QUENTIN'S POV:

-Weeks later after leaving the Walmart-

Weeks passed ever since we escaped from the Walmart, since I shot Eric dead, since we hopefully fooled the people at the Walmart into thinking we crashed the truck and we perished. Unfortunately, while that part was a massive success, we ran into a new problem.

We were low on food.

We really didn't expect to run through food within a week, but then again, there were seven people here, including me and the kids. This forced us to begin hunting, and unfortunately, since none of us knew how to cook, we ended up having meat that was way too burnt. This obviously was taking a toll on everyone, Lex and Haley especially. Haley became more aggressive and hot-headed, as everytime she ended up failing to catch a rabbit or something, she would loudly yell out profanities. Lex was somewhat the same, except that he was like this twenty-four seven.

Currently, we were sitting around a campfire we were able to set up, and we were biting and tearing at the rubbery rabbit meat we had. Honestly, it felt like I was chewing a tire. I looked across from me and watched as Garrett watched the kids eat his food. After Eric and Ben, Garrett became sort of a father figure to them, and Garrett usually placed the kids over himself.

"Garrett, have some of mine." I said as I handed him the meat, but Garrett shook his head. "You need it more." Garrett replied, causing me to sigh. "Garrett, you've eaten the least out of all of us, and while you may be losing weight, it's not going to last."

"Quinn, I'm fine." Garrett grunted. "Hey, Quinn, I'll have that rabbit." Lex spoke up, and I glared at him in return, causing Lex to look away. Garrett proceeded to stand up and stretch. "I'll look for some food then, I'll be back." Garrett proceeded to grab a knife and walk off into the woods.

"Quinn, eat, please." Haley spoke. I took a bite of the rubber meat and tore at it the best I could, but to no avail. I eventually ended up using my knife to cut the meat, which helped a bit, but not much. "Quinn, how long do you think we've been out here?" I heard Haley ask, and I just shrugged. "I'm not sure, feels like ages."

A few minutes later, Garrett appeared in the bushes with a fearful look on his face, and three people followed behind him. One was a man with semi-long brown hair and a thin beard, and wore a camo jacket. Next to him was a woman who looked a year or two older than him, with long, wavy brown hair and a black jacket. The final person was another woman, with long blonde hair and pale skin, and wore a green jacket and cap. Additionally, she was holding a rifle to Garrett's back, which caused me to spring to my feet.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled as I grabbed a rifle I had and aimed at the woman holding Garrett hostage. Haley and Kirby shot up as well while the kids hid behind Haley. "Put the gun down, and we won't kill him." The blonde woman spoke.

"You put yours down first, and we'll comply." Kirby replied, and took a step towards the group. "Kirby, don't." Haley said, causing Kirby to stop. It was then that Lex had decided to get involved, and looked at the group surprised, but more specifically at the male. The male gave Lex the same surprised look, and to my surprise, the man and Lex ran over to each other and hugged.

"Lower your guns, they're cool!" Lex said to us, and we reluctantly did so while Garrett ran over to me and hugged me tightly, which I returned. Honestly, I didn't care about the fact that apparently Lex and the guy knew each other, but I just cared about Garrett. Haley however was the one to ask the question I didn't care about.

"You know this guy Lex?" Haley asked, and he nodded.

"He's my older brother."

-Present Day-

The four of us slowly raised our hands in the air as the gun-wielding voice began to make slow sounding movements towards us. The voice in general sounded male, and possibly could have something going on with his throat, maybe he's thirsty or smoked cigarettes.

"Lower your guns, slowly, on the ground." The man spoke. "You already caused enough noise with all your damn screaming." The man grabbed my shoulder. "You, got any guns?"

"Nope." A long sigh emitted from the man before I felt him pat me down, checking me for weapons. "Keep looking ahead and I won't shoot." The man spoke as he moved onto Brock, and found a gun on him, which he took from him. Brock began to panic once he began patting down Amy, and he was shaking like mad.

"Don't hurt her, please." Brock spoke. "I'm not gonna do anything, calm the hell down." The man stopped patting down Amy, then moved onto Gabriel, which caused Amy to go into a massive panic as she looked over to see him crouching behind Gabriel's mangled leg.

"Stay away from him!" Amy yelled, causing the man to look up. "Eyes forward." Amy quickly looked away as Gabriel seethed in pain. "Let me guess, stepped in one of my bear traps?" The man asked. "That was yours?!" Amy yelled, causing Brock to shush her. "You do realize the spikes should've told you to fuck off."

"Wait, you live here?" Gabriel asked. "Congrats, you get a gold star." The man replied, causing Amy to scowl. "Hey, look, we're sorry we caused all these lurkers to show up." Brock spoke. "Just please don't kill us." A long silence followed after, before the man spoke up again.

"Alright, turn around."

When the four of us turned around, it was then we got to see the man's face. He looked to be around his mid 30's, with long, blonde hair that reached to his shoulders. He also wore a blue hoodie and green jeans. He also held an assault rifle in front of us.

"So, now that we know each others faces, you're gonna have to help me get these lurkers away." Brock then spoke up. "You just held a gun to our backs, why should we help you?!" The man chuckled. "Are you forgetting the fact that you basically broke into my home with a bunch of lurkers on your trail after ignoring common sense and leaving this place alone?" Brock then looked down at the ground, realizing what he meant.

"Also, your buddy isn't going to last in here." The man spoke again. I noticed the man pocket Brock's gun, which Gabriel noticed. "Hey, can Brock have his gun back?" The man shook his head. "I'll give it back when I'm certain he won't shoot me." The man then went over to a boarded up window and stared outside at the large amount of lurkers now surrounding the station, some stuck on the spikes.

"Hey, before we start working with each other, why don't you tell us your name?" The man turned around and rolled his shoulders before responding.

"Gary Harrison, but most call me Garrison."


Alive = Bold Unknown = Reg Text Dead = Italic Undead = Italic Bold

QUENTIN'S GROUP - Quentin, Garrett

HALEY'S GROUP - Haley, Lex, Gage, Paige, Kirby, Eric, Ben

ROCK HILL - Lionel, Frank, Andrew, Thomas, Daniel, David, Matthew, Brian, Jane, Jessica, Cassie, Thaddeus, Charles, Taylor, Joseph, Amy, Claudio, Jeffrey, Gabriel, Brock, Ariya, Fergal, Catherine, Trinity, Jey, Jon, Randal, Amanda, Noam, Leah, Sesugh, Colby, Jonathan

TRAIN STATION - Gary