I don't own Total Drama and The Walking Dead. I only own my OC's.

Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.

Suprise! Two chapters in two days!

Guest: Currently I'm not planning to put any characters from Gen2 or Gen3 in this story because I'm already putting over 20 characters in TWD's story.


All seven people that went to Atlanta stared at Merle's Dixon severed hand until Daryl finally snapped at the sight of his brother's hand and aimed his crossbow and T-Dog. letting out a scream of anger. Rick quickly pulled out his Python and aimed at the younger Dixon before anything could happen.

''I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." He told him.

Daryl knew that Rick wasn't joking and lowered his crossbow, "You got a do-rag or something?''

"Here." Harold said, handing Daryl one do-rag.

Daryl kneeled down before the hand and picked it up, '' I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs. Ain't that a bitch.'' He walked over to Gleen and hid the hank in the asian's man backpack, which of course made Glenn really uncomfortable, "He must have used a tourniquet... maybe his belt. Be much more blood if he didn't."

"Maybe he can be still here." Chef stated.

"What are you talking about, cook?" Daryl asked him.

Chef glared at Daryl for calling him "cook" as he gestured towards a trail of blood on the ground, "We may still find him."

T-Dog got the tool box they got from Dale back in the camp before they left to Atlanta, before the group followed the trail of blood which lead them to a set of the stairs. As they started to walk down the stairs, Duncan asked, "Hey, old man, are you here?"

He got no answer, which probably would be an insult from Merle for calling him "Old Man" as the group proceeded to walk down the stairs, the trail of blood eventually lead them to a office room where they spotted a dead walker on the floor, to which Daryl commented, "Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed. Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails.''

''Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is." Harold stated.

"Then you'd pass out immediately, Doris." Duncan laughed.

Harold glared at Duncan, but decided to remain silent and focus on the mission.

"Merle!" Daryl called out for his brother.

"We're not alone here. Remember?" Rick reminding him to be silent was the only answer he got.

''Screw that. He could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." Daryl pointed out.

The group continued to walk for a moment, not finding anything that could tell them about current location of Merle until they came across a kitchen, where a stove was still ignited and Merle's belt sitting on the top of it.

''What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asked.

"It's his skin." Chef answered, glacing down at the burned pieces of skin.

"He cauterized the stump." Rick stated.

''Told you he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle but Merle." Daryl stated.

"I wouldn't take on faith if I were you. From what we've seen, it is certain that he's lost a lot of blood." Harold pointed out.

"It still It didn't stop him from leaving this building." Duncan stated, gesturing towards a broken window he just spotted, it was pretty obvious to him who broke it.

''He left the building? Why the hell would he do that?" Glenn asked.

''Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving." Daryl stated.

''You call that surviving? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?" T-Dog said.

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks." Daryl retorted, "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastards."

''What about 1,000 dumb dead bastards? Different story?" Rick said.

''Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him." Daryl said, as he started to walk towards broken window.

"Daryl wait!" Rick said, pushing him back.

''Get your hands off me! You can't stop me." Daryl told him.

''I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel. 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." Rick said, trying to convice Daryl not to risk going through the streets.

"I can do that." Daryl said to him in response.

"I think that at first we should get those guns you mentioned." Chef stated.

"I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?" T-Dog added, nodding his head in agreement.


Everyone was minding their own business when Amy and Andrea walked in, carrying fished that they caught while fishing at the lake.

"We're eating good tonight!" Chris exclaimed, approaching the two sisters.

"Will you look at that? Hey, check it out." Morales said as Andrea handed him one chain of fishes, "Ladies, because of you my children will eat tonight. Thank you."

"Thanks Dale. It was his canoe and gear." Andrea said.

"Mom. Look at the fish." Carl said.

"Thank you." Lori said.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Gwen asked.

"Our dad." Amy replied.

"Could you teach me how to do that?" Carl asked.

"Sure. I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff." Amy replied, before turning to Lori, "If that's okay."

"You won't catch me arguing." Lori replied.

"And just wait for Owen, Zeke, Izzy and Noah to return. We saw them catch a few fishes as well." Andrea said.

''It will be a real treat tonight." Leshawna stated, rubbing her hands together, a smile was on her face.

"Of course if Owen won't eat them at first." Heather stated. Everyone rolled their eyes at her rude comment

"You just can't help yourself, do you?" Gwen asked, glaring at Heather as Dale approached the group.

"Dale, when was the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace." Amy asked the eldery man.

Not answering to her question, Dale said, "We don't want to alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of problem."

"What is it?" Sierra asked.

"It's Jim." Dale replied as he turned around to point where Jim was. The rest followed their example and turned to see Jim up the hills, digging. The group wanted to know why he was doing that, so they walked up the hill to talk with him.

"So, what are you digging?" Shane asked.

"What does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone?" Jim asked as he kept digging.

"Yeah, except maybe yourself. It's a hundred degrees today. You can't keep this up." Dale said.

"Sure I can. Watch me." Jim said.

"Jim. They're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people." Lori said, "You're scaring my son and Carol's daughter."

"They got nothing to be scared of." Jim said as Carl and Sophia stood next to Carol, "I mean, what the hell people? I'm out here by myself. Why don't you just all go back and leave me the hell alone?"

"We think you need a break. Why don't you go and get yourself in shade? Some food maybe. I'll tell you what maybe in a little bit I'll come out here and help you myself. Just tell what is it about. Why don't you just go ahead and give me the shovel?" Shane asked.

"Or what?" Jim asked as he stopped digging.

"There is no "or what". I'm asking you. I'm coming to you and I'm asking you, please. I don't want to have to take it from you." Shane explained.

"And if I don't, then what? Then you're gonna beat my face like you did to Ed Peletier?" Jim asked, "Y'all seen his face. What's left of it. See, that happens when someone crosses you."

"That was different Jim." Bridgette spoke up, "You weren't there. Ed was hurting his wife. He also punched Tyler for telling him to leave us alone. He was out of control."

"That's their marriage! Not his or yours, kid!" Jim argued.

"Jim. I'm not here to argue with you, all right? Just give me the shovel." Shane said as he tried to grab the shovel.

"No, no, no." Jim said as he pushed Shane, before swinging the shovel at him. Shane ducked, then Alejandro stepped forward and tacked him to the ground, "Hey kid! You got no right!"

"Jim, just stop. Nobody's gonna hurt you. You hear me?" Shane told Jim.

"That's a lie. That's the biggest lie there is. I told that to my wife and my two boys. I said to hundred times. It didn't matter. They came out of nowhere. They were dozen's of them, Just pulled them off my hands. You know the only read I got away was cause they were too busy eating my family." Jim explained.


"You're not doing this alone." Rick said to Glenn.

"It's too dangerous for one person." Chef agreed with Rick. Going out there alone would be too dangerous even for him.

"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much." Daryl added.

"It is a good idea. Just hear me out." Glenn insisted.

"We should listen him out, then we will discuss if this is a good idea or not." Harold said, earning a grateful smile from Glenn, "Go on."

"If we got out there with a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm along I can move fast." Glenn began explaining, "Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now." He put a large blinder clip in place on the map, "That's the bag of guns." He put a smaller ball of crumped up paper next to it, "Here's the alley I and Dave dragged Rick and Dan when we first met." He said, pointing at the place, "That's where I and Daryl will go."

"Why me?" Daryl asked.

"Your crossbow is quieter than our guns." Glenn replied.

"Maybe you should take someone else with you. After all, there's seven of us to take and you'll taking only one." Chef pointed out, to which everyone seemed to agreed.

"Duncan has a bow, it is as quiet as Daryl's crossbow." T-Dog pointed out.

"No. I've got something else planned for the rest of you. You will be in this alley here." Glenn said, setting a pink eraser on the place.

"Two blocks away, why?" Rick asked.

"I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl, I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here." Glenn finished explaining.

"Hey, Glenny, what did you do before all of this?" Duncan asked.

"Delivered pizzas. Why?" Glenn asked.


Jim was tied up to a tree as Shane and DJ came up to him with a bucket of water, "Yo, Jim. I and Shane thought you might be thirsty so we brought you some water."

"All right." Jim said as Shane poured some water into the cup that DJ was holding before the teenager handed it to Jim, "Can you pour some on my head?"

"Sure." Shane replied as he poured the water on Jim's head.

"Thanks, so how long are you going to keep me like this?" Jim wanted to know.

"Until we don't think you're a danger to yourself and others." Shane replied to which Jim nodded his head,

"Jim, do you know why were you digging?" DJ asked what was on the minds of pretty much everyone in the camp.

"I had a reason. I don't remember but it was something I dreamt last night." Jim replied.


Glenn and Daryl quickly climbed down the ladder into the alley while Rick, T-Dog, Chef, Duncan and Harold hurried in their way to the their own position two blocks away.

"You got some balls for a Chinaman." Daryl commented as he pumped with an arrow in ready as Glenn removed his outer plaid shirt, balled it up and throwed it aside.

"I"m Korean." Glenn corrected him.

"Whatever." Daryl said with a shrug of his shoulders, before the Asian man rushed onto the streets and sneakily passed by walkers as the young hispanic boy came from behind younger Dixon.

"Whoa! Don't hurt me! What do you want?" The boy asked as Daryl aimed his crossbow at him.

"I was gonna ask the same thing. And why are you here?" Daryl demanded to know, not lowering his crossbow.

''Ayudame!" The boy suddenly shouted towards the street behind the younger Dixon.

"Shut up! You're gonna bring the walkers on us! Answer me!" Daryl ordered as Glenn reached the bag and picked it up from the street, before he started to make his way back to Daryl.

"Ayudame!" The boy shouted again.

Rick, Chef, Harold, Duncan and T-Dog heard the scream from their position and started running towards the back entrance of Daryl's alley.

"Ayudame!" They boy kept shouting, "Ayudame!"

''Shut up!" Daryl told him to shush as he swung his crossbow and punched the kid in his face, sending him backwards. He started to scream again, but his mouth was muffled by Daryl putting his hand on the kid's mouth. Suddenly, the two guy came out of nowhere and kicked Daryl off him. One of them started kicking him as the other one hit him a few times with a baseball ball, before joining his fellow survivor in kicking Daryl.

Glenn ran into the alley to see Daryl being beated by two other men. He started to take a few steps backwards, slowly as the man with the baseball bat spotted him.

"That's it! That's the bag! Take him!" He shouted, before he and his fellow survivor. They caught Glenn as he was about to run off and started kicking him, before car approached them. Daryl shot one of them in the butt, as they placed Glenn and the bag in the car, then they drove away.

"Come back! You son of the bitches!" Daryl shouted after them as the rest came running down the alley.


"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Rick said to the kid as they group was back in the building where they planned their action of the getting the bag back.

''I ain't telling nothing." The kid replied, as he wiped a bit blood off the corner of his mouth.

"What the hell even happened back there?" Duncan asked, turning to Daryl.

''This little turd and his friends came out of the nowhere and jumped me" Daryl explained.

"You're the one who jumped me, puto." The kid said to Daryl.

"They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too." Daryl pointed out.

''Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle" The kid said, looking at Daryl, who was about to attack him after he said those words but Chef held him back.

"Back off, soldier." He said to Daryl, "At first he has to tell us where they took Glenn.

Daryl groaned as he went over to the bag and pulled out Merle's hand, ""Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?'' He threw the hand towards kid who immediately jumped off his seat at the view of severed hand landing in his lap, as Daryl leaned down to tell him something, "Start with the feet this time.''

"The men you were with took our friend. All we want to is talk with them, see if we can work something out." Rick explained to the freaked out kid, who nodded his head. They spent the next minutes talking about where their hideout was and how to get there.

Rick had the kid leading them through the streets. They made their way to the brick building. Rick looked around the wall they were hiding behind towards the building. He didn't see anyone outside, but someone could have been inside.

"You sure you're up to this?" Rick asked T-Dog, who was standing across the building from him, holding a rifle at the other side of the broken window they were looking through.

"Yeah." T-Dog said, nodding his head at him.

''Okay." Rick said.

"What about you, Doris?" Duncan asked Harold, cocking a shotgun that was given to him by Rick.

Harold sighed as he glanced down at the shotgun he was carrying, "I'm ready."

"Alright." Duncan said.

"One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know." Daryl said to the kid, looking at him.

''G's gonna take that arrow out and shove it up yours. Just so you know." The kid said back, causing Rick who was kneeling against the wall to look at him.

''G?" He asked the boy.

"Guillermo. He's the man there." The kid replied.

"Okay." Rick said, as he cocked his shotgun, "Let's go see him."

He looked at the younger from the Dixon brothers, Duncan, Harold and Chef and stood up from his kneeling position. The kid rised up from the ground and followed him, with a kick in the butt from Daryl. Rick made his way through the broken bars that once were over the window to the courtyard they were walking into. Rick climbed through. followed by the kid who was followed by Duncan, Chef, Harold and Daryl, then he motioned for the boy to walk in front of him. All of them had their weapons raised as the boy lead them through the yard and to the large, wooden double doors at the back of the brick building, which were opened soon after and several men walked through them.

"You okay, little man?" The hispanic man, who they assumed to be Guillermo asked.

"They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." The kid replied.

Guillermo looked at Rick as he said, "Cops do that?" Then he looked at Duncan and Harold, "Or teenagers?" Then at Chef, "Or cooks?"

''Not them. These redneck puto here." The kid said, as he pointed behind him to right at Daryl, before turning back to Guillermo.

"Shut up." Daryl told kid to shush as the two men made their way out of the building. He recognized one of them.

"Hey, that's the vato who shot me in the ass with an arrow, man." He stated, as he came up to Guillermo's side and aimed his revolver at Daryl.

"Chill, ese, chill, chill." Guillermo said, before putting his hand on the man's revolver and lowering it.

''We were hoping for a calm discussion." Rick said.

"That hillbilly jumps Felipie's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to put an arrow in his ass, like he did to Felipe and you except a calm discussion?" Guillermo stated.

"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides." Chef said, standing by Rick side, "We're just here to get our man back.''

"Who's this dude, anyway? You don't look related." Guillermo asked.

"He's one of our group, more or less. Maybe you have a few like him." Rick said, gesturing towards men behind Guillermo.

''Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I got asian. Interested?" Guillermo asked another question.

"I have one of yours, and you have one of mine. How about a trade?" Rick wanted to know.

"Don't sound even to me." Guillermo stated.

"G. Come on man?" The kid pleaded.

''My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for the pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?" Guillermo demanded to know.

"Guns?" Rick said.

"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going to get." Guillermo explained.

"You're mistaken." Rick stated.

"I don't think so." Guillermo said back.

''About it being yours. It's our bag of guns." Duncan said as he stood by Chef's side, "Mr Cop here got it from his town."

"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from onloading on you right there and now and I take what's mine?" Guillermo as the two men beside him raised their guns at Rick, Duncan, Harold and Chef and Daryl.

''You could do that." Rick said. He looked to his left to the roof of a building that had the view of the courtyard, causing Guillermo to look in the same direction. On top, there was T-Dog and had his rifle aimed at Guillermo, "Or not."

"Either way, we're getting what we want from you." Duncan added.

Guillermo smirked at the group, "Oye!" He shouted, leaning his head up slightly.

Suddenly, the group from Atlanta could see three people making their way to the edge of the roof. One of them happened to be Glenn.

"I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." Guillermo said as he looked up at T-Dog and shot him a smirk, before he and his men began walking back into the building. Rick, Duncan, Harold, Chef and Daryl didn't dropped their weapons, even as they were closing.


The group made their way into a nearby mechanic shop and were in a small office. Rick set the bag of guns on the desk and unzipped it.

''Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You willing to give that up for that kid?" Daryl asked, standing in front of the desk as Rick was checking the handgun to see if it was loaded.

"I knew we'd get Glenn back. I might agree." T-Dog said, leaning against the wall, "But you think that vato across the way is gonna hand him over?"

''You callin G a liar?" Miguel asked, sitting on the floor.

''Are you part of this?" Daryl asked, as he stepped closer to the boy and slapped him across the head, "You wanna hold onto your teeth?"

"Question is, do we should trust this man's words?" Harold asked.

''No. Question is what you're willing to bet on it?" Daryl began, "Could be more than them guns? Could be your life? Glenn worth that to you?"

Rick checked his Python to make sure it was fully loaded, before putting it back in it's holster as he looked at Merle, "What life I have I owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I."

''So, you're just gonna hand those guns over?" Duncan asked, "There has to be a way how to get Glenny back without losing our guns.''

''I didn't say that." Rick said, as he looked around the people he was with, "There's nothing keeping all of you here. You should head back to the camp?"

"And what are we going to tell your family?" Chef asked as Harold and T-Dog nodded in agreement, then Rick looked at Duncan and Daryl. The redneck and juvie nodded their heads as well.

"Come on, this is nuts." Miguel said as everyone started to prepare themselves for the confrontation with Guillermo. He tried to stand up but he was quickly stopped when Daryl turned around and pointed at him, causing him to sink back down on the floor, "Just do what G says."

No one listened to him, they continued preparing themselves, as they were checking if the guns from the bag were fully loaded. They each grabbed guns what guns they could carry and loaded the rest back in the bag before putting a gag in Miguel's face and tying his hands together.

They made their way back to the yard once again, with Miguel leading them. Only this time, he was bound and gagged and Daryl had a shotgun held at the center of kid's back, pushing him forward. T-Dog and Chef were on his left as Rick, Harold and Duncan were on his right. They were stopped in front of the doors before they heard the locks being undone and the door opening. Daryl pushed Miguel inside when they were opened all the way, then the group came in.

They went to middle of the room and were surrounded by the men as Guillermo walked in to greet them.

"I see my guns, but they're not in the bag." He pointed out.

"That's because they're not yours. Cop here mentioned that as I recall." Duncan reminded Guillermo.

''Let's just shot these fools down, ese." Felipe said, standing by Guillermo's side.

"I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.'' Guillermo stated.

"No. We're pretty clear." Rick said as he lowered his shotgun, before pulling out a pocket knife. He cut the rope that was holding Miguel's hands together and pushed his forward to Guillermo, "You have your man. I want mine."

"I'm gonna chop up your boy." Guillermo said, stepping closer to Rick, "I'm gonna fed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan's yard sale. I told you how it has to be. Are you deaf?"

''No, my hearings fine. You said come locked and loaded." Rick pointed out, as they group cocked their weapons and aimed them at different man in the room. Rick had his shotgun pointed at Guillermo's face, causing all of Guillermo's men to point their guns at them.

A few tense seconds passed, none of them lowering their weapons and it seemed like there was going to be a massacre, but it was interrupted by an eldery woman.

"Felipe! Felipe!" She called for Felipe, coming into the room.

"What?" Duncan whispered to himself, doing his best to hide that he was suprised that an eldey woman just walked in.

"What is going on here?" Harold thought himself, looking to be as much suprised as everyone else from his group.

"Abuela go back with the others, now." Felipe told her.

"Get that lady out of the lone of fire!" Daryl shouted.

"Abuela. Listen to your mijo. This is not a place for you, right now." Guillermo said, glancing behind him at the old lady.

"Mister Gilbert is having trouble breathing." Abuela said, coming up to the front of Felipe and looked at him, "He needs his asthma stuff. Carlito didn't find it. He needs his medicine."

Guillermo looked at Felipe as he said, "Felipe. Go take care of it, okay? And take your grandmother with you."

Felipe started speaking something in Spanish to the older woman, as the tried to lead her out of the room, but then she spotted Rick and the rest.

"Who are those men?" She asked, as he came up to Rick, "Don't you take him.''

"Ma'am?" Rick said, looking down at her.

"Felipe's a good boy. He had his troubles but he pull himself together. We need him here." Abuela said to him.

"Ma'am. We're not here to arrest your grandson." Rick said to her.

"Then what do you want him for?" Abuela wanted to know.

"He's been helping us find our missing friend. A fella named Glenn." Rick said.

''The Asian boy? He's with Mr Gilbert. Come I show you." Abuela said, grabbing Rick's hand and leading his past Guillermo.

Guillermo sighed as Rick walked past him. He looked around at his men, "Let them pass."

All of Guillermo's men lowered their guns as Rick's group followed him. Abuela led them through the building that looked like a garage and back outside. They passed through small courtyard and went up to a small fleet of concrete stairs before she led them around the side of another building. They walked through the front doors of something that looked like a hospital. As they were passing each room, they could see many old people.

"Abuela, por favor. Take me to him." Felipe said, coming up to Rick's side. She let go of Rick's hand as they continued to walk down the halfway with Felipe behind her. Rick looked at one of the room to see a young girl giving an eldery woman a cup of water. They all had their weapons lowered by now. Rick took off his hat as they followed Felipe and his grandmother down the hall.

After a few short moments, they reached cafeteria. A bunch of people were surrouding a man who the old man who must've been Mr Gilbert.

"Alright, alright." Felipe said said to the older man as they got closer, "Nice and easy. Just breathe. Just let it out." He said as he brought the inhaler to the old man's mouth. Regi looked at Glenn who was standing around the people.

"That was a rather unexcepting turn of events." Chef stated.

"What is this?" Duncan asked, still suprised by what just happened. He and others were not excepting this.

"An astma attack." Glenn replied, "Couldn't get his breath all of sudden."

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." T-Dog said, looking at the Asian man.

Glenn looked behind him towards a dog bed. Inside was three small Chihuahuas. The one in the middle barked at them.

"I don't think those dogs would be able to eat him." Harold stated.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Doris." Duncan told him, rolling his eyes.

Rick turned around and looked at Guillermo, "Could I have a word with you?" Guillermo nodded as the group walked away from the crowd of people, "You're the dumbest son of a bitch I've ever met. We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you."

"Well, I'm glad it didn't go down that way." Guillermo said.

"If it had. The blood would be on my hands." Rick stated.

''Mine too. We'd fought back. Wouldn't be the first time we've had to. Protect the food, the medicine, what's left of it. These people, the old ones, the staff took off, just left them here to die." Guillermo said, as Rick looked around the room of people, "Felipe and I are the only ones who stayed."

"What are you? Doctors?" Harold asked, wanting to know who these men were.

"Felipe's a nurse, a special care provider. Me, I'm the custodian." Guillermo replied.

Rick looked at the man for a minute. Guillermo told his group so they could talk in private. They all walked into the room as Guillermo sat down on the arm of a couch. Rick took the bag off his shoulders and set it on the couch next to it.

''What about the rest of your crew?" Chef asked.

''How was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage." Guillermo replied.

"Guess the world changed." T-Dog said.

"No. It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken, so we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars, talk about getting old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So, we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and wait. The people here, they all look to me, now. I don't even know why." Guillermo said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Because they can." Rick said. He was a good judge of character when it came to people, and he could tell this man had a good heart. He was just trying to keep his people safe, just like he was. He handed his shotgun to Guillermo, who took it from him, then Rick started taking out more guns from the bag.


The sun had been down for a while now, as the group in Atlanta was sitting all around the fire as they were having a dinner, enjoying fishes that were caught by a few of the campers.

"Pass the fish, please." Sophia said.

Carl grabbed the pan of fish and handed it to Sophia, "Here you go."

"Oh, man. That's good." Shane said as he let out a breath and laughed, "I miss this."

"Hey, Owen. I wanted to ask you and Zeke. Who taught you how to catch fish?" Morales asked Owen.

"My grandpa taught me. I even caught a shark once and it bit me in the butt." Owen explained proudly, as everyone stared at him awkwardly, because of the part about the shark, "Do you want to see it?"

Everyone, except for Izzy quickly shook their heads at his offer as Lori said, "Owen, there are kids here."

"Oh... sorry about that." Owen said, rubbing the back of his head, "Didn't think about it."

"Just think before you say something, big fella." Shane said to Owen, offering him a quick smile.

Owen smiled back at Shane and nodded his head at him.

Morales turned over to Ezekiel to change the topic from Owen's butt story, "What about you Zeke?"

"My dad taught me, eh. He's been taking me out to fishing from time time and I eventually learned how to do it." Ezekiel explained.

"You can learn some useful skills when you grow up on a farm, don't you?" Dale asked him.

"You can say that." Ezekiel nodded his head.

"Hey, Dale. I think like I need to ask you about that." Cody said to Dale, "Now seems like a good moment."

Dale titled his head towards her, offering her a smile, "What is it, son?"

"It has something do with your watch." Cody said, causing Dale to glance down at it.

"What's wrong with my watch?" He asked.

"I see you every day, the same time.'' Cody explained.

"That's actually a very good question." Gwen said, noticing it as well.

"It's been bugging me as well." Morales agreed.

''I'm missing the point." Dale said, holding his hands out to his side.

''Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while." Jacqui said.

"But there's always you winding that stupid watch." Morales said.

"Time. It's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least, don't you think Andrea. Back me up?" Dale said, looking at her. Andrea chuckled, before taking a sip of her beer, as Dale looked at her, "What about you?

"You're alone in this, old man." Andrea smiled at Dale.

''I like I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said, "I give you the mausoleum" "of all hope and desire," "which will fit your individual needs" "no better than it did mine or my father's before me;" "I give it to you" "not that you may remember time," "but that you may forget it for a moment" "now and then" "and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it." Dale explained as the others smiled at him.

"You're weird, old man." Heather stated, not hiding that she was weirded out by what Dale just said.

"It's not me. It's Faulker. William Faulker. Maybe my bad paraphrasing." Dale said to Heather.

"If you say so." Heather said.

After a few seconds, Amy set her cup of water down and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Andrea asked her younger sister.

"I need to pee. Jeez, just trying to be discreet around here." Amy explained, rolling her eyes, before making her way into Dale's RV. She walked into the vehicle to get her needs done, and when she stepped out a moment later, she said, "We're out of toilet paper?''

The moment she stepped out of the RV a walker walked right up to her and dug his teeth into her hand, bitting off a piece of flesh. She screamed in pain. Andrea along with everyone from the camp turned around to her and witnessed this and screams. Everyone rised up from the ground and started to scatter around the camp in panic as more and more walkers started appearing in the camp, much of to the horro of terrified campers.

Cody was quickly separated from the group, as he tried fight off a walker that tried to get him, and unfortunely the undead was much stronger than him. He overpowered the brown haired teenager making him fell on the ground. He tried his best to keep the walker's mouth off him. Just as he was losing hope to get out of this alive, Sierra ran over to him and pulled the walker away from Cody. She started hitting it in the head with the rock she picked from the ground, killing it.

Cody stared up at her, knowing that she probably just saved his life, "Thank you..."

Sierra grabbed his hand, lifting him from the ground before hiding him behind her, "Stay behind me, I'll keep them away from you."

"Lori! Get down!" Shane shouted as he grabbed his shotgun and started shooting down every walker that appeared in his sight.

Tyler picked up two baseballs and threw one of them to Alejandro as the two teenagers started taking care of every walker that came in their way, as Bridgette, Leshawna, DJ, Ezekiel, and Noah ran over to them.

"Guys? Have you seen Lindsay?" The jock asked them. All four of them shook their heads in response.

Lindsay screamed as she ran past Jim who was crushing the walker skull with a baseball bat, trying to get as away from the undead as possible, but unfortunely for her, one of them caught her, knocking her on the ground along with him. She tried to fight him off but he was simply too strong for her, and it wasn't long before she felt the undead dug his fingers into her stomach, ripping it open. She screamed in agony as the explosions of pain went through her body. the face of the walker was just inches away from her face, but before he could bit into her face, he was stabbed in the head by Izzy' with the knife she was taking with herself everytime when she went out hunting along with Duncan and Daryl.

"Oh my gosh, Lindsay..." Owen said, he and Izzy staring horryfingly at the blond haired teenager.

Amy was screaming in agony as the walker bit into her neck, bitting out a piece of skin, as Andrea was running towards her. Jim killed the walker with a quick punch of his baseball bat. Amy fell on the ground, as Andrea fell on her knees, whispering, ''No! No! Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh my god!" to herself.

"We need to get to the RV!" Shane shouted, taking out walkers with his shotgun as Dale was taking out some of them with his rifle himself. Morales was beating up every walker that came in his way to keep them from his family, "Morales, work up here!"

Chris was on the ground, trying to get a walker off him, which was opening and closing his mouth, showing off his rotten teeth to him. Out of desperation, he picked up a rock he spotted laying nearby and hit him in the head with it. He proceeded to smash his head with it, until the walker's face wasn't recognizable anymore, blood covering the host's clothes.

Courtney tripped over a rock that happened to be laying on her way. She glanced forward at the walker that was approaching her as she started crawling away from him, becoming more and more terrified with each second as he was closer and closer to her, but suddenly her eyes shot open when the undead was shot in the head, his lifeless body falling on the ground.

She looked up at the place from which the shot came from and saw Duncan. He, Rick, Harold, Chef, Daryl, T-Dog, and Glenn made it back to the camp, "Get out of here, princess!"

Courtney quickly got herself back on her feet and hid behind Duncan, as the juvie hit the walker that was approaching him with the back of his shotgun, and when he was laying on the ground, he shot him in the head, the walkers head bursting into pieces. She glanced over at Harold who took out the walkers that Alejandro and Tyler were keeping away from Bridgette, Leshawna, Ezekiel, DJ and Noah.

"You have no idea how good it is to see you, sugar!" Leshawna said to Harold.

"Took you long enough!" Noah stated, looking around in panic to see if there was any walker heading their way.

"We'd get here sooner, but someone stole our truck." Harold explained.

The arrival of the group that went to Atlanta was the moment when everyone in the camp could lower their guard. All of the walkers that invaded their camp were cleared out and the survivors began to catch their breath, friends and families hugged each other, horrified because of what just happened. All of them watching how Andrea was crying her out as her younger sister died of the blood loss in her arms.

"Lindsay!" Tyler shouted, dropping his bat, falling on his knees, staring horrified at what just happened to his Lindsay. Her stomach was opened, and her bowels were visible, but he didn't care about this, 'You're okay, you're okay."

"...Tyler..." Lindsay said, painful grunts leaving her mouth as she could feel life slowly leaving her body.

"Look at me." Tyler said, trying to deny the fact that his girlfriend was dying, "You're alright, nothing is going to happen to you. I'm here. Listen to me. I'm here."

Unfortunely, he got no answer to any of these calls as Lindsay's gaze went away from him, not a breath leaving her lungs. She was gone.

"I remember my dream, now. Why I dug holes." Jim suddenly spoke up.

Everyone remained silent, not saying anything about what Jim just said.

The only sound that could be heard in the camp was the sound of Andrea and Tyler crying over the bodies of their loved ones.


Welp, Lindsay is the first one to go...

Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.