"You touch any of my stuff?" Upon hearing this voice, Dallas jumped back in surprise, pulling his hunting knife out on instinct, to face the intruder. He was looking at an older man, looking a little older than Larry, but he had grimy clothes, marking him as homeless, or as homeless as you can be in this world.

"Who are you?" Dallas asked, giving the man a hard stare.

"Woah son, no need to get violent, put the knife away before you poke someone's eye out," Chuck said, shaking his head at the youth.

"I'll ask again, who are you?" Dallas questioned once more, lowering his knife a little.

"I'm the man that owns this stuff, if you must know. I guess it's no worse for wear." the man replied, walking over to stand next to Dallas, while looking at the living area. "Name's Chuck. Charles if you like that fancy shit."

"Dallas," Dallas replied, putting his knife away, while still remaining cautious.

"That your group out there?" Chuck asked, turning to face Dallas.

"It sure is," he replied, glancing to look at his friends.

"What about the guys up in the hold of the train?" he asked, gesturing his head to the side.

"Them as well," Dallas said, crossing his arms.

"I saw you walking around through hear, and thought about scaring the pants off of you. It's always fun to scare the young ones," Chuck chuckled, sitting down in the lawn chair. "But, I just couldn't do it, you looked like the nice sort I guess."

"You're still kind of freaking me out right now," Dallas admitted, leaning against the wall of the boxcar.

"Train folk tend to do that. I've already had the pleasure of meeting everyone outside, and they all warmed up to me quite quickly, and I was in direct sunlight, so it was surprising," Chuck joked, laughing light-heartedly.

"Whatever old man, just-" Dallas began to say, before Chuck gave him a death stare.

"Don't call me old man son, call me Chuck," he said, before turning around and jumping out of the train, not letting Dallas finish talking.

"Well, that was weird," Dallas said aloud, following him out of the boxcar and over to his group.

"You met Chuck!" Clementine exclaimed excitedly, running up to Dallas.

"I sure did," Dallas told her, walking alongside her over to the group.

"It's so nice to meet someone normal for a change," Katjaa said, addressing Chuck, who was sitting on the nearby log, tuning his guitar.

"Yeah, normal. More like crazy" Dallas said under his breath, getting a look from Chuck.

"On that son, we can agree," he chuckled, going back to tuning his guitar.

"He gave all of us candy, even Ben," Clementine said happily, pointing at Ben, who was sitting nearby, scoffing down some candy, getting disgusted looks from Carley.

"God, boys are such pigs," she commented, nibbling on her own piece of chocolate.

"Hey!" Ben and Dallas said in unison, glaring at her.

"Face it boys, it's the truth," Chuck said, nodding his head to Carley. Ben and Dallas sighed in unison, the former going back to eating his food. Dallas looked at Chuck, who had stood up from the log to face him.

"Welcome," Dallas said, sticking his hand out for Chuck to shake, which he did.

"Glad to see you got a good head on ya," Chuck said, letting go of Dallas' hand.

"Have you gone up to meet Kenny and Lee yet?" Dallas asked, looking up at the train's hold.

"You bet I did. That Kenny fella shares my love of the road, I think we will get along just fine," Chuck told him, sitting back down on the log to play his guitar. Dallas looked over at Duck, who had started hacking up phlegm, his face becoming even more pale.

"I'm sorry about your son, I hope he gets better soon," Chuck said, giving Katjaa an apologetic look.

"Thank you for your concern Charles," Katjaa said, giving him a forced smile.

"I'm that with a little tender loving care from his family, he'll be fit as a fiddle in no time," Chuck told her, just as Kenny came walking over. "I ain't got much, but ya'll are welcome to anything I have."

"Thank you, we'd like to do the same for you," Katjaa said, watching her husband move into the middle of the group.

"Why don't we hold off on…" Kenny began to say to Chuck.

"We hope you'll stay with us. The more the merrier," Katjaa cut in, giving Kenny a firm look. Shaking his head, Kenny left again, nodding to Dallas as he went, gesturing for him to join Lee and him up in the train.

"So, we're all set?" Kenny asked, as he and Dallas walked to the train.

"Looks like it," Dallas replied, watching him go up the ladder. Before going inside, Kenny leaned on the railing and looked at the group, getting ready to address them.

"We don't have all that much left, so just bring whatever you have on you. Everyone in the boxcar," Kenny said to the group. Dallas watched everyone pick up their belongings and move over to the train, seeing Chuck look unsure about where to go.

"Want to come with us?" he asked him, gaining Chuck's attention.

"Might as well, haven't found any better way to keep out the creepy-crawlies than to stay in the boxcar," he answered, walking over to the train to get inside. Clementine walked up to Dallas, looking up at him sadly.

"Duck's still sick," she said, hugging him tightly.

"Get on the train," Dallas heard Kenny growl, making Clementine quickly run to the train.

"He's getting sicker," Katjaa agreed with Clementine, holding Duck in her arms. Kenny moved over and sat on the edge where the ladder was, looking down at his wife.

"Let me look at him," he said, watching Katjaa walk over to him. He examined his son thoroughly, looking shocked with what he saw.

"Do you want us to keep going?" Dallas asked, looking at Duck himself, sorrow filling him to the brim.

"Damn right I do. We're going to keep movin'," Kenny said, standing back up.

"I think we should all talk about this, as a family," Katjaa told him, looking at both Kenny and Dallas.

"We've said everything that needs to be said, get on the god damn train Kat," Kenny snapped, standing up and walking up to the train's hold, calling over his shoulder. "I'll be up front with Lee, I don't want to hear about any of this garbage until we get to the coast."

"He's being a real jackass at the moment," Carley commented, walking over once Katjaa and Kenny had left.

"He doesn't want to believe that he's going to lose his son," Dallas defended Kenny, turning to look at her.

"Let's hope he doesn't put the rest of us in jeopardy while he is in his denial stage of death," she said, getting into the train. Sighing, Dallas went up the ladder and went up to the train's hold, opening the door to join Lee and Kenny inside.

"We ready?" Lee asked, gesturing to the controls.

"Looks like it," Dallas said, standing behind Kenny, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Would you like to do the honours?" Kenny asked, pointing at the start up throttle.

"With pleasure." Dallas reached for the throttle and pushed it forward, causing the train to begin rolling forward, starting their journey on the railroad, on their way to the coast. Kenny got out of his seat and moved to the other side of the hold. The three boys looked ahead and exchanged looks of happiness, looking forward to what was to come. Dallas looked at Kenny again, and noticed his smile curl into a frown, bowing his head in deep thought. A couple of hours later, Dallas had moved into the boxcar to sit with the group, wanting to spend a little time with them while Lee and Kenny talked privately. He watched as the train passed by a walker, the thing staring at them as they sped by, craving the food that he would never get.

"So, Chuck, where you from exactly?" Dallas asked, looking at the man sitting next to him.

"I'm from Georgia, but you've seen where I live now," Chuck replied, pointing over to his old living quarters.

"I've seen better, to say the least," Dallas agreed, getting a laugh out of Chuck.

"I'm sure you have," he said, strumming his guitar softly.

"How long have you been alone, why are you alone?" Dallas asked, watching Chuck's face change into one of sadness.

"Been alone for a long time now. Why wouldn't I want to be? It's been workin' for me so far," Chuck replied, looking down at his fingers flicking the guitar strings.

"Okay, sorry I asked," Dallas asked, making to move away, before Chuck grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"I'm sorry, I do like being with you all, it's a nice change of pace to be with friendly folk," Chuck said, placing his instrument back at his feet.

"Hasn't exactly been a great day for us," Dallas commented, a look of understanding on Chuck's face.

"You still have a couple of kids, and your little one has a good heart, and spirit," Chuck stated, looking over at Clementine, who was quietly napping in the lawn chair nearby.

"She's the best thing in my life at the moment," Dallas said, smiling at Clementine's sleeping form.

"Why would she need an older brother, when she has a good boy like you watching out for her," Chuck grinned, staring at passing scenery. After a couple of minutes, Chuck coughed, getting Dallas' attention. "Must be hard on ya, helping the adults take care of three kids."

"There's only two kids though," Dallas told him, confused by his statement.

"There's also that kid as well, no offense," Chuck said, gesturing to Ben, who was sitting nearby. Ben gave him a dirty look, refusing to look at Chuck.

"What about me? I'm younger than he is," Dallas stated, looking at the old man strangely.

"You may be younger, but you have a mature head on your shoulders, so needless to say, you ain't no kid," Chuck told him with a smile. Before Dallas could reply, he heard coughing nearby, and turned to see that it was Duck, a small bit of blood smearing his mouth as he coughed.

"Dallas, could you give me a hand?" Katjaa asked, looking worriedly at her son.

"We'll talk some more later," Dallas said, standing up, getting a nod from Chuck as he did.

"Looking forward to it son," Chuck said, smiling up at him sadly, before looking outside again. Dallas moved over to Katjaa and kneeled down in front of her, waiting for instructions.

"Could you clean his face for me, I don't want to let go of him right now, if that's okay?" she asked, gesturing to the cloth sitting on the ground in front of her. Dallas nodded his head and picked up the cloth, moving to Duck's lower lip, wiping away the blood that had already begun to stain.

"There you go," Dallas said, calmly, putting the cloth back down.

"Thank you so much," Katjaa said, a grim smile on her face. A few seconds past, and Katjaa looked like she needed to say something else, but was reluctant to say anything.

"Is there anything else you need?" Dallas asked, making it a little easier for her. She looked up at him in surprise and looked away, trying to figure out what to say to him, figuring out after a few more seconds.

"You need to get Kenny to stop this train. You and I both know that Duck isn't going to last much longer. We need a chance to say goodbye, before the change," Katjaa said, her eyes welling up with tears.

"You know how he is, when he has his mind set on something, he won't listen to anyone," Dallas told her sympathetically.

"I know, I know. But I thought, maybe, if you and Lee tried to convince him, he might listen. He thinks the world of your judgement, of your thoughts. Maybe he will listen," she insisted, as Duck started coughing again. Dallas looked down at the deteriorating form of Duck, and back at Katjaa's fearful face, standing back up.

"Okay, I'll go talk to him. I won't be long," he told her, moving over to the door. Clementine must've woken up during the conversation, and overheard what was being said, because Dallas heard the light patter of little feet behind him, turning around to see he running up to him.

"Are we going to be stopping soon?" she asked, more than likely understanding the situation, she was smarter than a little girl should be.

"Yeah, we are. Stick close to Carley while I'm gone, we'll definitely be stopping soon," he told her, opening the door to exit the boxcar.

"Be careful," Dallas heard Clementine say before he closed the door behind him. He made his way up to the train's hold and opened the door, to see Lee and Kenny on opposite sides of the room. Lee was now sporting a black eye, looking quite pissed off about something, which could only mean that Lee was discussing with Kenny what Dallas was about to be.

"Kenny?" Dallas said, resting a hand on Kenny's shoulder, who shook it off.

"What?" he snapped, turning around to look at Dallas. Kenny's seemed to also have a black eye, looking almost as dark as Lee's, confirming Dallas' suspicions.

"You need to stop the train, now," Dallas told him, reaching for the brakes.

"And why would I want to do that?" Kenny asked angrily, blocking the brake from Dallas.

"Because your son is back there sick, isn't that a good enough reason?" Dallas retorted, making Kenny turn away to look at the road ahead.

"He will be fine, you'll see, he just needs to rest for fuck's sake," he swore, banging his fist against the dashboard.

"You know that just a little rest isn't going to solve this Kenny, we need to stop," Dallas insisted, looking over at Lee, who just looked away, probably having given up on Kenny already.

"Godammit boy, you listen to me. I am the adult here, I know what I am talkin' about. So respect your fuckin' elders and butt out," Kenny threatened, standing up in his seat to turn around and look and Dallas.

"I am showing you respect, it's just that-" Dallas began to say, before Kenny punched the window, putting a crack in it.

"It's only a god damn scratch, I don't understand why the fuck everyone is making such a big fuckin' deal out of it!" he shouted right into Dallas' face.

"This isn't about Duck at all is it?" Dallas questioned, not backing down from the slightly taller, more imposing man.

"This isn't about my son dying? Are you serious? Did you hit your head or something?" Kenny retorted, shaking his head.

"You couldn't save Shawn, and now you can't save your own son. You think this is all your fault," Dallas stated, Kenny's anger flaring.

"Don't you fuckin; dare bring that up!" Kenny snapped, becoming furious, coming close to breaking point.

"You think this is all your fault don't you?" Dallas continued his eyes boring into Kenny.

"I never said that!" Kenny argued, looking just about ready to snap.

"But you know you're thinking it? You believe that because you didn't save him, that you saved Duck instead of him. Now your own son is going to die, because of that mistake. That's not how it works and you know it," Dallas said calmly, trying to keep his composure while Kenny was at bursting point.

"You. Don't. Know. Anything!" Kenny screamed, his nostrils flaring in anger.

"You think you're some big presence don't you? You think you can just push everyone around, and expect them to cater to your pig-headedness. Well guess what, I'm not going to put up with your shit, I'm-" Dallas started shouting in Kenny's face, before Kenny brought back his hand and slapped him in the face, causing Dallas to stagger back into the door. Dallas touched his face, already feeling a bruise forming on his cheek, and few drops of blood falling from his mouth. He looked up at Kenny with a calm, but angry face, standing up straight once more.

"What the fuck Kenny?" Lee asked angrily, running over to check if Dallas was okay.

"I… I mean, well…" Kenny stuttered, looking ashamed of himself. Dallas looked him directly in the eye, and stepped towards him, moving almost nose to nose.

"If you don't stop this fucking train right now, you won't get the chance to say goodbye to your own fucking son, understand? You may not want to face it, but everyone else is, you're the only one that is choosing to be blind to the facts. So please, for your sake and for Katjaa's, stop the train," Dallas told him, elongating his speech as he spoke. Kenny stumbled backwards into his chair, staring up at the youth in disbelief. Finally relenting, Kenny looked down at the ground in shame and pulled the break, making the train begin to slow down.


Here's another one guys, I thought I might as well give you another one, so then you didn't feel too bored ^_^

Again, origin stories shall soon be written, so please stay tuned ^_^

I shall be posting one more today, because I'm feeling generous, so stay tuned, it will be coming later in the night (or day, depending on where you live) :P

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I quite liked it personally.

See you soon fellow fanfickers :D

P.S. Rebloxic: Your feels chapter is the chapter after this one, so be prepared for that :P