Sorry this is kinda late...I have a very bad proscrastination habbit. On top of that I went back to school Monday which kind of sucks ass. But only kind of because my classes are really interesting. Like, I actually pay attention! Not used to that.

Anyway, this chapter is a bit short but I really wanted to get something out and it's like past midnight and I'm tired and blah blah. BUT I will try to have the next chapter out tomorrow! If anyone even reads this...

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The man I was aiming at slowly put his hands up as everyone else stared at me. A man in a sheriff's uniform took a step forward, so I took out my other gun and pointed it at him. He took a step back and started to speak.

"Look, we don't mean any trouble miss—"

"HOLY SHIT!" A loud yell cut him off. The group turned to look at an Asian kid who stepped forward. He looked to be in his 20's and was wearing a worn out ball cap. He somehow looked vaguely familiar. "You're…you're Kat Williams!" he exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I know you?"

"N-no," he stuttered. "But I know you! You're the lead singer of Breaking Bad! I was at your show in Atlanta the night that…" he trailed off, obviously not wanting to bring up that awful memory.

Now I remembered him. The kid with the goofy smile in the first row that I winked at. Holy shit. What a fucking small world it is, huh? Feeling like I could trust him a little bit, I put away one of my guns but only lowered the other one just in case. I raised my aviators and put them on my head.

"Well goddamn, world goes to shit and I still have a fan. Who'da thought?" I laughed.

"I know!" he exclaimed. He seemed to be a little too excited… "That whole night was crazy. I mean, you were great! But, uh, you know when—"

"You know I'd hate to break up this little lovefest, but can you tell us what the hell's going on here?"

I turned my gaze to the person who so rudely interrupted my newfound friend…fan…whatever you'd call him. He was a big redneck looking guy, probably in his early thirties. He had brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes I've ever seen. Damn. I checked out his muscles that were visible from his sleeveless shirt. Yummy. The only flaw was that I could tell he had a bit of an attitude problem. Probably had a rough past. Whatever. If there was one thing I was good at, it was breaking people open and seeing them for who they really were. And that was exactly what I planned to do with him.

The Asian kid blushed and started to stammer. "OH! Right, uh, sorry guys. This is um—"

"Kat Williams," I introduced myself, trying to take the heat off him. "Lead singer of the…former band Breaking Bad." I gave them all a big smile while they continued to stare at me curiously. "And who might you fine people be?"

"I'm officer Rick Grimes," said the sheriff. I took it he was their leader. "This here is my wife Lori and son Carl," he continued, pointing out a tall brunette woman who was holding a young boy close to her. "And this is Shane, T-Dog, Carol and her daughter Sophia, Andrea, Dale, and Daryl," he continued to point out everyone as he said their names. So Daryl was the hot redneck. The name was somehow fitting.

"You from Boston?" asked the one named Shane. I noticed he was also wearing a police shirt. He and Rick must've been partners or something.

"Yeah," I glanced at him wearily, "how'd you know?"

"The accent. It's kinda hahhd to miss," he laughed, imitating my Boston accent.

I heard someone scoff. I knew who it was as soon as he started to speak. "Great. Got ourselves a useless Yankee."

Faster than he could blink my gun was aimed at his face. Everyone froze in alarm and he looked pretty damn shocked himself.

"Oh, I know you did not just call me a Yankee," I growled. "Do you see this hat?" I asked, pointing up at my Red Sox cap. "Do you see it? We don't speak of the Yankees where I come from. So I suggest you swallow your damn tongue before you think of saying shit like that to me again." Seriously, who the hell did this guy think he was? A Yankee, really? Last time I checked we were in the 21st century. Asshole.

I lowered my gun and I could see everyone visibly relax. "You always carry that shit around with you?" T-Dog asked, nodding at the guns and knives on my waist.

"'Course," I told him. "You can never be too careful. Plus, let's just say that not everyone out there is as friendly as you lovely folks."

Shane scratched his head. "And how do you know we're not like them?"

"Well," I started, shifting my weight to one side, "you all look like you just stepped off the island of misfit toys, so I'm assuming none of you knew each other before all this shit happened and you just decided to band together." He just kind of stared at me so I smiled smugly back at him knowing I was probably right.

"Aw, hell," Daryl began, and my eyes found him once again. "the fuck are we still doing out here? We're like fucking sitting ducks! Let's get a goddamn move on!" And with those words of wisdom he stomped back over to his motorcycle. I smirked at the fact that I had gotten to him.

Rick stepped up to me and offered his hand. "Well Kat, seems like you have two options here. You could either come with us, or continue on your own. It's your decision, but we could use you, and I'm sure you could use us. So what's it gonna be?"

I glanced around at the group staring back at me before settling my gaze back on Rick. I smiled at him as I took his hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm in."

Annnnnd there ya go! Kinda sucks, but whatevs. I just wanted to update. Like I said, hopefully the next chapter will be out tomorrow. If not...sorry.

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