The truck had stopped at a gas station on the way, as the men prepared to go scavenging. "Keep your head down and stay alert." George said,

As they approached the gas station, they saw alot of abandoned cars, likely from people who had no prior planning.

They also took the time scavenging what supplies they could find from the cars, coming up with a few cans and bars of food and some bottles of water, left behind by the people who had fled the scene.

As they continued through the ruins, Rick heard foot steps. A small pair of feet continued, and he saw what looked like a little girl picking up her teddy bear.

He went to introduce himself to the girl "Little girl, Its ok, I'm a police officer."

The girl stopped, before turning around, revealing her torn up face, that she had already turned.

As she approached Rick, he pulled out his gun, only for Teddy to swing a crow bar at the girl.

The walker fell on the ground, and he smashed its head in.

"He said stay alert, idiot." George said, before continuing.

Rick saw the walker, and was clearly disturbed.

A walker was walking aimlessly, with its arm fallen off. As it continued on, it heard a loud honking and turned, only to see a large mass. Within seconds, it was run over by a large truck.

As the truck charged through, its inhabitants were inside eating lunch, which was not appetizing.

"Pleh!" Rick said, as he grabbed a crickets head that got stuck between his teeth. The Sullivans however didn't seemed to mind, as they had grown used to eating the insects.

"Yeah, I know they taste disgusting the first time, but these things are actually alot better than a can of beans." Said George.

Rick responded "Sorry, its just I never tried cricket before," wiping his shirt.

Robert answered "Well, if you want, there's some jerky in the back, if you want."

Rick shook his head, "No, no, its fine, I think actually it would be better if I ate these crickets. Learn what other foods are there."

Teddy spoke up "So, what made you want to go to Atlanta anyway?"

Rick spoke "To be honest, I'm heading there to see if my family is there. I have been in a coma for three months, and I want to see my wife and son sir."

Teddy scoffed, "Most likely dead, if your the father."

George glared, then turned to Rick, "Ignore him, he's a stubborn cynical old man."

Teddy looked at the road as he spoke "This old man survived more than stalkers, so shut the fuck up."

Rick then asked another question. "So, I noticed that it was just the three of you, well I'm curious, was there anyone else?"

The three men went silent, before George responded "No, it was only the three of us, we watch after our own kin before and since."

"Okay." Rick responded, realizing that it was a touchy subject.

The truth however was much more complex.

Flashback

George had been with his son at a local diner, outside the parking lot. Robert had finally managed to get in contact with his biological mother, a woman named Mary Cohen. Suffice to say, it hadn't gone well.

"Listen, son, I know you've been looking forward to this meeting, but see, I can't, I'm gonna have to postpone." She spoke over the phone.

Robert went from grinning, to only a dead look. "Oh, okay. No, no, I get it, your busy."

Mary spoke "Yeah, you understand, I just need to deal with some business with my landlord and my lawyer."

Robert responded "No, no, I understand, everyone has stuff to take care of."

Mary answered "Don't worry, after a few weeks, I will be available, and we can finally meet, okay."

Robert spoke "Yeah, oh yeah, we can meet up in a few weeks, thats cool."

There was a long silence "It was great talking to you son."

Robert returned "You too. Mary."

Robert hung the phone up rather hard, and went outside, where his father was standing. George had felt ashamed of dragging his son around with him, despite him going through the same life style underneath his father. He felt he should have left him with his mother, she would have provided Robert with a much more comfortable life. And now, when he tried to reconnect him

"Look, Robert, I'm sorry."

Robert turned to his father, still smiling " Why should you be sorry? I'm perfectly fine."

George was a big man, but he could see Robert's hurt. "Robert, you don't have to pretend. Its okay to be mad."

Robert smiled "Why should I be mad, I mean, at least she said goodbye, I just wish I hadn't wasted my money buying this stupid present!" He said, throwing a locket on the ground.

Robert spoke up "No, you know what, its not like I've spent every night asking you where's mommy and when she's coming home for the past 14 years, right? I mean, who needs her."

George stayed silent as Robert spoke "Hey, she wasn't there when I learned how to walk, but I learned, didn't I?"

"Yeah, that you did." George said smiling a little.

Robert then went on to rant "I learned how to drive, I learned how to fire a gun, I learned how to shoot, how to survive, how to defend myself. I had fourteen great birthdays without her, she never even called to say happy birthday."

"WELL FUCK HER TOO!"

There was silence, when Robert turned towards the truck "I didn't need her before, and I don't need her now." as George spoke "Robert,"

"No, you know what dad, I got a plan. I get a job without her, I'll get a date without her, I'll marry my wife without her, and I'll have kids without her, and I'll raise them without her. AND I SURE AS FUCK KNOW I DON'T NEED HER, BECAUSE THERE IS NO FUCKING THING SHE COULD KNOW ABOUT HOW TO LOVE MY KID!"

There was silence, and Robert was trying to be strong for his father, but in the end he broke. "How come she doesn't want me?" he said, before breaking down in tears.

George grabbed his son and pulled him in, and the hugged each other, as behind them was the broken locket, with a picture of Mary and Robert as a baby, now with a torn hole.