Chapter 2

"Who are you, where did you come from and how do you know my son's name?" Morgan yells at me while pointing the pistol in my face.

"Rick Grimes, from the hospital and before you ask, I was shot in the line of duty not bit."

"As for how I know your names, this is going to sound crazy but I have lived this before."

Morgan seems to be momentarily stunned so I continue speaking.

"Perhaps we can continue this conversation some where safer as the gun shot as well as my driving here will be sure to attract Walkers." "Oh, and as a sign of trust, other than the obvious sword I also have a pistol at my back."

"You move a muscle and I will kill you where you stand"

Morgan then motions Duane to take the pistol from me. Once he has Duane bring him the pistol, he motions me to lower my hands. I do so while making sure to keep them away from the sword. I ask that I be allowed to finish loading the Humvee before we leave. Morgan agrees to my request and even tells Duane to help me while he continues to cover me with his pistol.

Once the Humvee is loaded, I awkwardly climb in to the driver's seat. I am going to have to get used to wearing a sword and scabbard. Morgan climbs into the back with his son while keeping me covered with the pistol.

"So, shall I head over to Fred and Cindy Drakes place?" Morgan gives me a strange look.

"Oh, right that would be the house you are staying in." Morgan looks concerned but motions me to head out.

Arriving at the house I drive up the driveway and park by the garage behind the house. Once inside Morgan has me remove the sword and scabbard placing them on the floor by the door. Now that I am unarmed Morgan seems to relax somewhat but he is still cautious of me. Sitting at the table as requested Morgan ask me to explain my comment about living this before. He starts to make something to eat while waiting for me to start my explanation.

As I said before this is going to sound crazy but then again, the dead are reanimating and trying to eat the living so I hope you give me the benefit of the doubt. I was shot before this all happened and was in a coma. I am not sure if it was a dream, nightmare or a vision but I woke up in the hospital not knowing what was going on. I must have been in shock as I chose to ride a bicycle to where you found me only wearing my boxers and a hospital gown. After checking the house for my family, I came outside and sat on the stairs. I was waving at the man in the blue suit not knowing what a walker was at the time when Duane wacked me in the face with a shovel. We eventually came here and you explained what had happened while I was in a coma. You told me about your wife who showed up outside after the car alarm goes off. The next morning, we went by my house to get me some clothes and I said I knew my family was alive at some point as the family pictures were taken. You agreed as Jenny did the same while you were packing for survival.

We then went to my sheriffs dept. to have a hot shower and clear out the weapons locker. I left for Atlanta to search for my family but you stayed here. You were going to follow me in a couple of days but that did not happen. I did not see you again until next summer but you had lost your mind in grief as Duane got bit and you had to put both your wife and him down shortly after I left. Apparently, you and Duane were out looking for food when he came upon his mother and was unable to put her down. She bit him before you could stop her and after putting them both down you went crazy. My Vision if you will, went on for a couple of years after that where I tried to keep myself and my group alive.

When I woke up from my coma this morning everything seemed to be happening again. I decided to take advantage of my apparent future knowledge to try not to make the same mistakes. Thus, I scavenged through part of the abandoned military camp in the hospital parking lot for my weapons and the Humvee. I am willing to put your wife to rest if you are still not ready to do it yourself. I hope you will join me as I could use your help. Provided what I have done does not change things, you will have proof when the blue sedans' alarm goes off and your wife tries to open the door using the knob.

We ate in silence as they both seemed stunned at my tale. After dinner Morgan decided that we should rest and wait to see if my prediction came true. While waiting I was thinking of what to do next. Well let's see who from the Atlanta group is even worth trying to save at the risk of my own life.

Lori is a selfish bitch whom betrayed Rick/me and I have no real connection to.

Carl has potential if he can learn to follow the rules.

Shane is power mad and has betrayed Rick/me, he and Lori deserve each other.

Dale does not appear to have what it takes to survive in the new world.

Jim is a mechanic and could be useful.

Andrea has potential if she can control her emotions and learn to follow orders.

Morales could be an asset

T-Dog would be good to have on my side

Merle would be an asset if he can stay clean and work with others but it is probably better if he dies.

Daryl and Glen are a definite yes, I want to have then with me.

Amy, Jacquie and the others I don't know as they died to early.

I am brought out of my contemplation by the sound of the car alarm. Morgan tells Duane to get the lights and then wait on the bed as he heads to the window to check on the source of the alarm. He then moves to the peep hole of the door and looks out for several minutes. Walking away form the door while the knob is turning, he comes to me and hands me back my pistol. Joining his son on the bed he looks at me in bewilderment.

"Well it seems you were telling the truth, we will have to discuss this in the morning, good night Rick."

"Good night Morgan, Duane."