The air was eerily silent. Not a single noise was to be heard. Sheriff deputy Rick Grimes drove along the road with his sister Grace Grimes, spotting a silver SUV that was flipped to it's side. They got out, once they saw they could no farther. A toppled semi-truck blocking their way. There was many wrecks along the road. Both knew this was a sign of something. They got out of the car, a gas can in both the siblings hand.

Rick walked up to the truck, it was still running, so Rick hopped in and turned it off. As he was getting out, he paused. He glanced at his sister. They both looked a lot alike. Rick had brown hair and brown eyes. His sister also had brown hair, but it a more redder tint to it and her eyes were a pale green. Both of them were lean, but his sister was short, whereas he was tall. He looked at his sister in question. "Open or close?" He asked, mentioning to the door.

"Go ahead and close it. It'll be fine." She said nodding to the door. He nod and jumped down, closing the door tightly. He was still dressed in his uniform, which now was a bit dirty, while she was dressed in more casual clothes. A pair of jeans, a plain tank top, and a navy blue flannel on along with work boots. She had a plain navy blue baseball cap on, her hair messily in a side braid. "We best keep moving, Rick if we are to find gas and reach the city before night fall." She said, her southern accent slipping through.

"Mmmm." Rick agreed. He snatched his hat back up and his can. The two continue on looking for gas. Passing all sorts of vehicles that were far from okay. "Let's head down here." Rick said as he went down a grassy slope. He held his hand out and helped his sister down. "We might have better luck down here, the cars are nicer, must be a sign for something." He said as the two walked across the crash. The cars were starting to look less ripped apart.

The two continue their journey as they saw clothes and blood all over the cars and ground. One vehicle, an old grey van, had made up a temporary awning, beneath it was trances of blood, pieces of comic books, and even a pink tricycle. Grace felt a pain in her chest at seeing the abandon toy. She couldn't help, but think about the poor kids. How they could handle a situation like this.

"Come on, Gracie." Rick whispered soothingly as he made the two continue. They started to come across bodies, rotten and fly infested. Grace made a face. "Not pleasant I know, but there's nothing we can do now." They walked on and they saw a place where patches of grass was, it showed a fire had started around here.

"You gotta be shitting me." Grace scowl as she saw the sign up ahead 'No Gas' they came all this way for nothing.

"We'll... figure something out Grace. Don't worry.' Rick said as the wind picked up. Rattling the sign and the tent flapping. Grace sighed. It was no surprise. In this new world you had to fight for the goods. All resources were fair game. Grace turned. Maybe they could get some gas from the cars. Suddenly she heard the sound of small footsteps. By the look on her brother's face she knew he too heard it.

He glanced at her before slowly going to his knees and looking under the car. Rick stood up wide eyed. Grace eyed him up before she too looked down there. She could see small feet in worn out bunny slippers. A small teddy bear sitting before the small person, waiting to be picked up, small hands reached down and picked the bear up by his little leg. Grace stood and looked at Rick. "A little girl?" She whispered. "You don't think..." She trailed off too worried to finish asking.

"Little girl?" Rick suddenly called as he went after the girl. Grace bit her lip. In this world they can't take chances.

"Rick, she could be-

"Or she could be a survivor. Let's check it out." He said as he walked ahead, trying to get to the girl. "I'm a policeman." He called as he stood now behind the girl. Her head bowed, dressed in a very filthy bathrobe, her hair just as dirty, no longer a bright color, but a brownish color.

"Rick-

"Little girl!" He tried again and finally the girl stopped. "Don't be afraid. Okay?" He said as he started forward. "Little girl?" Grace held her breath. Rick had reached a hand out as the child turned and Grace knew she had been right. Her mouth was covered in blood and a lot of her mouth's skin was gone. Her pjs were covered in blood and her mouth drooled with blood and spit. Grace felt sick. She felt absolutely sick.

"Rick we have to put her down. It's not right." Grace whispered. Rick started backing up as the girl came towards him. "Rick!" Grace snapped. "Don't just stand there. She ain't no little girl anymore." She said. She had seen the worst things, things Rick couldn't even think up. She knew once they turn they are no longer human, they're dead. Grace pulled out her pistol from her waist of her jeans as she saw her brother hesitating. You can no longer hesitate in this world. Not anymore. Grace Grimes knew this and she knew what had to be done.

She raised the gun and fired. The bullet went right through the brain and the girl dropped. "They're no longer human. They're monsters."