As much as the funeral home, they stumbled upon after Beth hurt her ankle, had been a blessing, they left it after their third day there.

It was not much that they wanted to leave, they strangely liked the place, it had been an oasis to them, they made the decision to leave after what happened after her "Oh."

He had been about to say something. What? He did not know, but he was going to reply to her "Oh." It was obvious that she figured it out. It was her who changed his mind. She was the one who made him look, plan for the future. Settle.

He was about to say some variety of that when a figure walked by the kitchen's window, and the dog barked. Beth had been the one to notice. He had heard the dog, and was about to stupidly give the mutt a second chance when Beth grabbed his arm and stopped him from doing so. She whispered to him letting him know about what she saw, and no soon after he was on high alert. He snatched his crossbow, went to the door, and saw, through the window, the herd of walkers on the other side.

There were too many for him to take so he did what anyone would do. He barricaded the door, ran to Beth, and fled down to the basement. He did not like the fact that that was his only resort to escape those monsters, but it was their only resort, and he sure as hell was not going to put Beth in danger and send her outside. His only relief was that walkers could not go down stairs for shit, and even if they did manage to get in, Beth and him placed the embalming tables in front of the stairs, and devised a plan to kill the walkers, and flee in case they did get in.

Thankfully, the walkers did not manage to get in. They stayed in the basement until dawn. He went from the basement to the front door, and saw the walkers were no longer there at least no live ones. They must have gotten bored. He signaled to Beth that everything was clear, and moved to exit the house once she joined him in the front. He exited on guard; his finger ready to shoot any walker that lingered. However, that had not been necessary. Not at all.

A couple of yards from the home he failed to notice in his first check a group of walkers twice dead. There were tied up by the hands by ropes, and goose bumps raised on his skin then, as did for Beth once she realized what she was seeing.

The walkers had been led there. Someone had led the walkers to them. Looking back at the home he figured then that the place was a trap. A trap for what, he did not want to know, but they got their resolve then and there, and silently agreed they had to leave the home even despite the fact they were exhausted after not sleeping at all thanks to the dead.

On their way out they noticed foot tracks that were definitely not walkers, and tire tracks that had not been there before. More reason for them to leave, for him to leave. He remembers, then, him being the one to take Beth's hand, intertwining their fingers, and squeezing tightly.

That had been five years ago, and as he held his tiny daughter he recalled the day fondly.

In many ways that day, and everything, and their every actions that night had been a blessing. It led them home.

They walked for about a week, and each day their relationship blossomed, and they got closer than ever. Beth improved immensely in her hunting and tracking, and she would not need him at all like she once joked.

They arrived at Kennesaw, Georgia on a cold day. They had almost no encounter with people or walkers thanks to the cold, but it was still a bitch.

They found a gated community and decided to seek shelter there. The homes were impressive. They were the type of homes a man like him would never have before the end. Beth picked a house to the back of the community. It was two stories, and a nice yellow that reminded him of Beth's hair. Behind the gate there were woods, and that certainly influenced their decision to stay there. It was always a smart thing to have the woods nearby.

They were planning to stay at the home at least until the cold weather passed, however they rummaged the homes that were relatively untouched and with plenty of supplies, and decided to stay longer. He and Beth assumed that because the community was gated, and the people who lived there were most likely rich, they left many essential things behind because they probably thought that the state of the world would not severely affect them as much. Ignorance was bliss, he supposed.

Honestly, though, they got lucky. Beth found seeds. He found rough cut lumber a mile away from the community. So they planted a garden, and built more walls to keep walkers, and people away. There was no such thing as too much reinforcements.

And as time went on, as the years passed, and as they were no longer fighting to survive, but also live, Beth and him grew closer, and love impassioned them, and now they are here with their little daughter, Abigail Marie Dixon, happier than they could ever imagine being at the end of the world.

HaHaHa JaJaJa

*I'm bilingual so I laugh in both English and Spanish*

So fuck the ending of Alone, and fuck Coda. Those events never happened. This is what happened instead, thank you very mucho. Review:]