A/N: Chapter eight's here! Just like to give a shout-out to a few people!

ViresAdLegatum - amazing Naruto fan fiction. READ IT! He's on hiatus at the moment, but if you love Naruto you should defs read his fic.

Archnemeses - She's written a looooot of fics, but she's writing a Walking Dead fic now and it's good so far! She's also giving me tips for this fic - READ HER STUFF!

Madison, Elliott and Kyan - Just for reading this fic and giving me ideas on it. Thanks guys!

Now ... let's get into this chapter ... there will also be a HUGE plot-twist coming up in the next couple of chapters ... stay tuned. :)

They all sat around a big, long table made of Winsome Wood. The table was big enough to fit about 30 people, which gave Pete the thought that a big family must have lived in the house. It was the greatest lunch Pete had had in a full week. Nicely chopped fresh chicken with vegetables, a whole ham cooked to perfection, crumbed fish with bits of lemon on the side, a fruit platter with watermelon, sliced juicy apples, chopped bananas and grapes, crackers and a Tzatzki dip and five loaves of bread. The person to thank for this feast was Frank - what a legend!

"Frank, this ham is delightful!" Pete complimented.

"Thank you Pete. Always nice to be recognised for my cooking." Frank responded in his rusty voice. Frank was in his early 60's but still seemed to live like he was in his early 40's.

Pete looked around the table at all the people he just met. He couldn't believe that they were all friendly and helpful. Something made him stop chewing his food - where was Henry? He swallowed his ham and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"Where is Henry? Haven't seen him all morning." Pete asked the table.

"Um, no I haven't seen him either." Andrew replied.

"Did he go to sleep last night?"

"Yeah I showed him to his room, but he wasn't very happy. I don't think he likes me very much."

"Oh, I'm sorry. He's not the the type of man who sort of, 'likes' people."

"Yeah, I'm not."

Everyone all stopped eating and turned there attention to Henry. He had his vintage cowboy hat on, and somehow managed to find a bottle of liquor, and was obviously drunk. Pete sighed, and shook his head. Was it out disappointment? It probably was, but for some reason the liquor went with Henry like two peas in a pod. Henry dizzly made his way to a chair and slopped himself into it in an uncomfortable position.

"Hey Pete." He said.

"Yeah?"

"Pass me a uh... pass me the chicken."

"Uh sure."

Pete picked up the platter of sliced chicken and passed it down to the end of the table. Henry ate a bit of the chicken and moaned in satisfaction, before collapsing face first into the platter. The liquor bottle dropped to the floor, but didn't break - alcohol came out of it onto the wooden flooring.

"Daddy, is that man a hobo?" Jesse asked his father, Tom.

"Well son I believe he is." Tom replied.

"I was gonna have some more of that chicken..." Selena said sadly.

An awkward silence filled the room for a good ten seocnds, before Michael decided to break it. He stood up and picked up his plate and Bonnie's plate.

"How about we get cleaning yeah? There's plenty of food left for dinner tonight." He elaborated, as he walked into the kitchen, and everybody agreed.

Everybody picked up their own plate and headed into the kitchen, before returning to pick up the platters of food and the remaining cutlery on the table. By this time, Henry had fallen off of his chair and had fallen asleep on the floor, which gave Pete the oppertunity to take the chicken to the kitchen. Unfortunately for everyone, nobody would want to have it now, due to the fact a newly-recent alcoholic had fallen asleep onto it, with his bad breath and drool all through it. Pete went outside and fed it to Lucy, Kyan's dog.

"Thank you Pete." Kyan said from the rooftop of the house. Kyan was keeping watch from all walkers in the area.

"No problem Kyan. Did you want any food?" Pete asked.

"Nope." Was his response, which made Pete shrug and he went inside.

Pete closed the door behind him and turned right into a hug from his sweetheart - Bonnie. The hug was very long and warm, which is just how Pete liked it, and he knew now that he was going to get a lot of those hugs because soon enough, they are going to be married.

"When are we going to tell everyone about our marriage?" Bonnie asked.

"Well, how about I talk to Andrew about having some sort of wedding just out in the backyard. We can set up a small altar and it can be amazing." Pete explained.

"Ah, I can picture it now." Bonnie said, smiling as they then exchanged a kiss. At this time, Michael had entered the room, but stopped in his tracks to watch them kiss, which hurt him in the heart. He hesitated, but then began to speak...

"Guys? We need your help in the kitchen." Michael said to the two.

"Okay Michael, we'll be right there." Bonnie responded, as Michael glared at Pete, who looked at Michael with a joyful stare, but Michael didn't give one back. He left the room.

"What's gotten into him?" Pete thought, but his thoughts stopped as Bonnie reached in for another kiss.

Later...

Andrew, Michael, Tom, Frank, Kyan and Pete all sat around a small, circular, glass table in the living room, playing Texas Hold 'Em. It was the most fun Pete had in many months. Tom was on a four-round winning streak, and his last hand he had a straight to 7. Frank was almost eliminated as well as Andrew. Pete had played poker for many years, and knew it was his time to step up. He's won in casino tournaments, so it shouldn't be too hard for him to beat a normal player instead of a vetaran. He received his first card ...

3 of Hearts...

Pete waited for his second card to come round. When he received it, he took a quick glance...

5 of Hearts...

Pete began this round, and decided to check. The entire table went round and checked. From Pete to the left, went Frank, Andrew, Tom, Kyan and then Michael. Pete was the exact opposite of Tom Andrew threw out the first three cards in the middle of the table...

3 of Clubs, 5 of Diamonds and then Queen of Spades...

Pete had an instant two pair, and threw in $200 into the pot. Frank threw in $200, Andrew folded, Tom raised $400, Kyan folded, Michael folded, Pete threw in another $200 and Frank then Frank folded. Automatically, just like that - it was down to two. Andrew threw out the next card...

9 of Diamonds...

Pete, in his mind, smirked. Pete still had his two pair, and was ready to bet some serious dough.

"I bet $1000." Pete said, as he threw in $1000 into the pot. Tom nodded, and then matched it, and raised $200. Pete couldn't help but smirk now, and matched that.

"You guys good?" Andrew asked, and Tom and Pete nodded...

The final card...

5 of Spades...

The fullhouse! Pete knew this was going to snap Tom's winning streak, but to play it safe, he decided to check just to see what Tom would do. It would also mean that Tom would think Pete had a bad hand, making him end up winning it ... in his mind anyway. Tom though, went in a direction Pete didn't think about...

"I'm all in..."

Tom put in his $34700 into the pot and rested his chin in both his hands. Pete moved his lips around for a little bit, and then stared into Tom's eyes. Was he bluffing? It was hard to tell - he's a very good player out of Pete's astonishment. After a minute of thinking, he made his decision...

"Oh why the hell not?" Pete went all in also, pushing his $27320 into the pot. Tom nodded.

"Alright boys, show us what you got..." Andrew said to the two.

"I have a Fullhouse 3's and 5's. Read 'em and weep, bitch!" Pete said smiling. He was just about read to collect his chips, until...

"Fullhouse." Tom said throwing his 9 of Spades and 9 of Clubs, making up a Fullhouse 9's and 5's. Immediately, Tom pulled in the money, and eliminated Pete.

"Shit..." Was all Pete could say.

"Wow Tom, you're really good at this." Andrew said, and Tom thanked Andrew.

"Looks like that is all for me guys. I'm gonna head off to bed now fellas. See you in the morning." Pete said, as he left the table, shaking everyone's hand.

His handshake with Michael left Pete was a weird feeling in his stomach. Michael's hands were very cold and he stared into Pete's eyes. For some reason, Pete couldn't turn away.

"Good night ... Peter." He said, and let go before Pete left the room in a hurry. He leant against the wall and breathed like he just ran a race.

"What the hell?" Pete said under his breath...

A/N: Until next time, I'm Keelan Cetinich, say hi to your mum for me!