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Chef stared at the road ahead of him through the front window of the Hyundai. He, Chris, Rick, Carl and Michonne left the prison to go on their supply run a while ago. He turned his gaze away from the window and exchanged a brief glance with Rick who sat in the driver's seat. Michonne, Carl, and Chris sat in the back seats. Chris had his hand into a fist as he placed his chin on it, observing the surroundings they were passing by and Carl between the host of Total Drama and Michonne who was staring ahead, lost in her own thoughts.

"Guys." Chris spoke up from his seat, as he pointed forward, his hand between Rick and Chef who looked in the direction that he was pointing at, "I see someone. I don't think it's a walker."

"...Hey! Hey! Slow down! Slow down!" The man that Chris just pointed at cried out to them, as the Hyundai was getting closer to him. His eyes widened in horror when the Hyundai drove past him, completely ignoring him. He pushed himself into run after it, "I'm begging you! No! Please!"

Carl turned around and glanced at the unknown man through the back window of the Hyundai. The unknown man ran after them for several seconds, before collapsing on his knees, exhausted. He turned his gaze away from the man and turned it towards the front window, doing his best not to think about it.

A few minutes later, his dad started driving a bit slower when a few abandoned cars on the road appeared in the view, not wanting to crash into any of them. None of them were really sure what happened on this road, but a few theories of what could have happen popped into their minds when they looked around their surroundings.

Rick looked down at the steering wheel when the Hyundai stopped out of the sudden. He attempted to drive forward again, but the vehicle remained in the same place.

Chef sighed, "We got stuck in the mud or something like that."

Just a second after those words left his mouth, a few walkers lunged for their car and started slamming their hands against the windows, attempting to break in. Rick glanced around himself, and saw that the Hyundai was surrounded, realizing that that they had to take of these walkers. He turned back and looked at his son, "Cover your ears."

Carl did as he was told to, and so did Michonne and Chris while Rick pulled out his Python and Chef pulled out his handgum. They lowered their windows a bit, giving themselves enough space to kill the undead and pressed their other hands against their ears, before pulling the triggers of their weapons.

It didn't took them for to get rid of the undead. About a minute or two had to pass kill off everyone walker in their view. After getting rid of the undead, they all got themselves out of the car. Rick, Carl, Chris and Michonne started searching through the car, intending to see if they could find anything useful for their group while Chef did his best to free their vehicle from the mud.

It took him a while to do it, or at least it felt like a while to him, but after he did it, he informed everyone about it and they all got themselves back into the Hyundai after. Rick started up the vehicle again, and drove off, completely ignoring the cries of the same man from earlier.


Everyone got themselves out of the Hyundai when they reached their destination, Rick's and Carl's old town. Chris adjusted his rifle which was over his shoulder and placed his right hand on the cars door, waiting for Carl to leave through it. He shut the doors right after Carl got himself out of the car and all five of them pushed themselves into a walk towards Rick's old police station.

When they entered it, they went straight into the armory, and to nobody's suprise, it was completely empty. Rick sighed and kicked the wall in frustation. He knew that the possibility of the other survivors completely emptying this place out of everything he left in there before setting off to find his family was very likely, but he hoped that there will be something left.

Michonne eyed the empty armory, "You got any other police stations in town?"

"I was the police here. Me and a few other guys. It ain't a big town." Rick began, "There's other places to check. May not have as many guns as were in here, but..."

"We need as many guns as were in here. Ammo, too." Michonne cut him off.

"Yeah, we do." Rick nodded, "But right now, I only got a line on a couple."

Chris leaned against the wall, "What are the other places we can check?"

"There's a few places out on the main stree, bars, a liquor store. Owners had a gun or two behind the counter that people didn't know about. I did. I signed the permits." Rick explained, "They might still be there."

"It's worth a shot, I guess." Chris stated.

Chef walked over to the exit from the armory, "Let's go."

Everyone followed him and walked out of the armory, beginning to head towards one of the places that Rick mentioned. At first, they thought that the town was deserted, but they started having second thoughts about it when they noticed a pile of freshly burnt walkers. They only got the confirmation to their assumpations that someone might have been living in this town when they passed around the corner.

The entire street in front of them and geared up for the undead and the people. Almost everything on that street had a few wooden sharpened rods attached to it. Chef started looking around, just in case if there was someone watching them, with his M16 in ready as he and his group started making their way throught the streets, making sure to pass the sharpened rods.

"What is that?" Michonne muttered to herself, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Rick shook his head, "I don't know."

"Someone who lives here doesn't like visitors." Chef stated, eyeing at the cage with a pigeon trapped inside of it, "Or someone who used to live here. We'll have to find out."

"I'll hope that it's the latter." Chris exclaimed, his hand on his Glock.

"Let's check the places we're planning to check and get the hell out of here." Rick declared. Everyone agreed with him. He pointed his Python at the nearby building, "There. Tyrell's. A shotgun and two handguns. License issued to Tyrell Debbs."

Carl turned around because heard some snarling behind them and saw a single walker heading towards them. He poked his dad's arm, causing him to look down at him. He pointed backwards, as his dad, along with Chris, Chef and Michonne turned around to see the same walker. The dark skinned woman unsheathed her katana and started heading towards it, but was stopped by Chris who grabbed her arm.

"Don't." The host of Total Drama told her, "She'll get caught in one of the traps."

In the same moment, a shot came completely out of nowhere and the bullet hit the walker right in the head, killing it. Everyone quickly glanced in the direction from which the shot came from and spotted a masked man standing on the roof of one of the buildings, "Hands!" Everyone quickly raised their hands in the air, as the unknown man continued, "Now you drop what you got and you go. Your guns, your shoes, and that sword. All of it. 10 seconds."

"Run for the car now." Rick told his son as the unknown man started counting down.

"What are we going to do with him?" Chris asked, even though he already had the answer for this question in his mind.

"We need his rifle." Michonne pointed out, "I think I can get up there."

Chef nodded his head, "We'll give you enough time to get him, soldier."

Rick grabbed his sons shoulder, knowing what was going to happen now, "Carl, go."

He fired his Python at the masked man as the group split up. He, Chris and Chef ran over to the nearest covers and returned fire at the unknown man who continued to fire his machine gun at them, as Michonne crouched down and started sneaking her way to his position to kill him, while Carl ran off somewhere, probably to take cover behind a car.

Rick gritted his teeth as he stopped firing his Python. He started reloading it, hearing how Chef asked, "Where is he?"

The sheriff deputy finished reloading his Pytho after a few seconds and took a quick peek out of his cover and saw that the unknown had disappeared from his position on the roof. He exchanged a look with Chef and Chris who seemed to be as much confused as he was. Their confusion only became bigger when Michonne appeared on the roof and shrugged, telling them that the man was gone without saying any words.

They quickly got their answer when the masked man started firing at them from the street. Rick, Chef and Chris quickly shifted their attention from Michonne to this man and returned fire. The masked man didn't seem to care about it, though. He proceeded to fire his machine rifle at them, approaching them every second as he did so.

He was finally shut down when Carl came out of the cover and fired his pistol at the man's torso, knocking the man that just attacked them down as Michonne came out of the building, with her swords raised and in ready to kill this man. She lowered it and stared at Carl who lowered his pistol and walked over to her, followed by Rick, Chef and Chris.

Rick looked at his son, "You okay?"

Carl nodded, "Yeah."

"I didn't want you to have to do that." Rick told him.

"You'll scold him later, Rick." Chris said, glancing down at the masked man, "Once we'll be done with this guy here."

Chef crouched down and slammed his hand against the man's torso, "Just like I thought. He's wearing body armor. That's why he wasn't afraid to approach all three of us at once." He ripped the man's shirt open and started taking off his bulletproof west, "He's alive."

"Do we care?" Michonne asked him.

Chef shrugged and reached for this man's mask and slowly took it off, revealing a black skinned man. Rick stared at the now unmasked and with wide eyes, not believing who this attacker turned out to be. It was Morgan. A man that he met right after he woke up from the coma. Morgan was the person that told him about everything that happened when he was in the coma. He told him how much the world has changed.

"...Yeah." He answered to Michonne's earlier question, "We do."

Chris turned at the leader of his group, "You know this guy, Rick?"

"His name is Morgan." Rick explained with a bittersweet sigh, "I've met him right after I woke up from the coma. He told me about everything that happened when I was sleeping. We parted ways when I went out looking for Lori and Carl. He decided to stay in this town."

"What are we going to do with him?" Chris asked Rick another question.

"Bring him to this building." Rick replied, beginning to make his way to the entrance to the building from which Morgan started shooting at them, "I need to talk with him." He stopped in front of the entrance and started eyeing all the traps set around it as Michonne, Carl and Chris approached him. Chef stayed behind to keep an eye on the unconsciouss Morgan, "Keep an eye out for booby traps. Looks like he's gotten pretty creative so far."

"I thought we were just gonna get in and get the hell out of here." Michonne pointed out.

Rick turned to look at her, "I'm not leaving him on the street. He saved my life. He wasn't like this then. Jesus, he has a son."

"You think he's in there?" Michonne asked.

Rick sighed, not knowing how to answer this question. He looked at Chef, "Chef. We're going into the house. We'll let you know when you should bring him in there."

Chef nodded, "Roger that."

Rick took a few steps forward, and was about to step on the doormat, but was stopped when Michonne told him, "Don't. You said booby traps."

The sheriff deputy crouched down and lifted the doormat up, revealing at least a dozen of sharpened objects underneath it. He turned around to the dark skinned woman, "Thank you."

"Let's just get him inside and go." Michonne told him to which Rick nodded.

"You heard her, Chef." Chris called out to his fellow host who nodded before slowly wrapping Morgan's arm around his shoulder, "Watch out for the doormat."

They waited for Chef to approach them with unconsciouss Morgan before stepping further into the house. Rick, Chris and Michonne who were making sure to spot any body trap in the building walked in front as Carl, Chef and Morgan were right behind them. They made their way to the stairs which were leading to the upper floor and started slowly making their way up it.

"Don't." Chris stopped walking up the stairs when Rick called out to him as the host of Total Drama was about to walk through the entrance. He looked down and saw a wire. He send Rick a grateful nod, and stepped over it, not wanting to unlock the whatever trap this wire was connected to. He, Rick and Michonne got the answer to what kind of body trap it was when they were greeted by the view of bloody axe the moment they stepped into the upper floor.

"That was to close." Chris sighed in relief, knowing that the axe was definitely going to kill him if Rick didn't spot the wire in time.

"Carl, Chef, watch out for the wire." Rick called out Carl and Chef who were still making their way up the stairs.

They did as they were told to, and avoided the wire that Rick told them about, joining the others on the upper floor. They walked through it and found themselves in a room that was filled with all kinds of weapons and grenades only a few moment later. Chef stared at the weaponry in front of him in awe.

"I showed him that weapons locker last year." Rick explained.

"And it had all of this in it?" Michonne asked, eyeing all of the weapons around her as Chef walked over to the nearby bunk and placed Morgan on top of it.

Rick shook his head, "No, not even half. He's been busy."

Everyone split up around the room right after. Chef, Michonne, Chris and Carl started packing the weapons and the ammo into their bags as Rick stared at the inscriptions on the wall which were most likely written by Morgan.

There was one word that stood out from the most.

It was Clear.

The sheriff deputy shook his head and came over to the crate with weapons in front of him. He picked one machine gun up and checked if it's magazine had any bullets in it before something else caught his attention. It was a walkie-talkie. The same one he had given Morgan and his son the last time when he saw them. He picked the walkie-talkie up and sighed, pressing it against his forehead, regretting he didn't keep with the contact in Morgan just like he promised.

"Duane?" Chris read what was written on the wall, taking Rick away from his thoughts. The sheriff deputy looked up and saw a large inscription which said "Duane Turned", "Is that his son's name?"

The look that Rick gave him was enough for Chris to get the answer he wanted. He was silent for a few more seconds before speaking up, "No. We're gonna wait for him to wake up. Make sure he's okay."

"He tried to kill us." Michonne pointed out as everyone stopped packing Morgan's weapons into their bags.

"He told us to go. He didn't know who we were." Rick pointed out in return.

"Rick, we need his weapons if we want to go against the Governor." Chef stated, "You're going to try to convice him to share with us, because to be honest, I'm not really sure if he is going to be willing to negotiate."

"Yes. I will talk with him." Rick nodded in confirmation, "I know you don't trust him and I can't blame you for that, but you trust me. I know him. He wasn't like this then. We're gonna wait for him to wake up."

He came over to the pile of stuff and picked up a few tights that were laying there. He made his way to Morgan and started tying it around his wrists, to make sure that Morgan wasn't going to attack him the moment he'll wake up from his slumber as something caught's Carl's attention on the wall in the other room. It was a handrawn map of the entire town.

"Carl." Rick called out to his son when he noticed him staring at something, "What do you see?"

"It's our neighborhood." Carl answered, staring at one spot on the map, "It's gone."

"Is that why you wanted to come? To see the house?" Rick wanted to know. When his son remained silent, he called out for him,"Carl."

Carl shook his head, "...I just wanted to come."

Rick turned his gaze away from his son and looked at Michonne who sat down on the chair and started eating a protein bar that she found somewhere among supplies, "We're eating his food now?"

Michonne shrugged, "The mat said "Welcome.""

"Rick." Chef who was leaning against the wall called out to Rick who looked at him, "Tell me where are the placed you wanted to check. I and pretty boy will check them out."

"The rest of you can stay here and watch out for this Morgan." Chris added, "It'll will save us a lot of time if we'll come."

"I'll go with you." Carl volunteered, earning his dad's attention, coming into the room again, "I thought maybe the one thing people didn't loot was cribs and there's that baby place that Mom's friend Sara ran. It's just around the corner."

Rick turned to Chef and Chris again, "Watch out for him."

Chef nodded, "We will."

"I'll go too." Michonne spoke up, "If you're gonna get a crib, you have to get the box. It's big and heavy. You're gonna need help carrying the box."

"Right there, that's the deal." Rick nodded his head, knowing that it would be better if he was left all alone with Morgan. After all, he was the only one from his group that knew him.


It's been a while since Chef, Chris, Michonne and Carl left him all alone with Morgan. Rick let out a sigh, sitting down on the chair in front of his old friends bed, waiting for him to wake up from his slumber, "...I'm sorry this happened to you."

He stood up from the chair and walked a bit away from the bed, staring at the writings on the wall. His gaze went a bit lower and his eyes spotted a familiar rifle. He picked it up and eyed it, assuring himself that it was the same rifle that he had given Morgan when they were in the armory, right before he left to search for his family.

It was when he heard someone charge towards him. He turned around to see Morgan charging towards him with a knife. He punched him with the back of the rifle, knocking him down to the floor, "Do you know who I am? Do you see who I am?"

"People wearing dead people's faces!" Morgan responded, not recognzing the man in front of him.

"Morgan, listen to me..." Rick tried to reason with him.

"I don't know you!" Morgan snapped.

"You do know me!" Rick attempted to convice him.

"No! I don't!" Morgan shouted, as he jumped back on his feet and charged at Rick who dropped the rifle on the floor. He grabbed Rick who held the knife back, preventing Morgan from stabbing him. Rick slammed him against the wall, pressing him against it, hoping it will stop Morgan from attacking him for enough amount of time to remember him.

"You saved my life, Morgan!" Rick yelled out, "You know me. Look at me."

Morgan headbutted him, sending Rick to the floor. Morgan quickly used the opportunity and got himself on top of him, "You don't clear, man. You turn. You just die!"

"You know me!" Rick repeated himself, holding Morgan's hand, preventing him from stabbing him.

"I don't know anyone anymore!" Morgan declared, pressing more pressure on his knife, "You don't clear!"

He stabbed Rick in the shoulder, causing the sheriff deputy to let out a scream of pain. He grabbed Morgan by his shoulder and headbutted him. Morgan fell off of him and collapsed on the floor. Rick got himself back on his feet, pulling out his Python as Morgan crawled over to the wall and leaned himself against it.

"You know me. You crazy son of a bitch!" Rick yelled out to him, now aiming his Python right at Morgan's forehead.

"Please." Morgan pleaded, as he grabbed Rick's hands and placed the barrel of his Python right against his forehead, beginning to cry, "Please kill me. Just kill me. Just kill me..."

Rick lowered his Python, bringing his weapon away from Morgan who bursted into tears, repeating the same words over and over again. Rick walked over to the place where he left the tights and used them to tie Morgan up again. His old friend didn't struggle at all. Rick knew he had to find a way to make him remember who he was, but at first he need to take care of the fresh stab wound on his shoulder.

"...You found me last year in my front yard, Morgan." Rick began once he was done with patching up his wound, starting to put his shirt back on, "You and ... you found me. You fed me. You told me what's happening. You saved me. My name is Rick Grimes. You know me. I'm not wearing a dead man's face."

It was when an idea appeared in his picked up the walkie-talkie, hoping that it was going to help Morgan remember him and walked over to his old friend, crouching down in front of him, "I gave you this. I said I'd turn it on every day at dawn so you could find me."

Morgan looked at the walkie-talkie before slowly turning his gaze towards Rick, his eyes filling with disbelief, "Rick? I know you. Oh, man. Damn it, I ... I know you. I know who you are. You said you'd turn yours on at dawn. That's what you said. I mean, I hadn't worked up to it yet, and ... then I did. On the roof, every morning for days, for weeks, me and my boy. And then... me. Just static, though. Nothing but static. And then nothing but nothing. You weren't there. You were never there."

"I was." Rick told Morgan, but he ignored his words.

"No, not when I tried. I mean, you said you would turn on your radio every day at dawn." Morgan pointed out, his more becoming more shaky and loud with each words that left his mouth. It seemed like he was trying to stop himself from bursting into tears.

"Morgan, I..." Rick tried to say but Morgan continued.

"You said that you would turn on your radio, every day at dawn and you were not there!" Morgan snapped.

Rick sighed, standing up, "...I kept getting ... I kept getting pushed farther out. I had to. I didn't have a choice. I found my wife and my boy. I had people. I had to keep them safe. We kept getting pushed back deeper into the country. I swear to God I didn't have a choice."

Morgan kicked the walkie-talkie away from him and glared at Rick, "You can have your radio back 'cause it looks like I finally found you. You found your wife and your son. That's what happened, right? You found them." He paused for a second when he spotted how Rick's expression changed when he mentioned his family, "And did they ... Did she ... did your wife ... did she turn?"

Rick shook his head, "No, she died."

"So you didn't have to see that, then." Morgan stated with a dry laugh, "Of course not. Not like me. No. Not like me. Not like my wife. You remember what happened to her? You remember what she was?"

Rick gave him a saddened nod of confirmation in response, "...Yeah."

Morgan set his eyes on the rifle which was laying on the floor, as the realization appeared on his mind, "Oh. You gave me the gun. You tried."

"What did I try, Morgan?" Rick wanted to know, "What did I try?"

"You tried to get me to do it 'cause I was supposed to do it." Morgan let out another dry laugh, "I was supposed to kill her, my Jenny. Knew I was supposed to, but I let it go. Let it go like there wasn't gonna be a reckoning. We was always looking for food. You know, it always came down to food. And I was ... I was checking out a cellar and I didn't want Duane to come down there with me. And then when I came up. She was standing there right in front of him and he had his gun up and he couldn't do it. So I called to him and he turned. And then she was just ... just on him. And I see red. I see red. Everything is red. Everything I see is red. And I do it. Finally. Finally was too late. I was supposed to. I was selfish. I was weak. You gave me the gun."

His gaze went down to the floor only to return to Rick as he asked him, "Hey, your boy ... is he dead?"

Rick shook his head, "No."

"No? He will be." Morgan stated, his voice emotionless, "See, 'cause people like you, the good people, they always die. And the bad people do, too. But the weak people, the people like me... we have inherited the Earth."


Carl wiped off a bit dirt which was covering the window of the case and glanced through it. He reached for the handle of the doors and was about open to open it, but was stopped when a familiar voice rang through his ears.

"Carl?" Chef called out to him, "What are you doing?"

He turned around to see Chef, Chris and Michonne. He shook his head, "Nothing."

"Don't fool us, Carl." Chris shook his head and crossed his arms, "We let you our of sight for a minute."

"You thought we were going to let you go in there?" Michonne asked

"I just think it's none of your business." Carl pointed out.

"I think my busines is to protect you, kid." Chef pointed out in return, in a stern tone, "We've been in the same group since the beginning. We promised your dad to look after your while being out here..."

Carl pointed at Michonne, cutting the co-host of Total Drama off, "What about her, then? She doesn't know me. She doesn't know my dad. She doesn't know you or Chris. She came out here for common interests. We have the same enemy and the same problem. And that's why you're here. That's it."

"Carl." Chris sighed, "Why do you want to check this place?"

"It's important to me. It's the only one I have left of her." Carl explained, doing his best to make his tone sound firmly, but ultimately coming off as more of a pleading one, "I'm going to do this. And I know how I can. You can't stop me."

"...We'll help you." Chef exclaimed after a moment, realizing that this something must have been really important to Carl after hearing the tone of his voice, "But on one condition."

"What condition?" Carl wanted to know.


Rick stared through the window in Morgan's home, trying to spot his son, Chef, Chris and Michonne, but they were nowhere to be seen. He turned his gaze away from the window and turned it towards Morgan who was still tied up to a crate.

"I'm not going to kill you." He began, coming over to Morgan and cutting off the tights keeping his old friend tied up to a crate, "I don't think that's what's supposed to happen. I think you're supposed to come back with us."

Morgan laughed at the suggestion, "After all that? After me trying to blow your head off, stab your heart out, happily ever after together?"

"You couldn't kill me, I couldn't kill you. I'll take that as a sign." Rick stated, "We found a prison. The fences can keep 'em out."

"Is this where your wife died?" Morgan wanted to know. Rick's expression twisted a bit and this answer was enough for him, "Just go. Don't go back. Don't stop. Just get yourself some more time."

"Look, I can help you." Rick offered, as he crouched down in front of Morgan, "You can come back with us. You can heal."

"You're taking a lot of guns, Rick." Morgan pointed out, "No, I'm just saying that that all is a lot of guns. Why do you need the guns, Rick? 'Cause if you got something good, that just means that there's someone who wants to take it. And that is what is happening, right?"

"We're gonna win." Rick stated, firmly.

Morgan shook his head and laughed at his words, "You will be torn apart by teeth or bullets. You and your boy. Your people, but not me. Because I am not gonna watch that happen again." He stood up from his sitting position, turning away from Rick, "Man, you take the guns."

"You know there's a chance." Rick stated, "That's what you can't square. That's what hurts. You know there's a chance!"

"I don't think you heard a damn word that I said!" Morgan shouted.

"We both started out in the same place." Rick began, approaching his old friend, "Things went bad for you, things went bad for me. But you're not seeing things right. I don't blame you, what you've lost, what you've been through. You're not seeing things right, but you can come back from this, I know you can. You have to. This can't be it. It can't be. You got to be able to come back from this."

Morgan looked right into his eyes and let out a quiet, "No."

"Morgan, please." Rick pleaded him.

"No." Morgan shook his head, "I have to clear. That's why I didn't die today. That's the sign. I have to, man. I have to. I have to clear."


Carl wondered how he agreed on these terms in the first place as Chef, Chris and Michonne entered the cafe through the main entrance. Chef, Chris and Michonne were going to help him retrieve what he wanted from the cafe, but on the condition that he'll stay outside.

Michonne had her katana raised in ready as Chris slowly locked the doors behind her and Chef. The undead were awakenen by their presence in the cafe, but didn't attack them. Their entire attention was instantly focused on the rats which were locked in the cages which were placed presumably by Morgan all over the cafe. They all exchanged a look with each other and quickly hurried over to the other side of the cafe, hoping to find the thing that Carl wanted them to bring.

Carl sighed as he stared up at the sky, leaning against the doors of the cage. It's been a few minutes since Chef, Chris and Michonne entered the cafe to look for something he wanted to take from this place and they still were nowhere to be seen. He turned around and looked through the glass, attempting to spot them in the cafe, but the only movement he could spot was the one of the walkers.

"Hey." Michonne's voice rang through his ears. He turned to the source of it and saw her, Chef and Chris approaching him.

"Where were you?" Carl asked them.

"We used to the back exit to get outta of here." Chris explained as he held out something to Carl. It was a picture of him, Rick and Lori in the happier times, before the world became what it is today. The entire Grimes family was smilling widely.

"Is this the thing you wanted?" Chef asked him as Carl took the picture from Chris and stared at it, "We figured out it was the one the moment I spotted it."

Carl looked up from the picture and smiled at them, giving each one of them a grateful look, "I just ... I just thought Judith should ... should know what her mom looked like. Thank you. All of you."

Chef smiled and patted his shoulder, "You don't need to thank us, Carl. We're in the same group. We need to look after each other."

"We'd get back a little sooner if Michonne here didn't want to check something." Chris explained, turning to look at the dark skinned woman.

Michonne pulled out a multi colored cat statue, showing it off to them, "I just couldn't leave this behind. It's just too damn gorgeous." It wasn't the only thing that the dark skinned woman brought with herself. The next thing she pulled out was meat cleaver. She held it out to Chef, "I saw it and I figured out that you could use it. After all, I've seen what kinds of food you can cook."

Chris exchanged a look with Chef, "You watched us?"

"Not that much. I've seen only a few episodes." Michonne answered, "But my boyfriend was a big fan of yours."

Chef grinned and took the meat cleaver from her, "Thanks."


Rick clenched his teeth as he walked out of Morgan's home, with a few bags which were filled with all kinds of guns and ammo which his group was going to need just in case if the Governor attacked them again. He started making his way towards the Hyundai, intending to place all of the bags in the trunk when he saw Carl, Michonne, Chris and Chef walking towards him, the latter two holding a baby crib for Judith.

"Hey." He spoke up to them, "I was just about to look for you."

"Sorry." Carl apologized.

"It took us a bit longer than we excepted." Chris added.

Chef gestured towards Rick's wound on his shoulder, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Rick shrugged it off as he held one bag out to Michonne who grabbed it and slouched it over her shoulder, "Thank you."

They started making their way to their vehicle and spotted Morgan who was busy preparing another stack of bodies of the undead which were killed by his traps, intending to burn them like he had done before with the other bodies.

Michonne looked at him, "Is he okay?"

"No." Rick answered, walking past Morgan with his group.

"Wait." Carl stopped walking for a second and looked at Morgan, "Hey, Morgan."

Morgan looked up from the stack of bodies and looked at Carl, giving him an expression which said, "Yes?"

"I had to shoot you. You know I had to, right?" Carl asked to which Morgan nodded, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, son." Morgan called out to Carl after a moment, "Don't ever be sorry."

He turned his attention back to his work, as Rick, Michonne, Chris, Chef and Carl made their way to their Hyundai and started packing everything they found in this town into the trunk. When they packed everything they had with them, Michonne walked away to get more bags which they placed against a wall of the nearby building.

Rick made sure that Michonne was in a safe distance, before asking his son and his friends, "Everything okay with her?"

Chris nodded in confirmation, "Yes."

"I think she might be one of us." Carl nodded in agreement.

"Everything went okay with her." Chef explained, "I think we can trust her."

Rick smiled and nodded, "Hop in, Carl. We'll throw this in the back."

Carl nodded and got himsel into the Hyundai, shorty after, taking his seat in the back as Michonne walked back to the vehicle, with the last two bags slouched over her shoulders, her gaze set on Rick, "You see something? I know you see things. People. I used to talk to my dead boyfriend. It happens."

Rick remained silent and just gave her as quick in response. They packed everything in trunk before getting themselves into the Hyundai. Chef who volunteered to be the one to drive this time started up the the vehicle and started driving in the direction of the prison.

They stopped driving for a few seconds when they found the backpack of the same man that they left behind on the road earlier that day, with his lifeless body laying next to it. Chris opened the doors to his seat, and picked the backpack up, before placing it on his knees. He closed the doors and gave Chef a nod, telling him to drive again.

Chef nodded in response and started driving towards the prison again, hoping to get back to their home before the dark,


Have you guys heard the news? Total Drama is coming back! I'm really happy with this news and I will definitely watch the new two seasons once they'll come out.

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