Hey, guys. It's Doctor Who Fan again ! I'm really sorry I haven't made anything new, or updated anything. But I'm gonna start updating as much as I can, I promise. I might delete my other story, I'm not sure yet. It depends on how well tis one turns out. I'm trying my best to write an awesome Walking Dead story, but I'm at school when I write this, so. This is the only time I can write it. But anyways, thanks for stickin' with me. I appreciate it. Sorry about the short chapters, but this one will be a long one, I think.. Depends on reviews and my schedule and such. The characters might be slighty Out of Character. Okay, enough with the long Author's note that half of you won't read. Alright. I'll make this short and sweet. Read and Review ! :D

Disclaimer : I don't own The Walking Dead. As much as I wish I did, I don't. Sadly. :(

They were at the refugee center. And they were ready, prepared for when Walkers come. Except they didn't. It was unusually quiet, and it was scaring them. Even Daryl and Rick were getting worried. That was a big problem. " Where are all the Walkers ? " Carol asked, concerned. " I... don't know. It's unusually quiet. " Lori said, looking at Rick. " Where do you think they are ? They can't be gone, can they ? " She was growing worried. " No, they're probably- " He was cut off. " Feeding. That's the only thing they could be doing. " Carol said, convinced that's where the Walkers were. Carl was asleep, head on Lori's lap.

Daryl knew they were going to come back soon. How many days does it take to feed ? That's right, none. They'll be back in a few hours, he knew that. " You guys should get some sleep. I'll wake you if there's any trouble. "

" Daryl, you need to sleep too. " Lori said. " I will, I will. " He had his cross-bow raised, waiting. " Are you sure ? " She asked. " Yes, Lori. I'm sure. "

" Alright, If you're sure. "

" I'm sure. " He repeated.

~ 2 and 1/2 hours later ~

" Guys guys guys guys. Wake. Up. " Daryl said, urgently. Rick and Carol were up in an instant. Lori and Carl sat up and jumped up and grabbed a gun. Daryl had his cross-bow ready. It seemed like there were thousands of Walkers, but there weren't. There were only about sixty Walkers, give or take a couple. T-Dog was already at the door, and he was ready to fight, with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. " Let's go kill some Walkers, " He said, venomously.

I'm sorry this was so short. :/ The chapters will get longer, I promise.