Jax and Stacie finally made it to Atlanta. It had been 2 months of living hell traveling from Virginia to Georgia, but they made it.
Jax was currently pitching a tent while Stacie kept a look out for any walkers.
"We need to pick up our pace Stacie" Jax said, looking at his sister-in law.
Stacie put her gun down and looked at him.
"We ran through two states in the past two months. I think we're on a good pace
Stacie replied back.
Jax continued to fix up camp.
Stacie checked their weapons. They were stocked well, considering they began their run from the CIA headquarters.
Jax and Stacie weren't exactly regular civilians. Stacie grew up in Georgia with a sister, Sarah, and her parents. They had family there, her mother's family. She had a cousin, Lori, who was like another older sister to her. When Stacie turned 17, she joined the army, and from there on she climbed the ranks. At the age of 25 she was promoted to sniper standing as she fought in wars over seas. She was one of the best and youngest the CIA had ever had. Jax grew up in the same town as her and began a relationship with her sister, Sarah. They had been inseparable, got married, and Sarah became pregnant at only 20 years of age. Jax joined the Navy, and made his way up to being a Navy Seal. At the time of the outbreak, both Jax and Stacie were in Virginia at the CIA headquarters. They were training when all hell broke loose. They got in touch with Sarah, who now lived in California with her daughter, and were planning on trekking it to California.
"We need to take shifts. We're out in the open" Stacie said to Jax who started a small fire.
Both of them sat around the fire and stared at it.
Stacie had taken so many survival training lessons, and even experienced the terrors of survival in Afghanistan and Iraq. But this was nothing compared to it. The dead were walking. She would have traded anything to be back fighting overseas again than stare at another walker.
"you still think they're okay?" Jax asked her, referring to his wife and daughter.
"Sarah's a lot stronger than me. I know they're okay. I'm more worried about us" Stacie said, looking around. The sun was gone, and night was dark.
"Maybe we should try looking for your family? We are in Georgia" Jax suggested.
"You said it before, we need to pick up our pace. We can't waste time, looking for people that might be dead" Stacie said with a cold tone.
Jax sighed and nodded and took the first shift, letting Stacie rest.
She couldn't rest. Stacie used to be a sweet girl, but in the past two months her heart had grown into stone. She became ruthless, and cold. No one could blame her though. Anyone would feel that way if they were fighting for their lives.
The following morning Jax and Stacie made the decision to head into the heart of Atlanta. It was dangerous, but they needed to find more supplies.
Stacie got dressed and packed up [Check out my Polyvore account: MillionMilesAway00]
Heading into town, Stacie lost track of how many walkers she killed. The city was infested far worse than any other ones she and Jax had walked through.
"There's an office building to your left Jax, we need to take cover in there" She said to him as they both walked back to back near the building.
Walking in, it was slightly dark.
"Footprints" Jax whispered, pointing at the ground.
Stacie knelt down and looked at them. They were fresh, made with blood and dirt.
"Walkers?" Stacie questioned, quietly.
Jax shook his head and pointed beyond her. On the ground lay dead walkers.
Someone had came in just before them, and could possibly be still in the building.
"keep your guard up. We're not alone" Jax said, as Stacie got up.
She had her glock in her hands, reading to fire as they both made their way through the building.
"This place has been sacked through, we gotta find another building" Jax said, as you guys walked down a corridor.
Stacie was about to reply, but she heard loud voices. Jax stopped and they looked at each other.
The voices came from a room to their left.
The kitchen.
"We shouldn't. Sounds like 5 of them in there. We're outnumbered" Stacie whispered to Jax.
"We've taken out more looters. Come on, let's see who's in there" Jax said.
Stacie was about to argue, but she heard the groaning of walkers in the distance behind her.
She nodded and they both, quietly entered the room and hid.
She counted 4 men. An Asian, an African American, and two Caucasian men.
She looked at Jax who pulled out his gun.
One of the men were angry and yelling at the others about something.
"I don't blame you! He's family I get that, I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel" One of the men said to the other. The voice sounded very familiar, but you couldn't recollect where you knew that voice from.
It was bothering you and something was wrong.
"Ready?" Jax, mouthed, to you.
Your attention shot back at Jax and you shook your head with wide eyes.
"What?!" Jax snapped, very quietly.
"Let's just go" Stacie mouthed back.
Jax looked angry and shook his head defiantly.
Stacie glared at him and put her gun back into the back of her pants, but in the process her elbow knocked over a vase at the edge of the table she was beside.
It fell and crashed, very loudly.
"Someone's here!" One of the guys shouted.
"Jesus, let's go!" Jax snapped at Stacie, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the room.
A bullet whizzed past her.
They got to the end of the hall, and the footsteps of the men were not far.
However they were stuck. If they opened the door that led into the next corridor, they would be surrounded by walkers.
"We're going to have to take them" Jax said, pulling out his semi automatic.
"No, no, no! I think I know one of them" Stacie finally revealed.
Jax looked at her confused as the footsteps got louder.
Jax pulled Stacie behind a wall.
"Come out, with your hands up" The familiar voice shouted again.
"It's Lori's husband!" Stacie whispered to her brother in law
It took a moment for Jax to remember.
"Rick?" Jax whispered and Stacie nodded.
"Rick! Rick Grimes?" Stacie shouted from behind the wall.
There was a moment of silence.
"Ho-how do y-who are you?" His voice shouted.
Stacie tucked her gun away and began to reveal herself, but Jax pulled her back.
"Are you crazy?" Jax snapped.
"He won't hurt us. Put the gun away and follow my lead" Stacie said with confidence to Jax.
He sighed and did so.
They both slowly walked from their hiding place, now visible to the four men with guns pointed at them.
"Hands, let me see your hands!" Rick shouted. Stacie and Jax put their hands up as all four men approached them carefully.
"Have you been bitten?" The African American asked.
"No" Jax snapped as the African American and Asian kid inspected Stacie and Jax. One guy, one with a crossbow pointed straight at your head, stared at Stacie straight in the eye.
"How do you know my name?" Rick asked.
Jax looked at you and nodded.
"I'm surprised you don't remember. I'm Stacie, and that's Jax" Stacie said, putting her hands down as Jax did.
Rick slowly lowered his gun, as realization hit his face.
"Monroe?" Rick asked, as the African American and Asian guy looked at him confused.
The guy with the crossbow still had his weapon aimed at them and his eyes still glued on Stacie. It was making her nervous.
"In the flesh, we'd appreciate if you guys would calm down. We aren't a threat." Stacie said, referring to the crossbow man.
"Put it down Daryl, they're family" Rick said, putting his gun away.
Jax's shoulders relaxed as Rick came over and gave Stacie a short hug.
"How's Lori?" Stacie asked
"Fine, just found her" Rick replied
"And the little man? Carl?' Jax said, as he shook hands with Rick.
"Brave" Rick replied
"Sorry, to interrupt this reunion, but I think we're in a predicament here" The African American butted in.
"Guys, this is Stacie and Jax. They're family to me, and we can trust them" Rick said to his group.
"Are ya sure about that?" The guy with the crossbow asked.
"Hey man, we'll help" Jax countered.
"That's Daryl, he'll come around." Rick said
"I'm Glenn, glad to meet some living people" The young Asian kid said
The African American guy called himself T-Dog, and once introductions were out of the way, they explained what they were doing.
"How many guns do you got?" Jax asked Rick the 6 made their way into a secluded office room.
"Plenty, and we need it" Rick replied.
"Where is it?" Stacie asked
"The middle of the street, completely surrounded by walkers" T-Dog replied
"Anyone got a plan?" Jax asked
"I do" Glenn piped up.
He explained his idea about going in himself and retrieving the bags.
"You? Alone? That's stupid" Stacie retorted.
"You're not doing it alone" Rick backed up.
"Even I think it's a bad Idea and I don't like you much" Daryl said.
"It's a good idea! Just hear me out! If we got out there in a group, we're slow and will draw attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast" Glenn pointed out. He drew on the ground and showed everyone his game plan.
It did begin to make sense to you.
"Daryl and Stacie will come with me" Glenn said
"Why us?" Daryl asked, not liking that he had to be paired with someone he didn't know.
"Your crossbow is quieter than Rick's gun, and Stacie is small enough to move fast. So
while Daryl and Stacie cover me in the alley, I'll run up and grab the bag. Glenn said
"Where do you got the rest of us?" Jax asked.
"Jax, T-dog, and Rick, will be in the alley up here" Glenn said.
"Two blocks away, why?" Rick asked
"I might not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off and if that happens, I won't go back to Daryl and Stacie. I'll go forward instead, all the way to the alley where you three will be." Glenn explained further.
"He's got both directions of cover. It's a smart move" Stacie said, giving some confidence to Glenn.
"Afterwards, we'll all meet back here" Glenn said
Everyone nodded.
"Hey kid, what did you do before all this? Daryl asked, knowing everyone was curious about how he had come up with such a stealthy plan.
"delivered pizzas, why?" He asked, making Stacie slightly chuckle before getting up to gear up.
The team split up. It was Stacie, Daryl and Glenn and the other team was Jax, Rick, and T-Dog.
"So, what did you do before all this?" Daryl asked Stacie as they made their way to a fire escape ladder.
"Does it really matter?" Stacie snapped, as she yanked the window open and crawled out.
She didn't really like Daryl the moment her eyes landed on him and the feeling was growing mutual.
Their egos were butting heads, which created tension.
