Maggie heard footsteps slamming down against the wooden floorboards towards the small room she shared with Glenn. The door flew open and the Korean stood in the doorway, his chest rising up and down, panting. "Abort," he managed to say.

"What? You said tomorrow-"

"Abort," he breathed, pushing off the door frame and rushing towards the bed. He flipped the mattress and opened the small slit which they hid their knives in. The pair worked in silence, quickly grabbing what few items they had before rushing out the door.

"Where is everyone?" Maggie whispered. There were only a select few people on the street. It was early, still dark, but it was uncommon to see the single street the community was built on that empty. She answered her own question. "Church. We better move." She grabbed Glenn's arm and pulled him towards one of the two exits they had used to get outside the city walls. He stopped her.

"They saw me sneak back through that one. We have to use the other." She nodded and followed his lead. Glenn swallowed hard. If the guards had found their second entryway, the only way out would be the front door.

Once off the street, Glenn whispered loud enough for Maggie to hear. "They know. Stay low. We'll make it."

They did make it. The hole in the rusty fence was there still, unmanned. They quickly passed through and headed towards an empty building. Something made them stop, a sound, no, more than just a sound, barking. They had released the dogs on them. Glenn pointed to a tree not far away. They sprinted and climbed, resting once they were hidden by the leaves. The dogs arrived not a minute after. They sniffed the ground, but were unable to locate the couple due to their unfamiliar scent. A man with a gun walked by, searching. "Sir! Sir, Governor, Sir, they're gone." The soldier raised his hand to his brow in salute.

"At ease, son." The Governor looked at the fence then back at the soldier with a smirk evident on his lips. "Gone?" the thick man with an eye-patch asked rhetorically. "They're not gone. They'll be back."

"Sir, how do you know? Sir."

The governor placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "If they came here just to steal food, that means there isn't any left out there. They'll have to come back, or they'll starve to death." He gave the boy's shoulder a squeeze before dropping his hand. "Now, let's get this fence patched up, shall we?" The soldier nodded and stepped through the hole, stepping back into sanctuary. The Governor looked around for a second before landing his glaze on the big tree masking the escapees. Glenn could have sworn he saw the Governor nod at him before stepping through the fence.

"What now?" Maggie asked, landing on her feet. They had waited an hour to drop down.

"We get the food and book it for camp," Glenn replied simply. "We should take the road back so they can't track us. No trail, no danger." The pair headed to their hole in the ground near the other entrance they discovered. Thankfully, the guards were gone, along with the broken lock on an old door, but the area around the food stash seemed untouched. Glenn peeled back the grass and dirt, revealing their small stash of cans they had collected over the past week. He shoved them into the dirt-caked backpack which had accompanied the cans. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Amy asked, striding up to walk beside her leader.

"Wherever the road takes us," Beca smiled over.

"We're on a national highway. This will take us to the next state."

"Since when have you been so literal?" Beca quirked a brow and smirked, trying to make Amy laugh. It's been so long since they've had a good laugh. After being together so long, the group rarely had anything to talk about. Nothing new happened. No news to spread. No new celebrity couple to gossip about. No homework to complain about. All they had were their plans to discuss and small talk to make around a simmering fire. Nobody dared talk about their past year. They had all changed so much over the course of the year.

Cynthia Rose used to be opinionated and always seemed to effortlessly work her way into conversations. Now she rarely spoke. She moved around silently, but it wasn't a sly kind of movement, it was sorrowful and careful.

Fat Amy used to be the funniest, loudest girl around. Every once in a great while, her old bubbly self would show, but now-a-days she was serious and didn't like to joke around. Their lives were on the line every minute; there wasn't time to be funny.

Aubrey Posen, the famous leader of the Barden Bellas, had crumbled. Her tough exterior fell along with society. She latched onto Beca Mitchell for dear life, practically forcing her to take the reins and lead the group. The blonde became emotional and went through many periods of depression. She was used to having control over everything that happened to her, but now she had to just roll with the punches. It was hard. The world was tainted. Undead roamed the earth. Death only promised an eternal prison. It wasn't right. The Posen who craved perfection was gone, chased away by the imperfections of the new world, and was replaced by a small child with scared eyes who was dependent on others. If only her father could see her now, see the person she became…

Beca was the only one who didn't become completely callused or changed too much. She was still the same old Beca, cracking jokes and trying her best at everything she wanted to do, especially now that her actions affected not only her but three others. She didn't ask to be put in charge, but it only made sense why she easily took the role. She was the one who got everyone she cared about out of Barden before they were killed, the stubborn girl who could make decisions with absolute certainty. Of course she had changed over the course of the last year, but for the better, at least in her opinion. She became a better leader, friend, lover and fighter. Mitchell became more connected to the people around her. She became more in sync with her emotions, giving her the ability to keep them in check and help others through their emotional pitfalls, which was a very useful attribute to have as of late.

"What was that?" Aubrey asked in a hushed voice, grabbing Beca's forearm. The group froze and quickly pulled out their respected weapons. Beca pulled out a knife she used to slice zombies and raised her head, slowly looking around. "I heard a sound." Beca rested a hand on Aubrey's which caused her grip to loosen. They heard a twig crack. Beca whirled around, knife raised, to find nothing but a wall of trees.

"I'm coming out," a man's voice called out after a few long seconds. Beca tensed up and signaled to the rest of the girls to get behind her. An Asian with his hands up stepped out of the shadow of the trees. "Sorry if we scared you." A tall brunette mocked his actions. "We were just walking along."

Beca's eyes trailed the pair up and down and landed on his backpack. "What's in the bag?" Maggie and Glenn exchanged glances.

"Nothing important."

"Personal possessions," Maggie added.

"Would you happen to consider a water bottle a personal possession?" Amy spoke up. Beca turned her head and glared at her.

Maggie looked at the group, specifically the one holding a knife towards them. They looked weak, hungry and thirsty. She swallowed and whispered barely audible enough for Glenn to hear, "Babe..." He looked at her in bewilderment. The look in Maggie's eyes spoke for her. Glenn held back a sigh.

"If you lower your knife," Glenn began, "I can give you guys some water you apparently need."

"We don't need hand outs-" Beca said, but was interrupted by Aubrey's hand on her shoulder.

"That would be just lovely. Thank you." Aubrey looked over at Beca. The brunette's eyes flashed back and forth between the pair and Aubrey. She relaxed and put her arm down, but didn't put her knife away.

Glenn walked over cautiously and handed Beca a bottle. It was hot, same temperature as the air, but water was water. She gave the bottle to Amy who practically ripped the cap off. The blonde was about to chug it until Aubrey reminded her of the rules. Three sips and pass.

The group was silent for a while, enjoying the refreshment. Glenn and Maggie stood awkwardly away from them, not sure if they should leave or not. There was something about the girls, Beca specifically, that sparked Maggie's interest. "Mags, let's just go."

"I can't."

"What?"

"Look at them." She glanced over at Beca who looked happy for the first time since they had met. Glenn followed her eyes, starting to feel bad. He shook his head.

"Don't." Maggie looked him in the eye. "Mags, no."

"For one night-"

"No."

"Just one meal-"

"We barely have to feed ourselves!" Glenn exclaimed a little too loud. Beca turned her head to look at them for just a second. He continued, lowing his voice, "Do you think Rick will allow this?" Maggie drooped her shoulders a bit. "Exactly." He sighed and brushed his hand against Maggie's cheek. "Besides, we just met them. I don't really think they'd come with us."

Maggie caught her lover's hand and held it against her cheek. "We have to try."

"I don't know about you guys, but I like them," Amy whispered to the rest of the group.

"Aca-huddle," Beca ordered. The girls moved closer together.

"I like them too," Aubrey blurted. Cynthia Rose nodded. Beca sighed, dropping her head. She hated to admit it, but she agreed. She definitely wasn't one to care for strangers, given her past, but these people were different. There was a shift in the air when she met them. She couldn't explain it. "Beca?"

"I'll talk to them."

"About what, exactly?" Amy questioned.

"Saving us." And with that, Beca left the huddle and stalked awkwardly towards the obvious couple.

"Hi," Maggie said cheerfully.

"Hey. Sorry about the whole threatening thing back there. It's what I have to do to protect everyone."

"Nah, don't be sorry. You gotta do what you gotta do, right?" Maggie smiled, looking at Glenn. He looked a little nervous.

"I'm Glenn. This is Maggie."

"Beca Mitchell."

Maggie nodded at her. "I like that name." Beca could feel a blush evident on her cheeks.

"What are your last names?" Glenn quirked a brow. Last names had lost their importance, or so he believed.

"Mine is Greene. And his-" she patted Glenn's arm, "-is Rhee."

"Do you guys have a camp or anywhere to hold up?" Glenn asked, changing the subject.

"No. We have a tent, but that's all."

"Would you and your group be interested in coming with us?" Maggie asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.

Beca had to hold back a smile. "Um, I'll have to ask." She scurried over to her group and told them the news. She wiped the grin off her face and walked back to Maggie. "We don't want to impose."

"You won't be imposing at all!" Maggie said, grabbing Beca's arm. Beca recoiled at the unexpected contact. Maggie pulled her hand back. "I mean, it's not necessarily up to us to determine if you can stay or not."

"But that'll come later," Glenn added. Maggie had some weird fascination with this girl, and he didn't want to ruin it. Actually, he was starting to see what Maggie was. There was something about this small girl that was special. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Not yet, anyway.

"Come with us."

Beca bit her lip. Should she really agree to this? These people could be mentally unstable or serial rapists who got off on getting to know their victims first. Beca discarded her doubts with a nod of the head.

"Okay."