A/N: Sorry for the sort of late update. I went on vacation to Disney World, and have been kind of distracted by its awesomeness. Thanks for the new reviews, I am so glad people are enjoying this as much as I am writing it! But here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Michonne's mother opened the front door and immediately took her daughter into her arms.

"I'm so happy you're safe," she lets her go and rubbed Andre's back as he slept in Michonne's arms. She places a hand on Mike's arm, "all of you," she says and gives him a small smile, he nods.

"Where's dad? Marjolaine? Are they ok?" Michonne asked, worry dripping from each word. Her mother's face mirrored how she felt.

"The last time I spoke with your father he was stuck at the hospital. That was hours ago, but I haven't been able to get in contact with him since," she saw the fret come across Michonne's face. She quickly continued, "I'm sure he's fine though dear. I'm sure this whole thing will blow over soon. Marjolaine is inside. Come on, come in where it's safe," she let them pass her, and she locked the door and then the deadbolt. Then set the alarm.

"Mom. You haven't talked with dad, but have you seen what's been going on out there? I don't think—," her mother waves her hand.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems. I hear the army is on its way to help take care of the sick. Everything will be fine... Who wants some tea? I'm going to make some tea," and with that, she headed to the kitchen. Michonne hated when her mother did that, tried to act like everything was all fine and dandy when things were terrible. She wished she was just honest with them, but this time it seemed like she wasn't even being honest with herself.

Michonne lead the boys into the dimly lit family room where Marjolaine sat. She sat with her spine straight, stiff as a board, and hands in her lap. She didn't look her company's way when they entered the room.

"Marj, you ok?" Michonne asked; she didn't answer. She just stared straight into the darkness. Michonne went around and sat on the couch opposite her sister. She saw her face, and how contorted with distraught it was. Michonne looked sadly at her sister. She didn't know exactly what happened but she knew her sister had seen what was going on out there.

"She's been like that ever since she arrived," her mother brought in a tray with tea and little cakes. Their appetites were lost; no one took anything except Mrs. Bellamy, "Honey I really wish you would say something." She began to sip on the tea in silence. For a few moments, the room remained silent, except the sounds of Andre's snores and the rattling of Michonne's mother's teacup and saucer every time she took a sip.

"Tea?" Marjolaine started quietly, more to herself. "Are you fucking kidding me," she said louder. Her mother almost spit her tear out at the words coming out of her daughter's mouth.

"Watch your mouth; you are not with your friends—"

"My friends? My friends are probably dead, or they soon will be!" Her voice raises with each word," They're eating people mom, killing people, and all you want to do is drink fucking tea?" She knocks the tray with the kettle to the floor. She stands and leaves the room with tears in her eyes. Andre wakes from the commotion. Michonne rocks him as she watches her sister leave, and then she hands him to Mike and goes after her.

Marjolaine sat on the floor in front of her bed. Michonne came and sat down next to her. She wiped some of the tears off her sister's cheeks.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to wake up Andre," she said.

"It's ok. It's understandable," Michonne got closer to her older sister and put her head on her shoulder like she used to do when they were little.

"Ma just can really get on my nerves. All this tea and hope she slinging around..."

"I know it's misguided but, is it really so wrong to hope that things will get better?" Her sister didn't answer. She pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them with her arms.

"I saw one of those monsters rip a guy's throat out with its teeth. He was standing right next to me. I was on my way to the Medical Center. And then I got a call from dad. It sounded bad in there Chonne," she said sadly.

"I know, but he'll be back soon. I'm sure he is fine," Michonne cursed herself, she was starting to sound like her mother, but she really needed to believe it herself. Her sister said nothing and stared ahead.

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Michonne was starting to doubt the hope-filled wish she had made four days ago to her sister. They still hadn't seen or heard anything from their father. Since they had arrived back to the villa the television stations went off-air, and the phone lines were down. The last thing they heard about were the riots and bombs that were being dropped on the city. She and her family were so scared to venture outside, so they didn't. They would wake up, eat, lounge around, maybe play a board game or two to pass the time, eat lunch, lounge some more, eat dinner, and then sleep. With all the lounging there was time to think about the impending doom waiting to meet them outside. And with all the eating, Michonne noticed as she rummaged through the pantry, that they would run out of food. Very soon.

Michonne went back to her family. They were in various spots throughout the large living room. She looked at her son who was coloring on the floor and talking baby talk to Mike, who wasn't really paying attention to him, lost in his own thoughts. Michonne went and sat down with them.

"Hey peanut," she said giving him a kiss on his head, "that's lovely. Looks like we have another artist in the family, huh daddy?" Mike didn't respond. "We're running out of food," she said as a general statement.

"What do you mean we're running out of food?" Terry sat up from the sofa.

"I mean we have no more food. We have to get more or we're going to start starving," everyone was starting to realize what exactly she was meaning. They would have to go outside.

"I was thinking about going over to the Hart's and seeing if they'd have anything to lend us," no one budged. She looked over desperately to Mike. His eyes were wide and they wouldn't look at her.

"If you're going, I think I should stay and watch Andre," he said scooping his son up, who wasn't happy to be taken away from his drawings.

"What a man," Michonne's mom scoffed. Even though they resided in such a large house, everyone was still starting to get on each other's nerves. Mike opened his mouth to protest, but Michonne stepped in.

"It's fine. It's only next door. Those...walkers couldn't have made it up here. How much trouble could it really be?" she said. She took a bag and the bat that Terry had brought. She kissed her son and then headed out.

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The Hart's estate was next door, but both yards were quite large and made Michonne's expedition more rigorous than she had expected. She quickly walked up the stairs to the front door. She rang the doorbell. A loud bell rang and she waited. No one answered so she tried the bell again. Nothing. She decided to knock, and when she started the large door started to open.

"Hello?" Michonne peaked through the crack, "Mr. and Mrs. Hart? John? Are you guys there?" she waited, but neither the husband, wife nor the son answered. She stepped in. She figured they must not have been home when things went down. Oh well, then they won't need their food, she thought, and made her way down the hall.

She had been friends with John when they were younger and knew her way around. She reached the kitchen and started to pack her bag, but what she packed surely wouldn't hold all of them over. She decided to look in the garage to see if there was a wagon or something bigger to bring more food. She opened the door to the garage. It was pretty dark, but the cracks that the garage doors were giving enough light for her to move around. She stepped in.

CREEEK

She stopped, and looked around. She didn't see anything, so she began to rummage. Looking through the Christmas decorations and toys that she and john used to play with when they were younger. She found the wagon, but it unfortunately had a broken wheel. Something moved in the corner of her eye. She stopped and turned. Her heart started to beat faster and her breath quickened. But again she saw nothing.

She took a large box with old clothes in it, and dumped out the clothes. She brought it to the kitchen. When she got there, she put the bat on the ground and she began to pile supplies in. She saw him, right before he could grab her. She leaped away from the box of food, and landed on the ground near the entrance to the kitchen. The walker turned and went back after his prey. Michonne recognized him as Mr. Hart. She scooted herself backwards into the hall. When she was a good distance away she looked for something, anything that she could use as weapon.

And then she saw it. It was leaning against the hall table. Before everything, John was really into the martial arts. He did kung fu and karate. He also practiced Kendo, and he must've left one of his katana's over his parents when he came to visit, and it sat against the table.

Michonne lunged toward it, and clumsily unsheathed it. She accidently dropped the scabbard to the ground, and took an off balanced stance towards the approaching walker. When it was in distance, Michonne swung the sword with her might. She hit it directly in the top of the head, but it kept coming. She backed up again, and did it again, and then again, until the sword was lodged in deep in the walker's skull. It went down with the sword in its head. Michonne quite tired, leaned against the wall out of breath.

Another was coming round the corner. Michonne noticed this dead one as her friend John. Oh Johnny, not you too? She thought, but getting up to retrieve the sword. She went to pull the katana out of the skull of the earlier walker, but it was stuck. John kept coming after her. She started to pull and pull, and then she stomped on the head until it was crushed enough to release it. She again took the sword to John's reanimated corpse. It took her around the same amount of swings to bring him down as well...

She decided it was time to leave, before she found any more unwanted surprises. She gathered the food. And started down the hall walking overtop of the dead bodies shakily. She turned back and looked down at John, tears starting to well up, but she held them back. She noticed the sword. She put down the box, and pulled it out of his head. She looked at it for a second, and then collected the sheath and slung it on her back, took the food and walked back to her house.

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"Food's hear," Michonne said with melancholy, walking through the front door.

"That was very dangerous going out there by yourself," a voice called coming round the corner.

"Well, we need it to survive, so it was worth—" she starts when kicking the door closed behind her. She realized whose voice it was. But she couldn't believe it. She turned slowly, and saw her father standing there with the rest of her family following happily behind him.

A/N: A bit of a longer chapter, but yeahhh Michonne got her katana!...And her dad! The story, as we all know, starts to get much darker. Unfortunately those dark times will start to come next chapter. Stay tuned! Review to let me know what you think! (Д)