Hello, everybody!

This is a fanfiction about my own character meeting the beloved Atlanta group in season 2. Please review if you got the time, let me know what you think or what you would like to happen in the story!

(Disclaimer; I dont own the Walking dead)

Chapter 1:

I leaned back against the tree. I was tired as fuck. I had been running for two weeks, and I was still not save. I needed to find a place to hide, and fast. I couldn't go on like this for ever. I searched in my backpack. Yep, literally running on fumes.

"Damn it."

I had no food left. I wasn't a guy that eats 24/7, but no one could go further in this heat without food, water…

I looked through my binocular. I could see the highway, coming from Atlanta. It looked like a graveyard. All the cars were abandoned, upside down, bruised or burned out. Cars of people who didn't make it out in time. Those people were now probably walking around like undead cannibals. Wait, if you're a walker and you eat humans, are you still a cannibal? It got me wondering for a while. I mean, in fact walkers are not so different then us. They have the same organs and the same needs, but they don't die, unless you smash in their brains. And they still live if you chop off their heads. That happened to me yesterday. I smiled as I looked at my red fire-axe. It saved my life a million times, it's way more better than guns. Yesterday I got surprised by a lonely walker in the woods, and wanted to smash it's head in, like I had done a million times. But I accidently chopped off his head, and it fell on the ground. His jaws opened and closed, trying to get a bite out of my toe. It scared the shit out of me.

I was still laughing about my stupid actions, when I noticed a man running past the tree. He was wearing a white shirt and brown pants, and looked sweaty and dirty, like he had laid under a stone or something. Behind him, there were two walkers. I immediately knew this guy was in trouble. He didn't carry a gun, the smartass. It could mean he was really dumb, or he was holding up somewhere. Maybe he had some food.

I put my stuff back in my backpack, pulled my axe out of the tree and climbed down. I followed the two walkers quietly, with my axe ready to attack. I circled around them, keeping them in my sight. I saw the man standing behind a tree, picking up a stone. He took down the first walker, with a lot of anger in his movements. When the walker didn't move he got up and threw the stone at the second walker. I got closer to the tree, and heard the man smashing in the head. Suddenly, a third walker approached. I started running, the walker got closer to the man. I held up my axe and let it fall down on the head, at the same time the walker grabbed the man by his shoulder. The skull cracked and the walker grumbled ones more, and then fell down on the ground. The man turned around, his blue eyes shocked. I pulled my axe out of the broken skull and wiped the blood of the blade.

"Eh, hey, man" I said awkwardly. "I saw you were in trouble and figured you needed a hand."

The man stood up, a bit unstable on his feet. I grabbed his arm, to prevent him from falling down.

"He, man, you're alright?" I asked, a bit worried. What if he was bitten?

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just…." He pointed at the walker. I absolutely understood what he meant. Killing isn't fun, it's horrible. Killing a walker is beyond horrible. It's the most scary thing in the world, and each time is different.

"I know what you mean" I said, leading him away from the corpses.

"Thank you" the man said. "Thank you for saving my life."

"Well, I guessed you would do the same for me" I said, hoping to cheer him up. "We're all stuck in the same mess, we're all trying to survive."

The man nodded and smiled sadly.

"Rick Grimes" he said, as he held out his hand.

"Ryan Blutch." We shook hands. Rick seemed to calm down, but suddenly his face changed.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to get back to the high way" he said. He turned around and walked west.

"You're going to the wrong direction" I warned him. "The high way's that way."

Rick laughed at himself.

"I'm a bit disorientated. Can you take me there? On my way here, I left alone a little girl, I need to get back to her."

"Yes, yes of course. Where did you left her?"

"Somewhere under a tree, with a ditch nearby."

"I don't know exactly what you're talking about, but I can see you footsteps in the ground, so that will lead us to the place"

Rick nodded.

"Let's go."

We were walking for a while when Rick suddenly stopped. I turned around. He looked at something behind me. I turned around, and I heard footsteps in the grass and I saw branches moving.

"Quick, behind the tree!" I pushed him behind the tree and I started climbing. I wanted to pull Rick up, but suddenly I heard voices.

"Rick, you here?" It was a manly voice, coming from the woods. More footsteps followed.

"Yes, I'm here. I'm alright!" Rick shouted back. "It's OK, it's my group."

So he did have a group. That means they probably had some food too. I climbed down the tree and grabbed my axe again. I always kept it as close as possible.

Out of the bush walked three men. One man that looked like he was born in the wild, with muscled arms, a crossbow and a knife at his belt. The next was a man with big shoulders, black hair and brown eyes. I recognized his face, maybe I had seen him before. I couldn't remember when. The third was an Asian guy, about my age. The last two both carried guns. The guy with black hair seemed more comfortable with it than the Asian.

All three looked relieved to see Rick was OK, but then they noticed me. The guy with the crossbow was the first to say something.

"Who are you?"

"Ryan" I answered. God, could this be more awkward?

"Ryan who?" the crossbow-guy questioned.

"He's OK, Daryl" Rick said. "Ryan just saved my life."

Daryl shut his mouth and nodded, but didn't seem impressed. I immediately considered I didn't like him.

"Where's Sophia?" the Asian guy asked.

"I left her at a safe spot" Rick said. "She should be back at the high way by now."

"We better check out your safe spot before heading back" the black haired-guy said.

"We were just on our way" Rick said.

"What about him?" Daryl asked, pointing his weapon at me. I wanted to say something about it, but shut my mouth. I didn't want any trouble.

"He's coming with us." Seriously, Rick, I love you.

"OK, let's go" the man with the black hair said.

"You sure this is the spot?" Daryl asked, looking at ditch.

"I left her right here" Rick said, pointing his and at the spot. "I leaded the walkers towards that direction, up the creek." He seemed so certain of his story, that it was hard to believe we were at the wrong place.

I was up in a tree again, trying to spot the little girl in the woods with my binocular. It was a hard job, but doable. I only spotted some lonely walkers far away, but no little girl. I was very high up, but still, there was a lot of green.

I heard the man with the black hair, that was named Shane, talk about the girl being scared and all. They were debating this for a long time now.

"….She did as you said, headed back to the high way" I heard Daryl saying. He seemed to be good at hunting and tracking, which would really come in handy during this search. Even I had to admit that.

"Let's spread out" he said, climbing out of the ditch. "Hey, Beast Boy, c'mon down. Yer comin' with us."

"Lucky me" I said. I put back my binocular and climbed down. Daryl sniffed, not impressed.

We walked farther, following the trail Daryl found. I could see it too, but I figured to keep a low profile with this guy. I walked at the back, with Rick in front of me.

"You can track too, right?" he asked me. I nodded.

"But I'm not very good."

"Well, at least you can" Daryl suddenly said. He kneeled down. "We just found her, but she doesn't keep going, she went of that way." He pointed to the trail that went right. That was weird.

"Why would she do that?" Glenn(Asian guy) asked.

"Maybe she saw somthin'" Shane said. "Spooked her, maybe ran off."

"Maybe a walker?" Glenn clearly didn't see the trail.

"No," I said. Daryl turned around, looking at me with an annoyed look. He then turned around.

"I don't see any other footprints either, just hers" he said, not really wanting to admit it.

"So, what do we do?" Shane asked. "We get back up?"

"No," Rick said, not wanting to give up. "It's better if you and Glenn get back to the high way. People are gonna start panicking. Let them know we're on a trail, and keep everybody calm."

"You've got others?" I asked. Daryl seemed annoyed, again.

"Yeah, up the high way" Glenn answered.

"Yes, and there a few cars blocking our way" Shane continued. "I'll keep them equipped."

Rick nodded and Shane and Glenn left. Daryl stood up.

"Well, it's just a sheriff, a monkey and me left for the girl" Daryl said sarcastically.

"You mean a sheriff, a monkey and a wanna-be Robin Hood" I said back.