Hey everyone, Vacation is over now sadly. But I did get to go to Seattle to see Emily Kinney live and I must say she is incredible. It was well worth the drive from Alberta Canada to see her show.

Anyway on with the story…

Flashback

"Carl?" I asked with tears in my eyes. We had run from Alexandria three days ago. It has been three days since I saw my dad be taken down by a bullet to the head. Seeing that first hand would never leave me, Carl had been lucky in having missed the gruesome sight of our father failing to the hard ground as the bullet pierced him between the eyes. He saw his body lying there on the ground as he grabbed my hand and dragged me through the streets of Alexandria to the old church building which held the escape route that led into the forest.

"Ya Judy?" he replied sitting next to me on the old fallen log I had found.

"Do you think we are the only ones that got out alive?"

"No sis, I think others must have gotten out, I just don't know where they would go from here." He answered.

"What if we go to that farm daddy and Aunt Maggie always talked about?"

"Can't. It's probably not standing anymore. Plus I was a kid and I have no idea where it is or how to get there. I mean I know it is in Georgia but that's basically it." He told me sadly. I wish we could get there, it would be nice to see pictures of my mom and dad. I had heard all my life the stories of my mom and how when the world first turned she had grabbed the picture albums they had and taken them. The albums stayed with them until they were forced off the farm one night in a hurry.

"I don't even know what she looked like."

"It's just us now. We will survive." He said ignoring my last statement about our long dead mother Lori. He knew there was nothing he could do to change the fact that I would never know her or know what she looked like, or the sound of her voice. The thoughts always brought tears to my eyes, things I could do nothing about.

"How do you know?" I asked him skeptically.

"Because a lot of people have taught me how to be strong and be a leader. Dad taught me so much before and after the world turned into this ugly thing that it is. Right after the turn dad's best friend Shane he started to teach me all kinds of survival things that have stuck with me, and dad and Daryl and a few of the other guys in the group kept up that training even after Shane was gone. We can keep going, we have to. For them, for all of them. For mom and dad, and Shane and Daryl and Beth, and Maggie, Glenn, Carol, everyone had hope and we have to survive to make it worth it. Make the sacrifices worth it." I had never heard my brother speak so profoundly before. I hugged him close as we sat on the rock together.

End Flashback

"What do you mean by home?" I questioned the next morning as we were packing our bags to set out of the little cabin and head somewhere new. Maggie looked at me with big brown eyes, her brow raised with a mischievous smirk.

"Bethy would go to the farm." Maggie said.

"Yes but Daryl would look around the prison and anyone else that survived…"

"The only problem is Abe and Rosita they don't know either of those places. We never had a real steady place with them until Alexandria." Maggie argued. I stood there with Jack listening to them yap on and on. "I think we should try and go home to the farm."

"It is still standing. The house is anyways." I said quietly, adding my two cents into the conversation."

"Yeah and my dad would go to that prison, we checked it out once and it is still overrun. Ain't nobody getting in there." Jack added. Maggie and Glenn stared at us like we had two heads for a while before he spoke up again.

"Maybe Atlanta?" Glenn added.

"NO." Jack yelled grabbing everyone's attention. We all looked at him with curiosity shinning on our faces.

"Why?" Ben asked from the small sofa on the other side of the room. He had been super quiet all morning not wanting to break into the conversation his parents were having. It has always been hard for him to get many words in with how much his parents dominate the conversations.

"I don' wanna talk about it but no. My parents ain't ever gonna go there it would be pointless to look." He stormed out the door and down the dirt path that led into the woods. Grabbing my pack from the floor by my feet I followed him, leaving my family behind. I knew they would follow and it wouldn't take long for them to catch up to us.

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"Jack?"" I said forming it as a question as I caught up to him. We were alone in the woods again and it was actually a ice break from the constant chatter since Maggie and Glenn had arrived.

"What?" He snapped.

"You okay?"

"Are you going to ask me what happened in Atlanta?" he questioned with a murderous look on his face. I stepped forward slightly, placing my hand on his large muscled forearm. He looked me dead in the eyes, willing me to try.

"No, if you wanted to talk about it you would but I see that you don't. I hope one day you feel comfortable enough to maybe open up about it but for now it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you are okay." I told him honestly. His eyes softened a bit and he leaned his arm into my touch slightly as a small barley there smile crept its way onto his face.

"Thank you Judy, means a lot to me." I smiled my most brilliant smile at him, his own lips rose up into a more prominent smile to match my own. The next thing I knew I was leaning in forward towards him as my eyes closed. Our lips met slowly at first as his hand found its way to the back of my head, tangling in my dark brown hair. His lips began moving against mine in this perfect rhythm, my lips parted allowing his tongue to access mine. After what seemed like ages but was probably only minutes we pulled apart. Our eyes fluttering open to stare at the other. "I'm…"

"If you apologize I think I might hit you. That was… wow."

"It's not weird to you at all?"

"We are not technically related. I only call Maggie my aunt because when I was young it was the right thing to do." I told him. He smiled a real genuine smile and I couldn't help the one forming on my own lips.

"Good because I really like that."

"Well me too. So I think we should do a lot more of that." I told him as the leaves behind us rustled signalling someone's approach.

"You two cannot just run off into the woods like that. Do you hear me." Maggie said putting on her crazy overprotective mom voice.

"Sorry." We both mumbled as we fell into step behind them. Our hands found eachother, fingers twining together. Everything was going perfect. We would find our family soon enough and a new home would find us as well. I never thought I would find someone in this world like Maggie did, but Jack, he is something entirely different. A good different.

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We walked up to a small house on the outskirts of a town called Juniper. It was off in the woods, away from other people. The perfect place to stay for the night to collect out bearings and make a plan for the next day. Glenn walked up to the porch and knocked on the door three times, hoping that on walkers lingered inside the doorway.

"Did my dad teach you that?" Jack asked Glenn. His blue eyes held amusement as he looked at his uncle. Ben stood off to the side with Maggie watching the interactions.

"Sure did." Came his soft reply and the sound of human footsteps approached the old wooden door. Glenn signaled for us all to hide as he waited behind the door to possibly attack the person on the other side. From my spot behind the tree I could see the man with the crossbow open the door. He hadn't seen Glenn yet but I knew exactly who he was. I jumped out from behind the tree quickly holding my hands up in a surrender form as an arrow whizzed by my head and impaled the tree.

Alrighty, please drop me a review to tell me what you think. Another chapter should be ready by this weekend. We are so close to another part of the family being reunited. What do think of Jack and Judy? I know he is a few years younger but hey it is the apocalypse. Also what do you think Jack's problem with Atlanta is?

Have a fantastic week!