A random parody of the Walking Dead and the reality TV show 'The Real World.' This is purely for humor and enjoyment and not to be taken seriously. I do not own the 'Walking Dead' or the 'Real World.'

Tension

Its been a few days since the conundrum at the house. The tension is thick, and its stifling for house mate Beth, who takes the opportunity to visit her father, who's recovering in an accompanying house. A camera catches as she walks up to the front door and notices its locked. She turns around jumping at the sight of an expressionless dark haired man. "Oh my god you scared me."

"I'm Garreth, I do all the cooking here."

"Can you get inside? The door's locked." Beth turns checking through the window to see if anybody is moving around inside. Garreth comes up behind Beth's neck smelling her flesh. "Mmmm.."

Beth flinches and quickly moves away from him. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing, I was trying to look over your shoulder. Whoever is around might wanna see my familiar face." Gareth says as Beth looks at him oddly.

"What percent body fat do you have? He asked.

"What?"

"How much meat do you think you've got on you?"

Beth turns around banging on the window for someone to open up, as Gareth is sprinkling salt on her exposed shoulder. Beth screams feeling his nibble. "What's the matter with you!?"

He ignores her. "Hey what's your blood type?"

Filming is back on track at the main house and catches Abraham with Michonne in her room.

"Alright Michonne, I've got a mission for you, 10 sets of push ups, sit ups and-"

"I already did them, 100 at the very least." Michonne answered back before Abraham playfully side eyed her. She could tell he was trying to distract her mind from the troubles of the past few days.

"I don't mean to burst your bubble sweetheart, but there's no way you could have done them so fast... you just woke up cadet... show me how you did it."

Michonne rolled her eyes before she displayed her technique for him.

"I see now, you use the bed for extra support... here let me show you how it's really done." Abraham plops down next to her before she sighs, "everyone has their own way of doing this..."

"Nope, cause if you do it wrong, you're just tiring yourself out, if you don't feel the burn here" Abe pokes Michonne in her stomach "or here" Abe moves his finger towards the side of her thigh "or atleats-"

Michonne moves his hand away, frustrated with his poking, before telling him "show me then" as he smiles and says "watch the master."

Abraham waits for her to get up and watch him as he begins to do a very slow crunch.

"I can do that in half the time-"

"You do it too fast, and you don't get the full effect-come on and join me!"

Merle passes by the room with his brother in toe, as they watch the pair work out. "Don't forget the cardio!" Merle jokes as Daryl gives an awkward smile to lighten the mood.

Michonne just continues to work out, as she ignores the brothers. Abe on the other hand jumps up and slams the door in their faces. "Ah, meh good hand, it was in the beeping door you piece of beep!" Merle screams out as he's blowing on his reddened fingers while Daryl shoves the door back open.

Abraham is quick to confront the brothers. "How about you little girls go back to your tea party and leave Michonne and I alone to do some real work."

"You the one workin' out with a chick!" Merle points his bayonet towards Michonne while she grabs her katana aiming to leave the room.

Abraham stops her. "Little beeps like this don't last long in the army-let me take care of them sweetie!"

Michonne gives him a side smile as Abraham tells Merle to give him 50.

"Seeing as I'm one handed, this should be interesting, huh carrot top?" Merle jokes as he gets on the floor to do a push up. Abraham slams his foot down on the redneck's back, and forces a squirming Merle to flail about in anger against the ground, while Abe gives out a satisfied smirk.

"Come on beep, can't you handle a little weight, all you need is one push up!"

"Crazy son of a beep!" Merle screams.

Daryl charges in to help Merle, but Michonne stops him with the tip of her katana.

"Merle said he could do it... helping him now would be in insult to his 'character.'" She side eyes the older red neck while Daryl is torn on what to do. Rick is near by watching the whole thing before he walks by to stop Abraham.

"Since when did you and Michonne get so close anyway, how come you feel the need to attack one of our own?!"

Abraham finds it funny Rick would say that, considering the behavior he and the Dixon brother's displayed a few days ago. Abraham finally gets off of a barely conscious Merle as he steps to Rick.

Michonne quickly intervenes as her soft spot for Rick wont allow the confrontation. "Abraham stop!"

At the kitchen table, its only Merle, Rick, and Daryl that can stand the company of each other. So they are surprised when Beth comes out with three containers of chili. A camera follows closely behind her as she speaks. "You three look down, here's something to lift your spirits."

Merle and Daryl eagerly snatch their containers out of her hands then begin to wolf down on their food, as she happily gives Rick a container of hot chili too.

"Wow Beth did you make this? It tastes great!" Rick compliments.

"No, I can't take the credit, you should be thanking Gareth... and Merle." Rick and Daryl stop as Merle shrugs chewing on a piece of meat. "This meat's kinda crunchy-is this a finger nail?!" Merle yells before throwing the chili towards the side while Rick and Daryl begin to stare down at their 'food.'

"Yeah, well Garreth really put his foot into making this... or should I say... Merle's hand." Beth does a little wink before walking out of the room as the three southerners begin to panic.

In another part of the house, specifically in Abraham's bedroom. He's spotted alone with Michonne again.

"You know what Michonne, you're alright, but why are you helping out a little beep like him." Abraham speaks of the the so called leader of the group.

"I'm still apart of his group, that night didn't change a thing... I'm just... I just need a break." Michonne became a bit saddened, which was the opposite mood he wanted for her.

"If you were with me in the army, I bet you'd be the second highest cadet."

"And who would be the first?"

"Well I didn't want to brag but..." Abraham and Michonne let out a small laugh as she playfully shoves him.

Much later on, the camera men follow the group, as everyone gathers together outside, where there's a small platform built surrounded by a slew of armed terminus guards. Sasha walks out to greet the group. "We're doing trust exercises today. There's been far to much tension in the house."

"What are the guards for?" Andrea asks.

"Everyone must attempt each task they are given, if not they get shot. I've put a lot of time and effort into these trust exercises and you will participate."

Daryl, Rick, and Michonne are lined up facing Andrea, Beth, and Abraham as Merle climbs the attached latter leading to the platform.

"This is called a trust fall, Merle you must trust in your fellow house mates to catch you. Turn facing away from the group, cross your arms against your chest and when you're ready, say the words, "ready to fall." The group will let you know when they are ready by responding with "fall away."

"Ready to fall!" Merle screams.

The entire group responds "fall away!" As Merle's body is falling Andrea pulls back her arms and picks at her finger nails, Abe folds his arms against his chest as Michonne sets her hands on her hips. Simultaneously, Rick pulls his arms back as he hears static on his walkie talkie thinking its Morgan trying to reach him, and Beth kneels down to tie her shoelace, all causing Merle to have a crushing fall to the ground.

"My back! My back! My beeping back!"

Daryl, the only one to keep his hands out, only managed to grab his brother's left leg from slamming into the ground.

"Y'all so damn petty! How y'all just gon' drop my brother like that?!" Daryl yells.

Michonne sucks her teeth and Daryl sends a dirty look her way before she angrily cuts her eyes at him.

Sasha resumes speaking. "Ok that was very unsuccessful. Next exercise!"

A minute later, Michonne is forced to be the ginnie pig for the next challenge. She walks across the tightly bridged arms of Rick and Andrea, then towards the next pair, belonging to an angry Daryl and a smiling Beth. As she reaches the final set of arms which is Abe and Merle, Merle yanks his one arm away causing Michonne to fall, but she is caught bridal style by Abe. "Look at you sweetheart, you're as light as a feather." Abe laughs as Daryl stares daggers at the large redhead.

"Alright, you obliviously aren't taking this seriously-none of you are entertaining when you're all pissed at each other. The house is divided and its time for some serious mending! it's time for the next exercise!" Producer Lilly comes up to Sasha speaking into her ear before Sasha searches around the group. "Oh my god, where the hell is Lori?"

Footage shows Lori inside the house passed out on the couch, drooling profusely, while Carl is running around hacking at the air with a hatchet he found around the house.

As their loosing sunlight and its getting to late in the day, Sasha gets a bright idea and sends everybody back in the house. She looks at Lilly, "I have the perfect way to get this group entertaining again."

"What is it?" Lilly is on pins and needles.

"You'll see." Sasha smiles.

Hours later Andrea is walking into the kitchen when she stops at the sight before her eyes. Rick walks up behind her also shocked by what he sees. The camera pans around to film in the direction they are looking at and sees the kitchen filled with endless assortments of the hardest liquor imaginable. Rick and Andrea stare at each other before running around the camera man screaming for everyone's attention.