Hey guys, I just want to thank Steadfastluv and Stjarna19 for favoring/following this story, it means a lot! Also, sorry I'm posting this so late, I was waiting for at least one review and it didn't happen, so instead of holding back and waiting for one that might not come, here's part 2 of chapter 1! Please review?

Also, I changed the rating to T, but I will warn everyone now, my story does have foul language! As for sex stuff, if you want me to change it back to M and write out the scenes, send me a message! Otherwise, I wont write it!

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They struggled out of the hospital, pausing to take in the daylight and plug their noses from the rank smell of rotting corpses. She helped hold Rick up, realizing that the wheelchair wouldn't be able to navigate through all the dead bodies. They stumbled quite a bit, keeping each other up on their feet. Millie had her crutch under her arm but that was proving to be useless with Rick's weight added with her own.

They made their way out, hardly seeing a Snapper anywhere near them. Millie held up the scalpel anytime one got close enough, but she never had to use it, her and Rick moved to fast for them even with their injuries. Rick was leading her along, not watching out for those corpses but just wanting to get home, to his family. Millie was watching every step they took and made sure they were truly safe.

They had limped as fast as they could across a giant green field, only stopping in horror as a woman dragged herself across the grass, her bottom half of her body nowhere to be seen. Millie let Rick go then; bending over to empty the contents of her stomach at the stench the corpse was leaving behind. She watched Rick carefully as he looked at the thing, really observing this awful disease that took down just about everyone in the world. He crawled away from the Snapper when she tried to take a bite out of him, moving back towards Millie. She picked him up off the ground, and pushed him away from the crawling corpse, following after him until he recognized his own neighborhood.

Rick ran off towards his home and barreled through the door calling out to his wife and son. Millie joined him in the house, peeking through each of the doorways to make sure the undead weren't milling around where they shouldn't. But it was apparent no one was even home; Rick's cries for them echoing through the one story house. Millie watched him for a moment, "Where else could they have gone, Rick? We can look in other places too."

Rick ignored her for the moment, pushing up and out of the house to go sit on the steps leading up the walk. Millie let him be as she went and did another round, looking at everything thrown about. The pictures on the walls were gone, as a matter of fact; there were no pictures in the house at all, Lori, Rick's wife, must have taken them with her. Millie looked out the front door just in time to see a little boy smack Rick right in the face with a medium sized shovel. "No!" Millie painfully hobbled out of the house, ending by Rick's side as the boy called out for his father. Rick was moaning his son's name, mistaking the boys cries as his own sons.

"Daddy, I got 'dis sum'bitch, I'mma smack 'im dead!" the little boy rocked from one foot to the other, raising the shovel a bit, looking for his father's permission to take Rick out, ignoring the woman.

"No!" Millie repeated, cradling Rick's head in her arms, protecting the man she cared for in the hospital.

An older man came running over after taking out the stray Snapper with a quick blast to the head, pushing his son back from Rick and Millie. "Did he say something? I thought I heard him say something." He looked to Millie and his son for an answer, already knowing that the woman was fine.

Before she could get a word out, his son answered him. "He called me Carl." He said breathlessly.

"Son, you know they don't talk." He looked at Rick as he furrowed his brow at the two newcomers.

Millie cradled him closer. "No shit!"

They all ignored her though as the older man pulled the gun on Rick and Millie. "Hey, you two, what are those bandages for?" Rick and Millie just looked at him. "What kind of wound? Now you answer me dammit."

Millie looked up at the barrel of the gun before flicking her eyes to the strangers. "He was shot and I broke my ankle. It happened before the breakout. We're not infected."

The gun was still pointed at them as Rick passed out. "I'll be the judge of that. Up." He grabbed onto Rick and hoisted him up, leading Millie and an unconscious Rick away from the house.

The two strangers were known as Duane and Morgan, a father and son that survived the infection. They led Millie into their bolted down safe house before night fell upon them all. Morgan led Rick into a back room where he tied him to the bed, just as a precaution. He then came over to Millie, looking at her wounds to make sure there were no scratches or bites that marked her pale skin. When she was given the okay, Morgan went to the back room once more to go check on Rick. Duane kept her occupied for a short while, asking her questions about how she survived and why she risked her life for a man she didn't even know. "Do you like him?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips.

Millie shook her head smiling at the absurd question the boy laid on her. "Not in the way you're thinking. I just didn't want to be alone and he was the only one that I found still alive in the hospital." She grinned at him, something she couldn't resist doing in front of children. "Besides, he has a wife and son of his own somewhere."

Morgan came back only long enough to nod at Duane, who then picked up a baseball bat and followed his father down the hall. Millie gently pulled herself up before following the two boys in the back bedroom. Rick finally opened his eyes and looked around at the people in the room with him. He recognized Millie's small form in the doorway, leaning on it for support. "Hey, Rick, how are you feeling?" Millie wanted to get closer to him but Duane stood in front of her, almost like he was trying to protect her.

Morgan cut off any response he would have given her, if he would have given her any at all. "I got your bandaged changed out now, thanks to the supplies your woman here gave me." Morgan stepped closer to the bed. "Look, I got to look out for my own so I'm going to ask some questions. Did you get bit?" The question seemed menacing and it made Millie flatten her lips in a thin line, not liking that Morgan was being so rough with the man.

"Gunshot ain't 'nough?" Rick hoarsely replied.

Morgan shook his head. "Not anymore it ain't. Now you tell me." He nodded for him to spit it out as if Rick was hiding something from him.

"Morgan he doesn't know—" His raised hand had Millie form that tight line again.

Rick never looked away from the irritated man. "No, just shot, as far as I know," Rick matched his stare with Morgan's, a line of irritation crossing his brow.

Rick shied away from Morgan's hand as he tried feeling him for a fever, muttering that Rick should let him check. They exchanged a few words before Morgan flipped out his switchblade. "You try anything don't think I won't kill you, 'cause I will. Both of ya." Morgan looked over at Millie as well before finally cutting Rick loose from the bed. Millie jumped forward and helped Rick to sit up slowly, his wound still agitated. "C'mon out when you're able." With that said, he left Rick and Millie alone in the room, taking Duane out with him to get something to eat. A few minutes later, Rick and Millie emerged from the back of the house, mulling forward and checking the place out as Morgan and Duane set up food in the dining room. Rick exchanged some kind of banter with Morgan as Millie went to her backpack, rechecking the supplies she had left in her bag. She grabbed a small black zip-up bag and quickly opened it before assessing how much of the candy bars she had left. She guessed if she rationed it very carefully, it would last for maybe three or four weeks. Morgan called her over for something to eat and she stuffed the bag back in the backpack she had. Her regular diet was too far messed up and if she didn't get a hold of it soon, she didn't know if she was going to last much longer in this world.

Rick was in denial about the world going to shit. Morgan was slowly but hurriedly trying to explain it all to him in as few sentences as possible. Millie kept quiet through it all, just trying to eat her small portion of dinner. Even after dinner, she kept quiet, just listening to the quiet chatter that was going on between the men and boy. It wasn't until a car alarm went off that pulled me into action, hobbling swiftly to the covered windows. The guys did the same thing, all trying to stare out the same patch of curtain. Duane suddenly took off crying, slamming his little body into the pile of blankets as Morgan followed after him to get him to quiet down. Rick and Millie followed a pretty African American woman all the way to the front porch, where she was now trying to hear every one of them inside. Rick kept looking out through the peephole where the woman was now looking through too. Rick pulled back from the sight and Millie took the opportunity to look through it herself. The walker, as Morgan liked to call them, looked down just then, gripping the doorknob and trying to twist the door open. Millie jumped back along with Rick, keeping their eyes on the knob as it kept twisting.

Morgan kept choking on his words before finally gaining the courage to say something. "She uhh, she died on that bed back there." Millie locked eyes with Morgan before shuddering at the awful image this poor family went through. She went back to the door, blocking out the stuttering words Morgan was saying about his dead wife. She crouched down; deciding to take watch as the rest of them fell asleep, just watching the knob twist and turn.


In the morning, they slipped quietly out of the house. Rick had taken the baseball bat while Morgan kept the gun. A Walker had sat down near the picket fence and swiveled its head around as it heard the group of four emerge from the house. Rick beat the Walker down, and then lead them all to his empty house. Millie quickly scavenged what she could, grabbed clothes that Lori hadn't had time to grab, grabbed a platinum baseball bat from under Carl's bed, and raided the bathroom for medical supplies before opening the pantry and taking the rest of the food from there. It wasn't much, but it was just going to have to do.

Next thing Millie knew, Rick led them to the sheriff's station. There she and the rest of the guys hooped and hollered about hot water. For the first time in what felt like a long while, Millie genuinely smiled. It was a true miracle that she was even here to enjoy the hot water that was starting to turn her pale skin to a salmon pink.

Once she was finished with her shower, she changed into some of the clean clothes left behind by Lori, hoping that Rick wouldn't mind. Lori's clothes were a few sizes too big for Millie, but she found a gun holster and tied it to her body, using it as a belt to hold up the baggy pants. She then found other clothes in the station, uniforms which she stole and stuffed into her soon to be over crowded backpack. She was just leaving the locker rooms when Rick called her down to the armory. "C'mon, we have real weapons in here for us to use." Millie hobbled over as they dished them out and bagged them up. Rick noticed her holster and gave her a pistol with some extra clips. "I thank you for all that you've done for me in the hospital, but my family may be Atlanta. I don't want to force you into going or staying, so you can come with me or you can stay here, with them." He nodded towards Duane and Morgan who were testing out the scopes and ammo. "You should probably stay with your ankle and all."

Millie shook her head, "I'm going with you, Rick. I don't have anything left here. There's no reason for me to stay. My ankle is slowly healing, and with this boot on I can jog without too much pain." She looked back at the father and son. "They'll be fine on their own. Besides, who's going to watch your back if you get into some trouble?" She smiled at him.

They went out the back way as they all left armory and escaped through the station. Rick had his keys to his police cruiser and tossed them to Millie as he carried the bag of guns in his hands to the car. Before they split up Rick gave a special kind of walkie to Morgan as Millie pilled her bags in the back seat of the cruiser. They all shook hands and said their goodbyes as a Walker stepped up to the gate. Millie jumped in the passenger side of the car before Rick shot the cop down.

Rick and Millie veered left as Morgan and Duane went back to the right. Millie and Rick only made a few stops, Rick feeling guilty for leaving that Walker to drag her upper half through the park, felt the need to end her suffering. Millie stayed in the car, knowing he was just trying to come to terms with the end of the world.


Rick and Millie were back on the road, him trying to call out on the Emergency Broadcast channel. Too bad no body answered them back though.

Millie picked up her bags from the back seat and followed Rick, who was carrying his own bags, through a desolate town. They tried to get gas but the pumps weren't working and no one answered their calls. They stumbled across a lone horse and quickly grimaced at the other. "I'll take the back; carry all the stuff while you lead." Millie said only to receive a nod as a response. He jumped up on the horse after they saddled him up for a long ride into Atlanta, offering a hand to Millie, which she gladly took and swung herself up behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders before quickly rethinking that and slipped them around his waist as the horse took off in an immediate gallop.

A while later, the horse slowed and Rick walked him along the highway, taking in the empty city as they moved along. They easily bypassed a few of the dead before hearing a chopper in the sky. Rick takes off only to round a corner where a giant horde of Walkers were nulling about, catching almost all of their attention as the horse bucked, throwing Millie off instantly. She bolted up, ignoring her throbbing ankle and calling for Rick to get out of there as the horde surrounded the horse, before looking towards a tank. She quickly ditched her bags, something she felt she would regret later if she were to live, before jumping on the massive vehicle and calling out to Rick who was now making his way towards her, only he jumped under the tank instead of on it. Millie whipped out her gun and fired at a few that tried climbing up the tank to get to her, before Rick figured out that the tank was the safest on the inside. He jumped up and barreled towards Millie who picked off Walkers until he was pushing her inside the tank and throwing himself in after her, closing the top and locking it.

Millie shuffled back as one of the Military men growled at Rick, who quickly took his gun and blew a hole through his face; the ringing of the gunshot echoing through the tank, forcing the two to cower away and cover their ears. Rick checked his clip before they heard static rustling over a radio they hadn't known was there. "Hey, you, dumb-ass." A male's voice broke through the static. "Hey, you in the tank, you cozy in there?" Millie and Rick both looked dumb struck, just staring at the radio.


AN: Did you like it? Hate it? Want to beat me with a carrot stick? Tell me in a review! Please guys, I will give cookies and chocolate to those of you who do! :) Also, I will be keeping up with this story! I already have the first season written out and its 63 pages long on Word, in 12 point font. And I'm already working on season 2! I'm not going to say 'if you don't review, I wont post' but can I at least get one? It doesn't even have to pertain to the story! Tell me what color socks you're wearing or the color of your underwear, I don't care! Just tell me something! :) Thanks everyone!