is a wonderful machine; it can store lots of information and pop them up whenever you don't expect them to.
Rick doesn't know about this, he is sleeping into the coma, but his brain is awake, it is dreaming about a world overran by zombies. The physicians don't know about it, they can just tell his wife Lori that he is still alive, somewhere, that she doesn't' have to lose her hopes of him waking up someday, any day.
So, Rick is dreaming, but not all the people in his mind aren't fake. Scary thing, right? A sleeping man can create a world in his own head, and put random strangers in it, because their memories had just popped up and had nicely intertwined with the product of his synapses.
Rick doesn't know, nor does Lori or even the young neurologist who picks and pokes Rick almost every day. The young man wants to know why the exams have those results, why the brain is so active but doesn't allow the sheriff to wake up. But that's another story, we shall focus on two broken families which exist and, somehow, remained impressed somewhere in Rick's mind.