Glenn's POV

I stared on in awe as the sports car sped away down the empty Atlanta highway, most of the geeks trying to stumble after it but their decaying limbs couldn't keep up. Most of us stood Idle, just staring down the road long after the vehicle disappeared over the horizon, Rick was the first to step up.

"We should be going, the girl was right, the noise will draw more out" He said, looking at each of us.

We all agreed, gathering our things as we prepared to make our way back.

"Don't forget Dales tools T" I called over to the large colored man. Over the two weeks I had been at camp I had grown close to T-Dogg, whose real name is actually Theodore Douglas but he was branded the nick name T-Dogg upon his arrival in camp.

T-Dogg nodded and grabbed Dale's toolbox, all of us falling in line as we descended the twisting staircase that led to the store below. Ignoring Merle's snide and racist comments as we went. I sped up my pace, so I was keeping pace with Rick.

"Any idea what happened?" I asked, tilting my head towards him in curiosity. Ever since the mysterious stranger had saved us from a pack of hungry geeks, I wasn't able to get her out of my head. Who was this woman? What did she mean by "It's part of being an Angel?" Could Angels really exist? If so, why was she here? Could she be here to fix what happened? My brain was going a mile a minute and I couldn't seem to stop it.

"To tell you the truth Glenn, I have no idea what just happened" Rick voice brought me out of my ravenous thoughts.

I nodded solemnly, staying silent as we maneuvered through the hole that we had cut in the chain link fence. Starting our long trek back to the quarry, the gravel from the train tracks crunching loudly under our boots as the silence seemed to grow. That was until Merle's loud and obnoxious voice cut through the air like a sharp knife into boiled chicken.

"Ey sugar tits, what's to say we go off somewhere when we get back ta' camp and bump sum uglies" The large bald headed man prodded, bumping Andrea with his shoulder. Merle was an obnoxious, stubborn, sexist, racist, pain in the ass that no one at camp liked. Accept maybe his brother Daryl.

Now Daryl, he's a simple character, tough, quite, and a loner. He's our go to hunter, he brings in all the meat, Merle tries to say he helps but we all know it was Daryl. I'm not sure if Daryl is like his brother, I don't think anymore in camp has had enough interaction with him to tell, but that's a god send. He scares the shit out of me, one second he's fine and the next he's ready to rip your head off, he's as unpredictable as the walkers.

As we walked into camp, things were happening as usually, Amy welcomed Andrea back with open arms, as did Morales family to him. Daryl and Merle sutured off to the woods, to go do god knows what. Jackie and T-Dogg went off somewhere and I was left standing alone, like always. Surveying all the families I realized someone was missing.

Rick.

I took another look around, trying to spot my new dark haired friend. Finally spotting him at the entrance of camp, leaning against a tree away from the view of the others in my group. I swiftly walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright man?" I asked in concern.

"Yeah, just thinking" He replied, lying through his teeth but I didn't notice.

"Well, come meet everyone" I said with a hopeful smile.

He nodded back, dusting off his shirt as he walked forward, into the view of camp. The first thing I noticed when I turned to walk back into camp was the scream of a small child, Lori's son Carl.

"DAD!"

"All be dammed" I thought, the sheriff was Lori's supposedly dead husband. I watched as Rick embraced his wife and son, falling to the floor with them as he cried softly.

Maybe just maybe, Angels do exist, because this was a miracle.

I sutured off towards the RV, watching everyone's joyful returns was making me start to think of my family and that was a long depressing road that no one wanted to go down. The weight of loneliness was weighing heavily on my heart and soul. "Who would have thought, something as primal as human interaction is what I miss most in the apocalypse" to be able to hold someone and kiss them again, I wasn't a lady's man before the epidemic but I did have a girlfriend from time to time.

I sighed heavily, my thoughts looming darkly in my head. I needed some kind of distraction, I heaved myself up out of the bench seat and walked out of the RV. Calling up to the old man on top of the Winnebago, his fisherman's hat and Hawaiian shirt making it all seem like some sick and twisted vacation.

"Hey Dale, need some help with anything?"

"Sure thing son" He called down, setting the shotgun in the chair and climbing down the ladder.

Koroline's POV

I cruised happily, the windows down and the wind blowing my dark brownish tresses around my face wildly. The hot Atlanta sun warming my face as I drove, speeding by a small strip mall that looked void of the living and the dead. I hit the brakes hard, smoke filling the air as the smell of burning rubber filled the car. Flipping around I sped into the small parking lot, pulling up outside the small store with the large pink sign. This used to be my favorite store, I came to one everyday from the time I was sixteen till i met my untimely demise.

Victoria's Secret.

"Oh I'm about to have a lot of fun" I whispered to myself, turning off the car and pushing open the door. Scanning for walkers as I sutured toward the store, a large shit eating grin on my face as I pushed open the door. Deeming it clean of walkers for the mean time, but I needed to make this quick.

"Here's to old times"

Glenn's POV

We all sat around the small dying fire as we listened to Rick's story, how he woke up in the hospital, disoriented and not knowing what had happened to the world. I didn't know of I would have been able to do that, to find out from two strangers that the worlds gone to shit and not knowing where your family was. I was glad (and I know that's bad to say) that my family had been six feet under for two years, I would never wish this life on them, yeah, losing your only family in a house fire sucked ass but at least I didn't lose them to dead cannibals.

I retired early, laying my head on my uncomfortably stiff pillow as I shifted around in my tent. Pulling the thin blanket tighter to me as I tried to drift to sleep, my dreams one again being plagued with nightmares of dead carnivorous freaks ripping me limb from limb.

another day in paradise...