Daryl has his crossbow aimed at the Beta's head before he can open his mouth, an outraged shout following. Rick pulls his gun out and points it at the Omega's head before the hunter can pull the trigger. T-Dog backs up with Glenn, trying to get out of firing range, but Daryl just turns the bow with him.

Rick rumbles loudly, "I don't care if every walker in the city hears it."

Daryl keeps his eyes on T-Dog. His jaw twitched, and his eyes water again, but the archer blinks them away and lowers the crossbow. After a moment, he glances at Rick, and the gun is gone, back in its holster. Daryl blinks a few more tears away and glares at T-Dog with a shuddering sigh.

"You uh…" Daryl clears his throat, "you got a do-rag or something?"

T-Dog hands him one, not breaking eye contact. Daryl rumbles a purr out of his throat as he grabs the cloth, trying to ease the others without knowing he was doing it. T-Dog goes and picks up Dale's tools, grateful to have an excuse to move away from the others. Rick is fascinated at the noise and watches closely as the Omega leans his crossbow against the pipes and lays the bandana T-Dog gave him on the ground. He picks up Merle's severed hand that's already decaying.

"I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." Daryl huffs out a sob as he folds the cloth around what's left of his brother. "Ain't that a bitch."

He stands up, wiping his hands off on his jeans before picking up the hand. He glances at the men before gesturing to the lesser of the three evils and puts the hand in Glenn's backpack, ignoring the Alpha's poorly hidden disgust and fearful whine. Daryl zips the bag closed and picks up his crossbow again.

"He must have used his belt to stem the bleeding. Be more of an obvious trail if he didn't." Daryl points out a blood trail, and the group starts to follow it. Rick takes one last look at the spot he had left the redneck Beta. Noticing a white bag, the Alpha reaches down. A soft rumble leaves him when he sees it's the Suppressants. Merle knew they would be back, whether he was still there or not, and the Beta had left them for Daryl. The Alpha pockets them, planning on giving them to the Omega away from the others.

Rick returns to the group and watches the Omega, concerned at the complete change of character. Daryl had been ready to kill T-Dog before, and now he seemed fine. Rick watches as the man's shoulders heave with a silent sigh a few times with sniffles. The man was bottling all his emotions away to focus on tracking the blood. They taught Omegas to do that at an early age; the way they teach boys to stop crying about minor things, like scaping their knees when they fall off their bikes.

Rick had never met an Omega like Daryl Dixon. Sure, the man smelled and behaved like a Beta, and Rick had met plenty of those kinds of Omegas. It was the way Daryl seemed to bounce between an Alpha, a Beta, AND an Omega that threw the man off. They come upon another door leading into the building.

"Merle? You in here?" Daryl yells as the group walks down the stairs, a slight crack to it. He clears his throat and calls out for his brother again. Coming into a different building than the department store, the group splits off, checking each room for Walkers. Daryl goes into an office ahead of the group and shoots a Walker; the group continues into a reception area and finds two Walkers with their heads bashed in, a wrench from Dale's toolbox nearby.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One-handed." Daryl places the crossbow to rest on the ground, pulling the string back with a grunt of effort, the arrow held tight in his hand. "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. He always was angry he wasn't an Alpha; though it was like a birthright, ya know? He hung out with so many of them, studying them and whatnot, and he got so good at pretendin' he was one, I think his buds forgot he was just a Beta."

Rick watches the Omega load the crossbow. The man's arm muscles bulged as he pulled the string back swiftly, his grunt the only thing indicating it wasn't easy. He was only used to seeing Omegas as petite and slim with small muscle mass; it was strange seeing Alpha thickness on the Omega. Rick wonders if Daryl had always used one or if he learned to use the crossbow after the dead started walking. Realizing he was staring at the other man's arms and face, Rick looked away. It would be creepy if he caught him, not to mention beyond inappropriate because of their status as Alpha and Omega from different Packs. When the other two men are in the room, Rick looks back at the archer.

Cocking his gun and moving forward, Rick catches Daryl's eye. "Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is."

The group continues to search for Merle, Daryl shouting his name in every room.

"Merle!" Daryl calls again as they come into a new hallway. Rick gets close, reminding the man they weren't alone. Daryl scoffs and glares at the Alpha to back off. Rick steps back and tilts his head, causing the Omega's eyes to widen at the submission before he narrows them with a growl. The others stiffen behind the men, waiting for an attack. "Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself."

They came upon a kitchen where a stove was on. The smell was terrible, but the group pushed it to the back of their minds when they found Merle's belt sitting on the top of it. Glenn whimpers as he comes into the room, and he cowards against the wall, moving out of Daryl's way when the Omega passes him. Rick follows behind T-Dog into the room and puts his hand on Glenn's neck. The sweat Rick had swiped off his forehead cools against the other Alpha's skin. Glenn leans into Rick's wrist slightly, scenting him.

"What's that burned stuff?" He points to a piece of metal sitting next to the stove as Daryl shuts it off with a little more confidence. Rick rumbles his approval before he picks it up by its handle and takes a closer look at the burnt meat. He pulls the black mess off and tests the texture. Bringing it to his nose, Rick takes a deep breath. The Alpha sneezes into his elbow, but he catches the scent. Beneath the smoke, blood, and burnt meat was Pack; was Merle.

Setting the piece of metal back down, Rick sighs. "Skin. He cauterized the stump."

Daryl swallows while Glenn whines about being sick, "Told you he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle but Merle."

"He's lost a lot of blood." Rick holds his gun up, and the group makes it to move into another room.

"Yeah?" Daryl stops the group as he moves to the window, "Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap."

"He left the building?" Glenn's voice raises in shock, "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Daryl says, observing the blood trail going into the alley, scenting the window and the blood to make sure it was Merle. "He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving."

"You call that surviving?" T-Dog huffs. "Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?"

Daryl turns on the group with an angry snarl, "No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks."

He turns to Rick, chin held high but not neck exposing, and keeps eye contact while speaking slowly; a challenge. "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."

Rick gets in the other's face with a growl of his own, eyes flashing, chin raised, teeth bare. The man may be an Omega, but Rick would treat him like one if he were going to act like an Alpha. "What about 1,000 dead dumb bastards? Different story?"

Daryl whines in his throat but clears it with a huff and tries to push past Rick, shouldering his crossbow dismissively. "Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him."

Rick puts his hand on Daryl's chest to stop him, regret and shame coursing through him for how he was acting towards the Omega. "Daryl, wait…"

Daryl jumps back like he'd been shocked, yelling, "Get your hands off me! You can't stop me!"

Rick holds out his hand but makes sure not to touch the Omega after such a bad reaction. He cuts off the Omega's rant as Daryl gets in Rick's face. "I don't blame you, he's family, I get that."

Rick grabs the Suppressants from his pocket and places them in Daryl's hand. Better to do this now before the hunter runs off by himself. Daryl looks down at his hand, clutching his fist closed tight when he sees the pills. Shooting his eyes up to Rick's, the Alpha sees nothing but guarded fear, like the Omega was ready for a fight if it came down to it. Rick bares his throat completely to Daryl, a soft, comforting rumble echoing between them. Daryl breathes in Rick's scent, and Rick lowers his gaze. Lowering his voice, Rick speaks directly at Daryl.

"Merle came out here for those, to protect you. He told me that if he didn't make it back to camp, I was to give them to you and protect you. And I will; even if you're not part of my Pack. That's my duty as a cop, alright?"

Rick waits for Daryl's nod before he continues, "The group doesn't know you're an Omega, I get it. I'll take it to my grave if that's what you want. But you gotta work with me. If we're passing you off as a Beta, you need Suppressants, more than that. I've got the bottle in my bag, but only you, Merle, and I know it hasn't been opened yet. I'll separate a portion for you, and I can go on a different run to look for some for you if that's what you want, okay?"

Daryl's throat about closes as he takes deep breathes and nods. Rick catches his gaze again and speaks gently. "He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head. Okay?"

Daryl stays quiet, taking in Rick's face, his body language, everything. He looks into Rick's eyes, darting all over the man as he tries to see if he is lying. Seeing only honesty, Daryl relaxes. This man, this Alpha, would help find Merle, but only if Daryl followed his lead. Daryl swallows again, nodding slightly. "I could do that."

T-Dog and Glenn watch the two's exchange silently from across the room, barely able to hear a word between them. When Rick nods again after getting Daryl's cooperation, T-Dog speaks up. "Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?"

Glenn uses some of the office supplies laid out on the floor to show what his plan to get the guns is, "Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl and I will go since your crossbow is quieter than his gun." Glenn points at Rick. Daryl nods; it was a good explanation. "While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag."

Rick cuts the Alpha off quick with a rumble, "You're not doing this alone."

Daryl agrees, to everyone's surprise, "Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much."

Glenn sighs. "Hear me out. We're slow in a group, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I'm fast."

Glenn points down the street. "You and T-Dog, right. You'll be in this alley here, Walkers might cut me off and I won't be able to go back to Daryl. So, if you guys are over here then I'll go forward instead. Whichever direction I go, I got you guys to cover me. We meet back here afterward."

Daryl gets Glenn's attention and points at the map. "Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this? With a plan like this…."

Glenn looks at the others "Delivered pizzas. Why?"

The group shares a look, and Daryl shrugs, "Alright then, let's go."

The plan goes well enough; Glenn got the guns and Rick's hat, which had fallen off during the rumble with the Herd the day before. When he gets back in the alley where they positioned Daryl, he sees two Alphas beating him up, the crossbow on the ground next to a young Omega. They turn on him when they notice he has the guns. They grab Glenn, and Daryl watches from the ground, struggling to get up as Glenn calls for help, knowing Rick would hear his Packmates distressed call. They force Glenn into a car when it pulls up, leaving one of their men behind as the Walkers start surrounding the car.

Daryl gets up, dizzy, and stumbles to the gate, shutting it before the Walkers can get at them. Rick and T-Dog arrive to see Daryl ready to beat the kid. Taking the Omega named Miguel with them back to the office building, they plan to exchange Miguel and Glenn.

Miguel told them about a group of Alphas and Betas that had taken up residence in a nursing home to care for the old folks left behind. The Prime-Alpha there, a Beta nicknamed G, told them that they needed the guns to protect the tiny amount of medicine left. Rick left them with a decent load and matching ammo in exchange for Glenn. When he got him back, Glenn had scented his Prime-Alpha in front of everyone while hugging Rick. Daryl and T-Dog exchanged an uneasy glance, knowing how Shane would react to a newly formed Pack bond without him being the Prime. They leave the city on good terms with the Vatos, returning to the van to get back to the camp before nightfall.

Daryl huffs as he walks a little ahead of the group, keeping an eye out for his brother. "You've given away half our guns and ammo."

Rick clicks his tongue, "Not nearly half."

"For what?" Daryl looks back at the Alpha, "Bunch of old farts who are gonna die anyway? Seriously, how long do you think they got?"

Rick sends a stern look and a rumble to the Omega hunter, "How long do any of us?"

They come to the spot where their truck was, but it is gone.

"Oh my God."

"The hell's our van?"

"We left it right there. Who would take it?"

Rick growled in anger; jaw clinched to keep from baring his teeth. "Could've been another group, like the ones G said there are in the city. Could've been Merle."

Daryl whimpers and flushes in shame, though his voice and posture portray else wise, "If it's Merle, he's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp."

Rick slowly places his hand on the man's shoulder, trying to tell the man it wasn't his fault silently. Daryl's attention snaps to the hand and the Alpha and watches it land on his vest. With tight lips, he nods his thanks and lightly scents the hand before shrugging it off, and the group starts the long walk back to camp. Glenn nods at Daryl as well, and Daryl runs a little faster to hide the softening of his eyes and a slight smile.

….

The group makes it halfway to the quarry before Rick calls for a break. The Alpha motions for Glenn to come over to him, grabbing two water bottles from the backpack and handing them to Daryl and T-Dog. Handing another to Glenn, Rick watches the trees while the others rest. Taking a sip from his water bottle, the Alpha sits with the guys in the middle of the road. They all lean against each other's backs, facing every direction, all on the lookout for Walkers.

Once the group rehydrates, Rick nods at the woods. "I have to go take a leak. If you guys got to go, now is the best time to do it."

Daryl shrugs the crossbow off, the arrow already loaded. "Ain't nothin' more pathetic than gettin' bit while your pants are down. We go in pairs and one can watch the other's back."

T-Dog and Glenn stay on the ground, waving them away. Not wanting to wait any longer, the Alpha and Omega make their way into the forest. Staying close to the road, Rick drops the bag of guns on the ground. He reaches into the bag and pulls out the bottle of Suppressants.

"Thought you were gonna take a piss, not inventory." Daryl snorts. The Omega's face changes when Rick waves the bottle. "That's…"

"Your's." Rick slowly opens the bag again, pulling out a plastic Ziplock bag. Taking a stick, the Alpha breaks the sealed cap. The smell of new pills catches the breeze. Rick smiles at the Omega and shakes half the bottle into the bag. Closing the Suppressants and zipping them back up with the guns, the Alpha hands the bag of pills to Daryl.

"That's enough to hold you until we can get more. If you keep them hidden with your camp gear, no one should find them." Daryl takes the bag with quivering lips. This Alpha was protecting him, something only Merle had bothered doing.

"Thanks… for uh…." Daryl clears his throat. Rick rumbles softly with pleasure, happy that he could help the Omega. Daryl swallows and nods to the road, "We should be gettin back. Wouldn't want your Pack-mate to get anxious, waiting for ya."

Rick clicks his tongue with a smile, "We'll go back in a few, I still have to piss. Buddy system and whatnot. Come on."

Glenn and T-Dog are still sitting in the road when they get back. The Asian Alpha jogs over to Rick, scenting him lightly. The group continues to the camp, wanting to be closer to their people. T-Dog glances at the two Alphas occasionally, biting his lip like he had a question but was afraid to ask it.

"Something on your mind T, you can ask. I'm not gonna jump ya, and I doubt the others will." Rick says lightly, chin lower to seem less threatening.

"Ask away. Not like I give a shit." Daryl huffs, observing the forest. Glenn nods in agreement, looking at the Beta and waiting for the man to ask whatever was on his mind.

"How… How does that scenting thing work? Ya know, with building Packs and stuff?" T - Dog wonders.

"Why were you nervous to ask 'bout somethin' like that?" The Omega glances at the Beta out of the corner of his eye.

"They don't teach ABO dynamics as a mandatory subject in schools, they were electives. I never got into it before I guess. But now with so many in one place, I want to be prepared."

"Shane's the Prime back at camp; he took control when the group met up. He doesn't explain stuff about the Pack hierarchy to the group." Glenn adds.

"Well," Rick grins, "We'll be together for a couple of hours while we get to camp, might as well answer some questions for ya. Most of our world is based on our sense of smell. Alphas and Omegas can smell pheromones that give off emotions, health, intentions… it's how we can tell when someone goes into Heat or Rut."

"Scenting is a big deal when it comes to Packs. It's how we identify what group you're a part of. But Scenting is different based on whether you are Traditional or New-School." Glenn points out.

"Traditional? New-school?" The Beta asks.

"Damn, ya really don't know how it is, huh?" Daryl grunts, "Traditional Packs and New-School Packs don't get along with each other; they have different views on second genders. Traditional believe that Alphas are the superior gender and that Betas are the foot soldiers; there to do whatever the Alpha dismisses as unimportant and unworthy of their attention. Omegas are Breeders; a hole to fuck and provide pups for the Pack. They take care of cooking, cleaning, and raising kids. The Alpha can sell the Omegas to other Packs, legally, and could sell any pups that weren't the Prime's. They would get rid of any pup they wanted to, and not all of them came from the Omegas. Some Beta couples had to give up their litters to stay in the Pack."

"Oh my god." Glenn whimpers. T - Dog looked ready to hit something. A Walker came out of the trees and was on the ground before anyone knew it was there. He was looking pleased with the blood on his knife; T motions for Daryl to continue.

"New-school Packs are better. They believe in the whole, your second gender doesn't have anything to do with your abilities as a person. They're the ones that fought for Beta rights and Bonding rights." Daryl looks at Rick, "Cowboy here is one. You can scent it on him. Your buddy and Mate though, they're both Traditional."

"How can you tell?" Rick wonders.

Glenn speaks up, "That's more body language. Shane has Alphas on watch at camp, and the Betas do the firewood, hunting, fishing, anything else. Omegas clean the clothes, cook, wash dishes, and take care of the pups."

"All the pups," T - Dog nods, "I thought Carl was Carol's kid for a while because Lori was always walking around, telling the others what their chores were and when shifts started and ended. Then she always smelled like the Prime, so I figured she had one of the Omegas watching her pup."

The group was quiet for a moment when Rick growls loud. "How long?"

Glenn was the only one that knew what the Alpha was asking, "They smelled like each other since they joined the group."

Rick lets out a noise of pure distress. Glenn leans into Rick's shoulder and whines silently. His Prime rubs the man's neck, scenting his Packmate.

"A few of the group members were wondering about that? I thought Mates were off-limits, why would you go after Shane's-"

Rick had T-Dog's back against the trees before the name was off the Beta's tongue. Rick rumbles loudly and threatening, teeth bare and eyes flashing. Daryl pulls the Alpha off quickly, Rick stepping back and punches the tree next to the man.

"Lori was MY Mate. Carl is MY pup." Rick rumbles in a warning. Glenn whimpers and hides behind the Omega slightly, not wanting to anger his Prime. Rick backs up and breathes deeply. Pulling T - Dog away from the tree, the Beta shows his neck and shoulder, shuddering in fear. He could smell something bitter, not recognizing the smell but knowing instinctively that showing submission would make the smell go away.

"Hey T, no no it's okay. That's not necessary man, shh." Rick purrs at the Beta, calming him.

"What the hell was that!?" T-Dog pants. Rick whines through his nose and looks to the others for help. Daryl rumbles and kneels next to the Beta.

"This is a normal feeling for Alphas and Omegas. You're feeling a bond, the need to please a Pack member."

"Let's take a break, finish the rest of the conversation and get back in about half an hour. We're almost there." Glenn suggests. Rick nods, and the group sits down.

"Lori and I have been Mates for almost 12 years. We met through my brother in high school and got together a year before Carl was born. We rushed to get Bonded and married cause Lori didn't want to have a kid out of wedlock. Shane's been my best friend and Packmate since we were in grade school." Rick sighs, "In a traditional Pack, when the Prime dies, his second can claim his/her Mate and pups as their own and take over as the Prime until they die, or they are overthrown. Shane acted the way his parents raised him to be, but I made it clear when I took him as my second that Lori and Carl were mine. We were going to raise Carl in both a Traditional and New-School area, so he could choose which one he wanted to be a part of."

"When Rick showed up at camp, Shane should have stepped down as the second does when their Alpha comes back. He had a taste of the power that kind of position can give you and he wants to keep it. Fine," Daryl scoffs, "Rick can make his own Pack. You already started with Glenn, ya just need one more."

"You're only considered a Pack when there are three or more people." Glenn points out, "So if you guys joined…."

"Nah. I can't join another Pack… not now." Daryl swallows. The guys say nothing, knowing that the Omega was thinking about Merle.

"Anything is better than going back to Shane's Pack. What do you have to do?" T - Dog sits up eagerly. Daryl nudges Glenn, and the two make their way a little further down the road.

"What are they doing?" T asks.

"Forming a Pack bond is considered an intimate act between people. They're giving us a little privacy." T stiffens at that, remembering how Shane had 'accepted' people into the Pack. The Alpha would make the Bonding a public event that would show everyone that Shane was dominant over that person. The only Bonding he did in private was with Lori and Carl.

Rick extends his neck to the side, exposing his scent glands. Waiting for T-Dog to do the same, Rick sits still. T-Dog glances at the others, but their backs still turned. A high-pitched noise comes out of the Beta's throat, and Rick starts purring. Calming down, the man looks at Rick, not knowing what to do.

'Scent.' T-Dog thinks, 'This has something to do with scents.'

He slowly puts his nose against the Alpha's glands and takes a deep breath. Not getting anything, the Beta goes to pull away, but Rick holds T-Dog's shoulder, keeping the Beta there.

"You have to keep smelling until you can catch my scent, and you're able to imprint it in your brain as Pack or Alpha. Just a little bit, because this is new to you and we will have time to build upon it at camp. I can keep you safe from Shane but only if you can catch my scent." Rick purrs softly. T-Dog closes his eyes and presses closer.

It took less than five minutes to catch a scent other than death. The Beta's body sags with a sigh; the comfort coming from the Alpha made T-Dog want to go to sleep. It reminds him of when he was young and would curl up with his mom after a bad dream. He could almost feel her hand on his back, rubbing in circles, her fingers gently tugging his hair as she ran them through it. T-Dog whines through his nose and imprints the smell, vaguely realizing Rick was scenting him as well. When they pull back, the Beta wants to flush; it had been highly exposing. "I get why it's an intimate ritual."

Rick smiles with a chuckle and extends his hand to pull up his Packmate. Walking over to the others, the group sets out for the camp, Glenn and T-Dog scenting each other easier due to both being part of Rick's Pack.

"So, if we're part of Rick's Pack, does that mean we're New-School?" T-dog wonders.

"No." Rick says, "Shane was a part of the Pack and he was Traditional. You can choose whichever one you prefer but the Pack is New-school because your Prime is. So, you will have to deal with the differences between the two and play by my rules. Which one are you guys anyway? I haven't been here long enough to scent you guys out."

"New-school." Glenn and T-Dog fist bump before turning to Daryl.

"Old man raised me and Merle as Traditional, but we converted after we presented as not Alpha and were no longer of use to the Prime, as far as he was concerned." Daryl shrugged.

"So, we're not going to have any second gender-related problems, right?" Glenn asks the group.

"Let's find out." Daryl nods at a car on the side of the road. Shouldering his bow, he makes his way next to it with a knife, the Pack following. Opening the door, Daryl plunges his knife in the Walker's head.

Rick reaches out and pulls the corpse from the car. Glenn and T-Dog start searching suitcases and bags in the trunk and back seat, anything of use to the camp going in a pile to be sorted and packed up to take with them. Daryl checks the actual car to see if they can drive it back. Finding no gas and the battery was gone, he gives up and searches the front. Coming out, he sees the guys putting supplies into backpacks and shrugging them on. Shaking the bottle of Suppressants, the Omega walks over and hands them to Rick. He pulls out four more bottles he found in the car, as well as the bags he got from Rick and Merle.

"That's six bottles." Daryl nods at the Alpha's hands, where Rick was staring at the medicine, "Figured we can put mine back and everyone gets their own."

"Your's? I thought Betas didn't need Suppressants, they don't work on us." T-Dog asks, grabbing one of the bottles, turning it over, and noticing that it was for Alphas.

"Nah, but we needed a group. We would have left but with all the Betas and Omegas already there…." Daryl watches as Glenn picks up the bags.

"These are yours? They're for Omegas."

"That gonna be a problem?" Daryl growls, getting closer to the Asian Alpha. Rick rumbles in a gentle warning, and the Omega steps back.

"Not for me." Glenn takes the gun bag and pulls out the other pills, ready to dump them into the bag, "You're gonna want the bag, it's easier to hide."

"Why're you helpin' me?" Daryl asks, stand-offish.

Glenn dumps the bottle into the bag, pressing on it to release the air before zipping it closed. "I was the only Alpha in my family; dad was a Beta and my papa was an Omega. My brother was one too. I was sent to live with my grandfather when I presented. He was Traditional and would have sold my brother to one of his old friends to merge Packs. I got good at hiding the pills and Scenting my brother to cancel his scent."

"I don't like Shane," T-Dog huffs, "and regardless of you not wanting to join another Pack, I'm probably going to imprint your smell as such. We take care of our Pack, right Rick?"

Daryl's lip quivers slightly, but he clears his throat and accepts the bag from Glenn, stuffing it into his pants and pulling his shirt over it. "Thanks."

Rick purrs a quiet rumble of happiness as the group sets out for the camp again, glad he had chosen right with his new Pack.

…..

Rick's new Pack and Daryl are almost to the camp, jogging when they hear the gunshots.

"Oh God."

"Go! Go!"

They arrive in time to see the camp overrun with Walkers. Acting fast, they grab guns from Rick's bag and start shooting. The male Alphas and Betas of the group are in full swing, killing the Walkers and protecting the Beta and Omega women and the pups crying and huddling next to the RV. The Alpha women were circling the huddle and killing any Walkers that were too close. When all the Walkers are dead, Carl runs to Rick sobbing and hugs him, Scenting his father with whimpers and whines. Rick falls to his knees, Scenting his pup, tears in his eyes at the thought of Carl dying in this mess.

Everyone turns when Andrea begins to sob and wail loudly.

"Amy!" Andrea is leaning over her sister's dead body, bite marks on the fallen Omega's arm and shoulder. The Walker had bitten her glands entirely out of her neck, causing her to bleed out quickly. As everyone else gets rounded back up, Jim turns away to see the dead Omega.

"I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes."

They look at the camp; dead Walkers and dead campers. People they had gotten to know, family. All of them were dead. Andrea's wails stay with the group all night.