A/N: I am incredibly sorry that this is so late! I've been really busy; I was on vacation for part of last week, and then I had a last minute scramble to get all of my schoolwork in on time for a class. Anyways, I think I'll probably be back on my schedule for posting this now.

Cookie D: Yup, another survivor! :)

RuinNyght: Thanks! :) Glad you enjoy it.

Melissa stood next to Randy as the man approached. At this point, she was certain of who it was.

"Never expected to see you here Punk," Randy greeted.

"I could say the same about you," Punk said in return as he holstered the handgun he had used.

The Shield finally came back around the corner from the alley. "Punk?" Seth asked.

"Who else?" Punk said with a grin.

"Am I the only girl left in the whole apocalypse?!" Melissa asked no one in particular. "We couldn't have Kaitlyn or AJ or Natalya or someone turn up?"

Punk snorted. "I don't think you'd really want AJ to turn up, if she's even alive. She's…"

"Crazy?" Dean finished for him.

"That's a little hypocritical, coming from you," Punk said.

"I'm going to ignore that," Dean said.

Randy spoke up. "Crazy or not," his expression implied he thought Dean was, "We shouldn't stick around. Don't want a repeat of last night."

"What happened last night?" CM Punk asked curiously as Roman shivered.

"We'll explain later," Seth said. "Come with us."

"I'm going to end up with the whole frigging WWE locker room in my church, aren't I?" Melissa muttered, causing them to laugh outright. She took off down the alleyway, remembering Randy mentioning the zombies a street over. The gunshot would draw them in like flies, and there was no way she was sticking around for it. She'd had enough repeat events for what felt like a lifetime.

She scrambled over the wall, pondering her statement. What were so many WWE Superstars doing in her hometown anyways? And why was she letting them pile into her hiding place? "Because I'm a sucker for anyone who needs a place to stay, that's why," she muttered to herself. She stayed by the foot of the wall as the others came over, this time without any problems.

Everyone seemed just as relieved as she did. She took off down the street, her eyes scanning her surroundings.

"You have someplace safe to stay?" she heard CM Punk query.

"She's hiding out in a church nearby and she's letting us stay there," Seth murmured.

Melissa ignored the conversation. The last time she'd gotten distracted here it had almost cost her. She edged through the intersection quietly, trying not to fall into a false sense of security. It's never safe anymore, she thought in disgust.

She reached the church without any problems, and the men followed her in as she opened the door.

Punk whistled softly when he saw her hiding place. "Nice."

"I hardly did anything," Melissa said as she closed the door behind them. "I got lucky and was with a group who knew what they were doing."

"Where are they now?" Punk asked.

"I really don't want to talk about it," Melissa said, a bit more harshly than she intended.

"Okay," Punk shrugged. He turned to face the Shield. "So… you said you were going to explain what happened last night later. It's later."

Melissa left them to talk as she headed to the office. She sat down on her sleeping bag, her arms wrapped around her knees. With the addition of Punk to the growing group of wrestlers, she was starting to feel left out. At least there are people to feel left out with, she said, swallowing a bitter laugh. "There's always a silver lining," she muttered to herself.

She stared at the wall, thinking back to Seth's offer from last night. He wants me to come with them, she thought, a warm feeling spreading through her, which quickly was dampened by her next thought. It's probably just pity making him offer though. She sighed, wishing she would stop overthinking things.

She thought back to when her family left.

"Melissa, you can't stay here by yourself," her mother told her.

"Mom, you know what I know. Los Angeles is probably long gone by now!" Melissa had to refrain from yelling. "It's all a pipe dream! It always is!"

"You don't know that."

"Why would you leave someplace that a decent amount of safety? You know what it's like here; no one knows what it's like out there!" Melissa sobbed, waving her hands around her.

"Melissa, we're going. The government says it's safe. Why would they lie?" her father interjected.

"It may be safe now, but it may not stay that way Dad! The broadcasts already stopped two days ago," Melissa reminded him.

"We have to try," her father simply said.

Melissa, finally realizing that there was no convincing her family, closed the distance between her and her father. "I don't want to lose you, Daddy," she sobbed as she hugged him. "But I don't want to go. It doesn't feel… I can't explain it. It just doesn't feel safe, or right, or I…"

"Shh," her father murmured into her hair, patting her on the back soothingly. "Who knows, maybe all of this will get better and we'll see each other again." He had come to terms with the fact that his daughter wasn't going with him.

That's a lie, Melissa's mind told her. She shoved the thought away as she hugged her father for the last time. She hugged her mother good bye, and lastly came to her younger brother, David. He had never been one for hugs, but she hugged him tightly anyways. "Stay safe," she murmured against his chest.

They all got into the car they were taking. Melissa waved to them, trying to control the sobs. As they drove away she heard David call out, "See you soon!"

Melissa was literally shaken out of her reverie. She found Seth sitting next to her, staring at her in concern. She blushed as she realized she'd been crying, and as she realized the others were also standing around her.

"…Melissa, what's wrong?" Randy asked her, his face puzzled, obviously unused to trying to comfort someone.

"I just…it's nothing," she muttered, rubbing her eyes angrily, trying to wipe away the tears.

As she did so, she didn't see Seth motion for the others to leave the room. She did hear them quietly close the door behind them though. She looked up, finding Seth's gaze.

"Melissa, it's not just nothing," he said softly.

"Why does it matter to you?" she muttered harshly.

Seth looked taken aback. "I…I guess I'm just trying to help." He sounded upset as he ran a hand through his hair. "I guess since all the people in this building only have each other, I'm…" he paused, the frustration obvious on his face as he tried to find the right words. "I'm trying to just… Fuck, I just want to help you!" he said in exasperation. "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I still don't see why," Melissa mumbled. She was starting to feel bad as she slowly crawled back to reality, away from the bad memories.

"Everyone just needs to know that we can be there for each other, that we're willing to watch each other's backs. We can't do that if we keep secrets from each other, no matter how much they hurt. There are people who can lessen the load, help you out. We may not be the people you're looking for, but we are willing to help." Seth sat back, seeming satisfied at finally finding the right words.

Melissa looked up from staring at her knees. "Thanks," she managed to mumble.

"Hey, it's the least I can do considering you probably saved my life yesterday," Seth said as he stood up. He started to leave, but paused in the doorway. "Melissa… you know how we talked about you coming with us?" He ran a hand through his hair uncertainly. "I'm going to need an answer tonight. Dean and Roman said they want to leave tomorrow."

With that he left, leaving Melissa to herself. She lay back on her sleeping bag, tears still running down her face.