Pierre had been in his hometown with Lachelle when it all started. They were walking along one of the pathways along the road when they saw the officer get taken down by a walker; and that's the moment they started running. Pierre ran all the way back to his car; starting it up and driving home. He packed what he could and started the car; no time to get his brothers, just Lachelle. They had what they needed. Pierre had vowed to go back and find his brotheers. If they were walkers, he mercifully would find a way to end the walking existence they had. Pierre was currently focused on the new guy. He had dark hair; dark eyes. He was in a uniform similar to Celeste's. His name tag wasn't readable from here.

Celeste was talking to him, obviously some things were the same. The guy said something about a group that was passing through; he was heading for Atlanta. Then Taylor got up; and she'd bene very quiet. Yet she'd once beeen a singer; a inspiration; a rolemodel as far as Pierre knew. "I'm not going near Atlanta." Taylor sharply said. "It's like walker hell there, pardon my.. I'm not going to say it because of Pierre and Lachelle. But you get what I'm saying."

"Why?" The guy said. "We're just going to be on the outside." Now, Pierre knew Taylor had not the choice. Pierre listened to Celeste; but he usually took charge of everything else except for fights - Celeste was once a officer of the law and the patrol schedule wasn't his doing. The moving thing was Pierre's decision provided his cousin - some peopl ethought they were siblings by how they worked together fluidly, but Pierre insisted they were really close cousins and they were- agreed with it.

"We're not going near Atlanta, Shane. It's dangerous. You must know that." Celeste said. "My sister died due to a horde that I couldn't stop!" Celeste added. Celeste looked at Shane.

"I mean it; it's safe on the outskirts. It's better you guys move there. "Shane said, looking at Celeste. Pierre concluded Shane liked Celeste somewhat. He could tell.

"I'm not moving from Canadian soil until we find my brothers. " Pierre deftly said. "We're going for my hometown and if we don't find my brothers alive we'll agree with you to go." Pierre was determined to find his brothers. "Otherwise they wil decide what we do if they are alive enough to do so."

"How old is he?" Shane asked. "You look barely younger than me."

"I'm 33," Pierre spoke up, crossing his arms in a familiar way. He looked at Lachelle. "I'm married. That puts a whole tru-" Pierre was getting angrier at Shane. Sure, it was a good thing Pierre looked younger, but he hated being intentionally within the meaning of words called a kid.

"PIERRE! Stop it, god damn it! I'm 2 years younger. " Celeste said. 'So I'm 31."

"I'm sorry Pierre, but I was born in Feb 79. I'm a few months older." Shane said. "So I kind of can say that to you." Shane was making Pierre seem angry; pissy. He was triyng to keep his cool and not freak on Shane. Josh had snapped out did not need nice and calm Pierre to go and lash out at someone. Pierre was the only one yet to lash out at someone angrily. Plus the way Shane was looking at Pierre's only family left alive, Pierre was going to lose his only blood relative that was living if those two got together..