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Brendan: Harold does know how to drive. Every TD character does. They had enough time to learn. I'm glad you liked the chapter! :)

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Geoff and Alejandro walked through the dirt road in silence for what felt like eternity, with the former walking in the front of the group of two and the latter walking behind him, trying not to fall behind. They didn't exchange many words with each other since leaving their destroyed home behind. The few conversations they had with each other since they left their home were quite short, because they mostly consisted of Geoff asking asking Alejandro about his health and if he needed to take a small break from walking to rest.

Alejandro always responded that he was fine to move forward and that he didn't need to take a break, but Geoff knew that he was lying. It was quite easy for him to say how Alejandro felt like, considering how the spanish young man was covered with bruises and blood after the rough beating he received from Jose. Geoff let out a long sigh, growling internally when Jose flew through his head.

He had no idea how Jose died after he and Alejandro left him to die. He could either bleed out to death or be eaten by the undead. Geoff hoped that he died a long painful death. He hoped the Governor got a long painful death too. It was still much less than what those bastards deserved. The party animal felt how another sigh escaped his lungs, only this time it was more of a saddened one.

He thought about all the people that have died during the Governor's and Jose's attack. He thought about Hershel and how the Governor sliced his head off. He thought about Eva and how she bleed out to death about Jose sliced her neck with his knife. He thought about DJ, someone who was a close friend of his and how he received a bullet to the head from Jose.

One of the worst parts about DJ's death was the fact that he couldn't even return to the prison to say proper goodbye to him and to bury his body because the prison was most likely swarmed by the undead at this point. At least he still had some hope that the rest of his group was still out there. He hoped to find his friends and his beloved one soon. He hoped that Bridgette was safe wherever she was, he really did.

He and Alejandro walked for a bit longer before something on their right caught their attention. it was a place where they could stay to rest for a bit. They exchanged looks and nodded, knowing what to do next. They approached the place and noticed how it was called. It was called "Singer Salvage Yard"

They approached the entrance to the place and started readying themselves to come in. Geoff unsheathed his machete which still had some of Jose's blood on it after he cut right through him with it. He looked at Alejandro who had his tomahawk out. The spanish man nodded his head at him, telling him that he was ready to enter the place without saying any words.

He opened the door and entered the place, followed by Alejandro. They walked through the first floor of the place with their melee weapons, ready to cut through any walker in their way, ending their trip in the living room. Ultimately they didn't have to use their weapons because this place was empty. It must have been abandoned by it's owner a long time ago.

Alejandro sat down on the sofa, placing his tomahawk on his knee. He put his hands against his bloodied and bruised face and rubbed it, letting out a tired sigh. Geoff walked past him, giving him a worried look. He didn't envy Alejandro. He didn't even want to think what he would do if his brother Stuart took Jose's place. He stopped in front of the window and moved the curtains away with his free hand.

"I'll search through the place." The party animal said as he looked through the window and saw a lot of destroyed abandoned cars in the backyard, "Perharps I'll find some food and water."

Alejandro got up from the sofa, offering, "I'll help you."

"No, dude." Geoff shook his head at Alejandro's offer, "You're still pretty messed up after the prison. Just stay on the couch and rest for a bit or go to the bathroom and clean the blood off your face. You can check if the bathroom has any medication left in the process."

Alejandro nodded his head and walked out of the living room, beginning his search for the bathroom. Geoff eyed the room and noticed a bag laying in the corner. He picked it up and and slung it over his shoulder. At least he'll have something to put the food in, if he'll be lucky enough to find any. He walked out of the living room and entered the kitchen which was connected to it.

He started searching through every single drawer in the kitchen. Geoff smiled to himself at the amount of canned food and bottled water he found in the kitchen. This place had enough food and water to keep him and Alejandro going for days. He put everything he found in the drawers in the bag, making sure to not miss a single can or a bottle. He exited the kitchen, entering the living room again and placed the bag on the table.

It was when Alejandro walked back into the living room, wiping his face with a towel, "I searched through the bathroom. I didn't found any medication."

Geoff nodded his head and pointed at the bag on the table, "At least I found some food and water in the kitchen."

Alejandro moved the towel away from his face, revealing his now less bloodied, still covered with bruises face to Geoff. He threw the tower aside and walked over to the bag and looked inside. A small smile grew on his lips when he noticed the amount of food and water Geoff just found, "It should be enough for a few days."

"That's what I thought when I saw it in the drawers." Geoff replied as he turned towards the other exit from the living-room, "I'll search through the rest of the first floor. If you want to eat something, then you should find forks and spoons in the kitchen."

Alejandro nodded his head, turning towards the kitchen, "Should I prepare some food for you once you'll get back?"

"Sure." Geoff answered just a few seconds before he exited the living room and began searching through the place.

The party animal spent the next several minutes searching through the house. It really didn't stand out from any other houses he visited in his life, either before or after the world turned into what it is today. One of two things that caught his attention about it was the amount of books he saw on the shelves. The former owner of this place must have been enjoyed books in their free time.

The second thing that caught his attention about this house was the basement. It was massive and it was a gentle way of putting it. It even had doors standing in the middle of it, separating one part from another. He searched through the basement and found a crate. He opened it and smiled to himself once he was greeted with the view of what was inside. It was a single sawed-off shotgun, a few shotgun shells laying next to it.

Geoff picked the sawed-off up and checked if it was loaded. It was. He picked the shells up and placed them in his pocket. There was no need for him to stay in the basement for longer so he exited it and made his way back to the living room where Alejandro was sitting on the sofa, finishing his can of food. An opened can of the same food was standing on the other side of the table. Geoff assumed that it was for him.

"Hey, Alejandro. Look what I found." He called out for Alejandro who looked up at him. He held the sawed-off out to him, "Take it. At least you'll have other weapon to defend yourself than just your tomahawk."

"Gracias." Alejandro took the sawed-off from Geoff, grateful for it. He placed it on the sofa next to him as Geoff pulled out the shotgun shells out of his pocket and handed them to it. Alejandro quickly counted them as Geoff sat down in front of him and dug into his food. He had five shells, seven if he counted the ones that were already loaded. It wasn't much but it was still better than nothing, "What do we do now?"

"I'll check the cars in the backyard once I'll be done with my food." Geoff said, "After that, we'll hit the road again. Maybe, we'll be lucky enough and one of the cars will be in a good condition to drive."

"Do you think one of them will work?" Alejandro questioned, finding it to be rather unlikely.

"Not really, considering that this place is a salvage yard." Geoff replied, "But at least I can try to find one. Maybe I'll find something in the cars too."

Alejandro nodded his head and went back to eating his almost finished meal. He and Geoff continued to eat their food for the few moments in silence which was broken by Alejandro, "I'm sorry." He said, causing Geoff to stop eating and look up from his meal at him, "About DJ."

"There was nothing we could to help him. I just wish I had gotten a chance to say goodbye to him. He was one of my closest friends." Geoff sighed, "I'm sorry about your brother and what he did to you. I can't imagine how hard it is for you. I can't imagine what would I do if my own brother was in Jose's place."

Alejandro just offered him a silent nod of his head in response, not really wanting to respond to this in any other way. There was something he wanted to let out of chest but decided to stay silent about it, at least for now. The two of them went back to eating their food in silence right after.


It was night and Daryl and Beth were sitting around a campfire somewhere in the forest, the fire being the only source of light around them. Daryl was sitting against a tree log, his crossbow laying next to him as Beth was sitting in front of him.

"We should do something." Beth spoke up, breaking the silence between her and the Dixon. She received no answer, though as Daryl remained silent, keeping his gaze on the ground. She repeated herself, this time a bit louder, "We should do something." Daryl lifted his gaze up from the ground at her as she continued, "We aren't the only survivors. We can't be. Rick, Michonne, they could be out here. Maggie and Glenn could have made it out of A block. They could've."

Daryl remained unresponsive as Beth eyed him, trying to get any any reaction out of him. She noticed his completely blank emotionless expression. She turned her gaze towards his eyes and noticed that they were void of any hope.

"You're a tracker." She continued as she got up from the ground, "Come on. The sun will be up soon. If we head out now, we can..." She stopped herself from saying more once she noticed that Daryl was still looking at her with the same blank expression, "Fine! If you won't track, I will."

She pulled her knife out of the ground and turned away from Daryl. She started walking away from him, making her way into the darkened forest, slowly disappearing among the woods. Daryl stood up from the ground shorty after. He put out the fire, picked up his crossbow before and followed Beth into the forest.


Geoff and Alejandro were in the middle of the backyard of Singer's Salvage Yard, searching through every abandoned car in their way with hopes to be able to get at least one of them work, even though they knew that it was quite unlikely. This quickly turned out to be true. The cars in the backyard were useless. A few of the cars seemed to be in a pretty good condition but still had some parts missing which resulted in Alejandro and Geoff being unable to start them up.

At least searching through the backyard didn't turn out to be a complete waste of time because a few of the cars had something useful hidden within them. Geoff and Alejandro mostly found typical stuff someone would have in their vehicle, like a snack or a map but it was still better leaving the backyard empty handed.

Alejandro moved towards another car as he was close to finishing his part of the backyard and saw a walker sitting in the front seat. He let out an annoyed sigh as he opened the door, earning the walker's attention. It crawled towards him as Alejandro waited for the right moment to strike. When it finally came, and slammed the door shut, hitting the walker in the head and killing it. He opened the door again and checked if the walker was still alive by kicking it with his shoe. It was dead.

He grabbed the body and took it out of the car before throwing it aside. He climbed into the car and searched through it, finding nothing interesting in there. He found another map but decided to leave it there, because he already had one from of the cars he searched through earlier and so did Geoff. He climbed himself out of the car and saw Geoff approaching him.

"I'm already done with my part of the backyard." He informed him, "What about you, dude?"

"I'm two or three cars away from finishing mine." Alejandro said, moving towards the car next to the one he just checked, "Did you found something interesting since the last time we talked?"

"Not really." Geoff shook his head, "I mostly found something to eat and drink. There were also a few other things but they wouldn't be too useful to us."

"Same here." Alejandro said as he opened door to another car and started searching through it.

Geoff nodded his head and let Alejandro search through the car in silence. When Alejandro came out empty handed, Geoff instantly knew that there was nothing useful in there. Alejandro walked over to another car and did the same thing as in the previous ones. A few minutes later Alejandro was done with his work and made his way back to Geoff.

"I'm done." He informed him.

Geoff offered a nod of his head in response, "Did you find anything?"

"Just a small knife." Alejandro replied as he held up a small knife he found in the last car. At first he was going to leave it in there, but he changed my mind. He already had an idea how he was going to use it.

"Let's go back to the house." Geoff turned away from Alejandro and looked at the house in front of them, "We should hit the road."

Alejandro nodded his head as Geoff pushed himself into walk towards the house. The spanish man was about to follow him but at first there was something he had to do. He crouched down and hid the knife he just found in his boot, making sure to not cut himself while doing so. He got himself back on his feet and picked up the bag filled with the stuff he found in the cars before following Geoff.

They made their way back into the house and made sure to take everything they found in there. They headed out shorty after, returning to the road. Geoff had two bags with supplies slung over his shoulder and had his machete out of it's sheath as Alejandro had one bag slung over his shoulder and held his sawed-off shotgun in ready.

Alejandro broke the silence between them, "Geoff."

"Yeah?" Geoff asked, keeping his gaze on the road ahead of them.

"Do you know how it feels like?" Alejandro began as he decided to let out the thing that was on his chest since he and Geoff left the prison, "To get beaten and choked almost to death by your own brother?"

Geoff looked at Alejandro, confused and suprised by the words he said to him, "What?"

"You told me back in the house that you can't imagine how it must have felt like when Jose almost killed me." Alejandro reminded him, "Do you want to know how it felt like?"

Geoff stayed silent. He just offered a nod of his head in response to Alejandro's question, letting the spanish young man speak what was on his mind.

"Peaceful." Alejandro continued, "I can't believe I'm actually saying this but It felt kind of peaceful. It was like I was floating away but then I woke up and saw Jose on the ground with you who was seconds away from killing him and to be honest I felt nothing when we left him to die. He might have been my brother and the only living relative I had left because my other brother Carlos is already dead and I have no idea what happened to my parents but it just didn't matter to me. It was what he deserved after what he did to Courtney and to DJ and to Eva."

Geoff looked at him with sympathy, "I know that I'm repeating myself now, but I'm sorry that you had to go through this."

Alejandro nodded his head at Geoff, grateful for his words and continued, "The best thing I can do about Jose right now is to move on from him and the things he has done. I know the feeling that my brother did all those things won't go away and will return to me from time to time but as I already said, it's the best I can do. What I need to do now is to focus on finding the surviving members of our group, the people that I grew to see as my family."

"Thank you for sharing this with me." Geoff patted Alejandro on the shoulder with his free hand, "Heather is lucky to have you."

"Gracias for listening to what I had to say.." Alejandro said in return to Geoff's words, grateful that he listened to what he had to say, "Bridgette is lucky to have you."

"Bridge, I hope she is alright whenever she is right now." Geoff said, "The last time I saw her was when she ran off to get the kids. I haven't seen her when I was searching through the prison after splitting up with Eva. She must have already left it at that point."

"Don't worry." Alejandro assured Geoff once he saw him form a worried expression at the mention of his girlfriend, "Bridgette is strong. I'm sure she's fine."

Geoff nodded his head at him in response. He was about to say something but his words died in his throat when something ahead of him and Alejandro caught his attention. They made their way to this and saw a map with the road to a place called "Terminus" drew on it. A sign with something written on it was under it and Alejandro and Geoff made sure to read it.

Sanctuary

For All

Community

For All

Those Who Arrive Survive

"Terminus?" Geoff read the name of the place that was signed on the map above the sign.

Alejandro placed his free hand on his chin as he recognized hearing something similiar in the radio not that long ago, "Hmm..."

Geoff looked at him, "What?"

"I, Duncan, Eva and Trent heard something in the radio when we were on our way to get the medication." Alejandro replied, "It said those who arrive survive or something similiar to that."

"Do you think it was them?" Geoff questioned.

"Maybe." Alejandro replied, "We only heard a few words from them. We had to flee from the car because we drove into a herd shorty after."

"Do you think it's worth a shot?" Geoff asked another question, returning his gaze towards the map.

Alejandro shrugged, "Do we have any better option right now?"

Geoff and Alejandro exchanged glances with each other and nodded, knowing exactly where they should head next. They once again pushed themselves into walk and started making their way towards this Terminus.


Some time has passed since Daryl and Beth left their camping spot and the sun was already shining on the horizon at this point. Beth saw how Daryl knelt down in front of something as she walked a few meters behind him. She quickly catched up to him, wanting to see what caught his attention and saw a few footsteps on the ground.

"Could be Luke's." She stated, "Or Molly's. Whoever they are, it means they're alive."

"No." Daryl shook his head, "This means they were alive four or five hours ago."

"They're alive." Beth insisted otherwise, growing frustated by Daryl's lack of faith as she turned away from him and walked off.

Daryl got himself back on his feet and followed her, not noticing two dismembered rabbits in the tree log. He started walking after Beth who had her gaze on the ground, following the footprints left by whoever was here. The Dixon made sure to eye their surroundings as they continued to follow the tracks. Not much time had to pass before he noticed another thing left by the people who were there.

He pointed down at some squished berries on the ground, "They picked up the pace right here. Got out in a hurry. Things went bad."

"Wouldn't kill you to have a little faith." Beth pointed out, walking over to Daryl and glancing down at the berries that he just found.

"Yeah, faith." Daryl said as Beth turned away from the berries, "Faith ain't done shit for us. Sure as hell didn't do nothing for your father and DJ."

Beth snapped her head in Daryl's direction once she heard him mention her father. She was about to say something but decided to remain silent. She turned towards the nearest berry bush and walked over to it. She started picking some berries, causing Daryl to look at her.

"They'll be hungry when we find them." She explained as Daryl pulled out his bandana and held it out to her. Beth took the bandana from him and put the berries she picked up from the bush on it. She tied the bandana up, not wanting the berries to spill on the ground, making sure to not squish them while doing so as Daryl walked away from, searching for more tracks.

She quickly jogged up to him as they proceeded to walk through the forest. They came across two dead walkers shorty after. Daryl quickly checked the place around the bodies and let out sigh, which Beth didn't fail to notice.

"What?" She wanted to know.

"That ain't walker blood." Daryl explained.

"The trail keeps going." Beth said as she took a few steps forward, "They fought them off."

"No." Daryl replied, "Got walker tracks all up and down here. At least a dozen of them."

Beth watched him for a second before her attention was shifted towards something when she heard someone or something step on a twig, snapping it in the process. She unsheathed her knife and looked around herself. She let out a suprised shriek when a walker attacked her from behind. Daryl quickly rushed to her rescue and aimed his crossbow at the walker.

He couldn't get a clear shot so he dropped his crossbow on the ground and pulled out his knife. He grabbed the walker by it's clothes and threw it on the ground, away from Beth. He got himself on top of the walker and pinned it against the ground, making sure to keep himself away from it's jaw as Beth quickly came over to him and stabbed the walker in the head, getting rid of the problem.

The Dixon let out an exhale as he got himself back on his feet and picked up his crossbow, "Let's go."

He walked past Beth who wasted no time and followed him. They went in the direction from which the walker came from and the forested path led them to the train tracks. They quickly noticed three walkers ahead of them. The walkers were too busy feasting on the human flesh to notice them. Daryl took them out without any problem by firing his crossbow at them. Three arrows was enough to get rid of the undead.

Daryl and Beth approached the bodies right after the walkers were taken out by the former. The Dixon pulled the arrows out of the walkers he just killed while Beth eyed their surroundings. Her eyes widened when she noticed a child's shoe laying among the bodies.

The Dixon started walking away from the scene but stopped walking after a few steps because he heard how Beth bursted into tears. He turned around and looked at her in pity, not saying anything.


Lizzie and Mika walked together through the woods, walking closely behind Tyreese, Bridgette and Heather who were leading them. Heather and Tyreese wielded ther weapons in ready as Bridgette was holding Judith in her arms.

"Don't cry." Lizzie said to her crying sister, holding a bag.

"I want Carol." Mika replied, with teary eyes.

"Well, she's not here." Lizzie said as she reached into the bag and pulled out a knife. She held it out to her sister, "Here, put this on your belt." Mika took the knife from her and eyed it for a second before placing it on her belt, "Where are we going?"

Tyreese turned around to look at her, "Farther. Come on."

"We need to find a place to stay for the night." Heather said, "It'll start getting dark soon."

Tyreese nodded in agreement, "Yeah."

"Is everybody dead?" Lizzie asked.

"No, Lizzie. Everybody's not dead." Bridgette replied, looking over her shoulders at the girl, "Don't say stuff like that."

Lizzie offered her a silent nod of her head in response as the group of sic continued to make their way through the forest.


A few hours later once the sun disappeared from the horizon and the moon took it's place, the group of six decided to take a break after spending the last few hours walking. Lizzie was sitting on a log, playing with the stick in her hand, Bridgette holding Judith in her arms, Mika and Tyreese were sitting next to her and Heather was keeping watch.

Lizzie dropped the stick she was playing with on the ground and looked around herself, quickly noticing two little rabbit hiding in the log she was sitting on. She pulled out her knife and brought it down on the first rabbit, killing it. The other rabbit quickly shared it's friends fate. She wasn't done with them, though. She started moving her knives across their bodies, making some cuts on them.

She stopped playing with the dead rabbits once she heard how Judith started crying. Her sister quickly pointed out the obvious, "They're gonna hear her."

"Judith." Bridgette said, trying to calm the crying baby down, "Don't cry, please."

"We shouldn't be out here." Lizzie stated, turning away from the dead rabbits to look at her group.

"We'll find a safe place soon." Tyreese said, "We will."

"Lizzie." Bridgette called for Lizzie, "Can you give me her bottle?" Lizzie nodded her head and walked over to the bag, pulling a baby bottle out of it. She walked over to Bridgette and held it out to to the surfe who offered her a grateful look in response, "Thank you."

Bridgette took the bottle from Lizzie and started feeding Judith, calming her down as Heather came running to them, informing them,"Walkers. A lot of them. They're coming our way. We have to move out, now."

Everyone from her group immediately reacted to the information she had just given them. They quickly gathered up all the stuff they had and hurried out of the area.


More hours passed and the group consisting of Bridgette, Heather, Tyreese, Judith, Lizzie and Mika continued to make their way through the forest. Luckilly for them, the sun was already shining at the horizon at this point and they didn't had to worry about a walker lunging at them from the darkness.

"Lizzie, look, berries." Mika said as she pointed at the berry bush in an excited manner, "Can we eat them?"

"Yeah, they're good." Tyreese nodded his head after taking a quick look at the bush. The two sisters started eating the berrries, eating one after one as Judith started crying again.

"Judith. Why are you crying again?" Bridgette asked Judith as she lifted her up a bit, trying to shush her. She quickly realized what caused Judith to start crying, "Oh, I see." She started lowering her down, "Heather." She called out for for Heather, "Hand me a diaper and a blanket."

Heather nodded her head as she reached into the bag and pulled out a white blanket and a diaper. She laid blanket down on the ground and placed the diaper on it before moving aside fro it, allowing Bridgette to put Judith on it.

"Good thing one of her babysitter is with her." She told her surfer, offering her a small smile.

"I was taking care of her only from time to time." Bridgette replied, starting to change Judith's diaper, "For most of the time I was too busy learning stuff from Dr. Stevens."

"It still doesn't change the fact that you know how to take care of her better than the rest of us." Heather pointed out.

"Thanks." Bridgette smiled at the compliment but her smile quickly faded from her face because even after she changed Judith's diaper, the baby just kept crying.

"They're gonna hear her." Mika stated as Lizzie threw the diaper into the bushes, with a disgusted look on her face.

Heather turned around to look at the bushes behind them once she heard some rustling, "There's something in the bushes."

"I'll go check it." Tyreese said as he pulled out his hammer, "You with me?"

Heather nodded, holding her rifle in ready, "Right behind you, Ty."

"I'll stay here with the kids." Bridgette said, "I'll keep them save."

"I don't need protecting, Bridgette." Lizzie said, "I can take care of myself."

Tyreese and Heather slowly approached the bushes, ready to take out the undead hiding in there but instead of the undead they were met with a few birds that flew out of the bushes. Starled, Mika quickly pushed herself into run and ran into the woods, disappearing from everyone's sight among the woods. The rest of the group quickly ran after her, Lizzie squishing the berries she was eating with her sister a moment ago with her boot.

They found Mika after a moment of searching for her, hiding behind a tree, "...I got scared."

"That's okay." Tyreese told her, "We all get scared. You did the right thing running."

"What?" Lizzie asked in suprise.

"She did." Bridgette agreed with Tyreese, "You hear or see a walker, you run. But when you're in a group, you got to try to stay close to them, okay?"

Mika nodded her head. She then lowering her head down, "I'm sorry. I know I'm not like Lizzie."

"Don't be sorry. You each do things your own way." Tyreese said to comfort her, "But you both get it done."

"Like you and Sasha?" Mika questioned.

"You're not like Sasha." Lizzie responded to Mika's question before Tyreese could.

"Why not?" Mika asked her sister, turning to look at her.

"Because you're still here." Lizzie replied, "Sasha isn't."

She kept her gaze on her younger sister, not seeing the looks Tyreese, Heather and Bridgette send her way once she said those words. It was when the group of six heard someone screaming in the distance. Tyreese and Heather put their bags down, intending to head out and check it out. It could have been someone from the prison.

"What are you two doing?" Mika wanted to know.

"We're going to check it out." Heather explained.

"You're leaving us?" Mika asked them another question, starting to panic.

"I'll keep them safe when they're gone." Bridgette assured Mika as turned to look at Lizzie, "Lizzie, can you take Judith for a moment?"

"They may be from the prison." Tyreese replied as Lizzie took Judith from Bridgette. It was when they heard the scream again, "We need to help them."

"Mika, tuck your shirt behind your knife so it's easier to grab." Lizzie said to Mika as she looked at Tyreese and Heather, offering them an assuring nod while Bridgette pulled out her pistol out of it's holster, "We'll be okay."

"Don't worry." Bridgette said, holding her pistol in ready, "I'll keep them safe until you'll return."

Tyreese and Heather nodded in response, the former handing Mika a handgun just in case if there were too many walkers for Bridgette to handle by herself. They pushed themselves into run right after, beginning to make their way to the place from which the scream came from. They made their people to the source of the scream short after and saw two people, a father and a son fighting off the undead.

There was a third person with them, a woman to be exact, but she was already dead at this point and the two walkers were feasting on her flesh. Heather and Tyreese wasted no time and rushed over to help those people. Tyreese brought his hammer down on the nearest walker, killing it as Heather stabbed another undead through it's head, getting rid of it. Unfortunely for her, she had no time to pull it out it's head as another walker lunged for her.

She wrestled the walker, keeping it's closing and opening jaw away from her. Tyreese was too busy taking care of a walker to help her. She had to come up with a solution. An idea appeared in her head a second later when she saw pickax laying next to the dead girl. It must have belonged to her before she met her end at the hands of the undead. Heather quickly pushed the walker away from her and picked the pickax up from the ground.

The walker quickly moved towards Heather again. She swung the pickax at the undead and hit it right in the brain, killing it for good. She let out a sigh as she quickly moved to the previous walker she killed and pulled out her knife before placing it back in it's sheath, deciding to stick to the pickax for now.

"Dad!" She heard the son scream out for his father in pain as the walker managed to bit him in the arm.

"Christopher!" His dad screamed back in worry for his son.

Christopher was brought down to the ground by the walker that bit into his arm, allowing the other walker to bit into his leg. Tyreese quickly came to Christopher's aid and and killed the two walkers bitting into him but it was already too late to do anything. The dark skinned man had no idea that a walker was approaching him from behind. The walker didn't had a chance to do anything, though as Heather took it out before it could attack Tyreese.

Heather went over to Tyreese's side and saw a walker approaching the dad from behind, "Behind you!"

Her warning came to late. The walker bit into the dad's neck, causing the eldery man to let out a loud scream of pure pain. The dad fell on his knees and pushed the walker away from him as Tyreese charged at the walker and started bringing his hammer down on it, destroying it's head into pieces.

"Tyreese, Heather." A voice said behind him and Heather.

The two said people turned around to the source of the voice and saw Bridgette who was holding Judith, Mika, Lizzie standing behind them. There was one more person with them. It was Carol. Tyreese was so relieved to see her again that he ran up to her and hugged her. Carol tensed up, because she had no idea if Tyreese knew that she was the one who killed Karen.

Tyreese released Carol from the hug as Heather went over to Carol and greeted the short haired woman with a smile, "It's good to see you again, Carol. How did you find us?"

"Where were you..." Tyreese was cut off by the cries of the dad.

"Stay here, girls." Carol said to Lizzie and Mika as she walked past the two girls, moving towards the crying bitten eldery man who was on his knees, with Tyreese, Heather and Bridgette following her.

"Stay on the tracks." The dad began as he looked up at the people that tried to help him, "That was my mistake."

"But the woods have more cover." Carol pointed out.

"No, you don't understand." The dad shook his head, "There's a place up the tracks. It's safe. You can take the children there. Trust me. Please. Follow the tracks."

The group of seven turned away from the bitten man and followed his advice. They started walking along the train tracks, disappearing from the eldery's man view a few moments later. He collapsed on the ground shorty after they disappeared from his view, sobbing louder than before, waiting for his inevitable death.

"Guys." Mika said to Tyreese and Heather after several minutes of walking along the train tracks, "I didn't run. I didn't leave Lizzie and Bridgette."

"See that?" Tyreese rubbed Mika's head as Heather smiled at the girl, "Tough little lady."

"Carol, I didn't have a chance to ask you earlier." Bridgette said to Carol, earning the short haired's woman attention, "Where were you when the Governor and Jose attacked?"

"I wasn't there. I hadn't gotten back yet." Carol lied, "Rick, Chef and I found a car. They took what we had back to the prison while I kept looking."

"Did you see it?" Bridgette asked her another question, "Did you see what they did to Hershel and DJ?"

"I saw the end." Carol replied, "And then, I saw you running into the woods with the kids. You were far away. I lost you, but..."

"You found us." Lizzie smiled at Carol, "I knew you would."

"Did you saw anyone else beside us?" Bridgette wanted to know.

"No, I didn't." Carol shook her head, "I started following you the moment I saw you run into the woods. I thought about the kids and..."

"It's okay." Bridgette gave her a small assuring smile, "I'm just worried about our friends. I'm worried about Geoff."

"Maybe we can circle back and find your car." Heather suggested as Lizzie and Mika went to the front of the group.

Tyreese nodded in agreement, "Good idea."

"The walkers and the fire, you can't go back to a graveyard." Carol answered, reassuring them.

"Guys." Lizzie called out for them as she and her sister were now standing in front of some sort of sign, "Look."

Tyreese, Heather, Carol and Bridgette catched up to the two girls as Mika read what was written on the sign, "Sanctuary for all. Community for all. Those who arrive survive."

She and her sister turned away from the sign and looked at Tyreese, Heather, Carol and Bridgette who exchanged looks with each other.


Duncan unsheathed his knife and brought it down on the rabbit which fell into his trap. Good thing he learned a thing or two about setting traps for animals from Daryl and Izzy back in Atlanta. This made hunting food for him easier. He didn't caught as much food as he would have with his bow because only one animal fell into his traps but it was still better than nothing.

At least he and Ezekiel won't go to sleep with an empty stomach. He will really have to make a new bow for himself the next opportunity he'll get, considering that his last one was broken into pieces by this one bastard at the prison. He put the rabbit over his shoulder and started making his way to the place where he and Ezekiel were staying for the night.

It took him a few minutes to reach his and Ezekiel's camp. The homeschool was sitting on the ground, leaning against a log, staring at the campfire in front of him, his handgun laying next to him. He shifted his gaze from the campfire towards Duncan when the juvie entered their camp.

"I got one rabbit. This will have to do for the night." He said as Ezekiel offered him a nod of his head in response. Ezekiel didn't spoke much after they left the prison. Duncan knew the reason why. He saw how Ezekiel reacted when he killed that one guy in the prison.

He sat down in front of Ezekiel and took his Colt Model 933 off his back. He put it next to him and leaned against a tree. He placed the dead rabbit in front of him and took out his knife. He started slicing the skin off the rabbit, preparing it to be cooked on the fire. He looked up from his work at Ezekiel and saw him holding his handgun in front of him, looking at it with a saddened look on his face.

"You know that you did what he had to do?" He told him, "That guy tried to kill both of us."

"I know." Ezekiel nodded his head, putting his handgun back on the ground, "But I still can't help but feel guilty about it. I never took someone'e else life before. It just feels wrong to me, even if it was in self defense, eh."

Duncan remained silent for a second as he recalled a certain story Chef told him back on the farm, after his encounter with Timothy. He realized how some elements of it were similiar to how Ezekiel was acting like now, "It reminds of something Chef told me back on the farm."

"Eh, what was it?" Ezekiel asked.

"It was about his days in the army, about the first time when he had to kill someone." Duncan explained, "To be honest, It reminds me of how are you behaving now. Chef felt guilty about it too, even though he did to save someone else's life. He thought he was not going to be able to life with himself anymore."

Ezekiel sighed, realizing that Duncan was right. Chef's story was actually similiar to what he was feeling right now, "The guilt was eating him, eh."

"You can say that." Duncan nodded his head, "He wasn't able to look at his rifle for the rest of the day, because everytime when he looked at it, he saw the guy he killed, but you know what happened the day after. He just woke up from his slumber and felt nothing."

Ezekiel bit his lip, responding to Duncan's nod with a nod of his head, "What about you?" He questioned, "How did you felt when you killed your first person?"

"To be honest I felt nothing." Duncan replied, "It was back when we went to rescue Glenn, Gwen, Noah and Maggie in Woodbury and I was focused on getting out myself and everyone else out of there once we found them. I knew that I killed someone but didn't really thought about it because I knew that I did what I had to do."

"...Thank you for saying this, eh." Ezekiel said after a moment of staying silent, nodding his head, "Today I did what had to be done to save my own life and your life and I know that I can't dwell on it. Not after what happened today. Not after what happened to our home. Not after what happened to our friends."

Duncan let out a saddened sigh when Ezekiel mentioned their friends as he thought of what happened to DJ. He couldn't even do anything to save one of his closest friends since the island. He could only watch how Jose, the bastard who killed his beloved Courtney, killed him. He had no idea what happened to Jose. He only hoped that this bastard got what he deserved.

"I'm sorry about DJ." Ezekiel's voice brought him out of his thoughts, realizing the person Duncan was thinking of the moment he saw his expression, "I know you were good friends for a while now." Duncan offered the homeschool a bittersweet nod of his head in response, "What are we going to do now, eh?"

"I have no idea." The juvie replied, "We'll figure something out."


Maggie, Harold, Leshawna, Sasha, Trent and Bob were resting by a river not far from the place where had dug a quick grave for Oscar. Sasha and Leshawna were patching up Bob's bullet wound, Trent and Harold were keeping watch, observing their surroundings and Maggie was sitting on the ground, moving her knife across the rocky ground.

Bob looked over his shoulder at the people who were patching up his wound, "Tyreese could have made it, Sasha."

"We don't know if anybody got out." Sasha replied.

"No." Bob said as he stood up from the ground, "We do."

"I sure hope you're right, sugar." Leshawna said as she stood up as well.

Sasha gave both of them a quick look as she was the last one from the three of them to stand up. She walked over to Maggie who looked up at her and asked, "How's he doing?"

"Bleeding stopped. He'll be all right." Sasha answered, "Got the water to our backs. Decent vantage points from the bank. I'm thinking we camp here for the night."

"That's good." Maggie said, standing up as Trent, Harold, Bob and Leshawna approached her and Sasha, "You should both be safe here. The bus got out. Glenn got out. I'm gonna find him."

"Maggie." Sasha began, "With any luck, the bus is gone."

"It was heading east down the main road." Maggie pointed out, "If I follow in that direction, I might be able to pick up its tracks."

"Alone?" Sasha said as she pointed at Maggie's knife, "With just that?"

"I'm out of ammo, so, yeah." Maggie nodded in confirmation, determined to find her husband. "I couldn't find Beth. I know Glenn got out and I know which way he went. I'm gonna go get him and I'm gonna come back for you."

"Maggie, we cannot split up. Not now." Sasha said as Maggie turned away from her and the rest and began walking away. She looked around the rest of her group, hoping that at least one of them will agree with her and convice Maggie to not split up from them.

"Gwen was in the bus too." Trent said, beginning to follow Maggie, "I'm not going to leave her."

Leshawna nodded as she began following Maggie and Trent, "Gwen is my best friend and I ain't leaving her behind. Glenn was with us since Atlanta and I ain't leaving him behind either."

"If there is a chance that Glenn and Gwen might be still out there, then we have to give it a shot." Harold voiced his mind about this situation and followed them.

Bob started following them too, sending Sasha a quick glance, "You said it. We can't split up."


Maggie, Sasha, Bob, Harold, Leshawna and Trent were walking down the road. Maggie walked in the front of the group and had her entire attention focused on the road. She couldn't hear the conversation the rest of her group was having behind her back.

"You could have helped me stop her." Sasha whispered to Trent, Bob, Leshawna and Harold, making sure that Maggie was not going to hear what she had to say.

"Damn, it means I let myself get shot up for nothing." Bob said in a joking manner but got not laughs from his group.

"Would you the same, Sasha?" Harold asked, trying to make Sasha understand why they agreed with Maggie's plan to search for the bus, "If the roles were reserved and Tyreese was in the bus?"

"I don't know." Sasha replied, "But the odds of us finding Glenn and Gwen are slim. We should be out looking for food, shelter."

"Yeah, why is that?" Bob asked her.

"So we can live." Sasha responded.

"Then what?" Bob asked her another question.

Sasha looked at him, confused, "What?"

"Maybe we didn't survive just to keep surviving." Bob explained what he meant by that.

"Shit happens." Sasha pointed out, "Not everything has to mean something."

"No, it doesn't have to, but it can." Bob pointed out in return, "If you make it that way, and that's what it seems like we're doing."

They turned around the corner and saw the bus from the prison standing in the middle of the road. Maggie let out a deep breath and immediately pushed herself into run towards it.

"Maggie!" Leshawna shouted, running after her.

"Wait for us!" Trent shouted to Maggie, pushing himself into run after her.

They made their way to the bus and Maggie started looking around it, trying to see if anyone was in there. She quickly found out that someone was in the bus but this wasn't how imagined to find out about it. She found out that the people who were in the bus weren't alive anymore because the walkers appeared in her view and started banging against the windows.

Trent shook his head, "There's no way that anyone is alive in there."

"You should go." Maggie said as she started walking to the back of the bus, the others quickly following her. She tried to open the back exit but was stopped from doing so by her group, "I have to know if he's in there."

"We will help you." Trent said as he patted Maggie on the shoulder in a comforting manner, trying to convice her to let them help her, "We want to know if he's in there too."

"Gwen was in the bus too. We want to know if she's in there too." Leshawna added as Trent nodded in agreement. If Gwen was among those walkers, then she at least wanted a chance to say goodbye to her friend, "Let us help you."

"We do it together in a smart way not a reckless one." Harold said as Sasha put her MP5 down and pulled out her knife, "We'll let them out three at a time. Three of us should be at the door in case they stack up against it."

"I have to be here." Maggie said, "I need to see their faces."

"Let's do this." Trent said, walking over to Maggie's side, wielding his knife in ready as Harold walked over to them shorty after, holding his knife in ready too.

Sasha quickly exchanged looks with Maggie, Trent and Harold and opened the backdoor of the bus. The first walker came out of the bus just a second later and was followed by other two walkers. Sasha closed the door as the undead quickly spotted Maggie, Trent and Harold standing ahead of them. The undead moved towards them, completely ignoring Leshawna, Sasha and Bob.

The undead didn't had a chance to do anything to them, though as Trent, Maggie and Harold took them out without any problem. They nodded at Sasha who nodded in return and let out another three walkers out. The undead just like the previous ones moved towards Trent, Maggie and Harold, not paying attention to Sasha, Bob and Leshawna who were standing right behind them. The three walkers quickly shared the fate of the previous ones and ended up on the ground, dead.

A new problem appeared when Sasha tried to open the door for the third time because the walkers started pushing too hard. Sasha, Leshawna and Bob couldn't hold it anymore. They let go of the door, ready for the fight and the walkers bursted through the door just a second later.. The group of six quickly started taking care of them. Bob and Leshawna started firing their pistols at the undead as Maggie, Trent, Harold and Sasha started killing them with their melee weapons.

It was just a matter of time before all of the undead ended up on the ground, dead. The group of six started looking around the bodies of their people from the prison, attemping to spot Glenn or Gwen among them but the two people they were looking for were nowhere to be found.

"But they got away." Sasha said, looking at the bodies.

Harold let out a saddened sigh at the view of so many bodies of the people he knew from the prison, "They were good people. All of them."

Maggie heard some snarling which came from the bus and quickly started walking towards the backdoor, the worst scenario instantly popping into her mind. Trent quickly followed her.

"Let me help you." He said to her, "It will be safer if the two of us will enter this bus."

Maggie looked over her shoulder at him and nodded her head at him. They climbed into the bus and started walking down the aisle. The bus was in a complete mess. The seats were covered in blood and there were a few bodies laying either on the seats or on the floor. Trent and Maggie made sure to eye the bodies, wanting to make sure if one of them belonged to either Glenn or Gwen.

They found the source of snarling. A single walker was laying on the floor, trying to crawl out of the bus but a body on top of it was preventing it from doing so. Maggie felt how her heart almost stopped once she saw this walker. It wore clothes similiar to Glenn's and even had the same hair as him. She picked the body laying on top of the walker up and threw it aside.

It allowed the walker to get up fro the floor, giving her and Trent a pretty good look at it's face. It wasn't Glenn. It was just some guy. The walker lunged for Maggie who wasted no time and put her knife through it's brain, killing it. She sat down on one of the seats as Trent turned around and made his way to the exit, intending to inform the rest of the group that Glenn and Gwen were not in the bus.

"Glenn and Gwen are not in here." He explained as he climbed out of the bus, relief evident in his voice, "They must have gotten away."

Bob, Harold ad Sasha nodded their heads at him as Leshawna let out a sigh, relieved that her best friend and Glenn were not in the bus. Maggie who was still in the bus started crying tears of pure relief and joy. She was just happy that her husband wasn't among the dead people.


The prison looked exactly like Izzy and Noah thought it would. It was in ruins. At least they won't have to worry about the walkers because only a few of them remained on the field. Most of the undead who made their way to the prison once they heard the gunfight between the two groups must have been at the courtyard at this point.

They walked out of the woods and made their way into the field through the destroyed fence which earned the attention of two of the few walkers on the field. Izzy slung her shotgun over her shoulder, not wanting to waste her ammo and allert any other walker on the field as Noah put his pistol in it's holster and pulled out his knife. They let the undead approach them and took them out without any problems.

They exchanged looks as they proceeded to make their way through the field, making sure to hold their melee weapons in ready in case if another walker will approach them. It was only a matter of time before they found the reason why they returned to the prison in the first place. It was Cody. Their friend was laying on the ground, dead.

Noah let out a saddened sigh as he looked down at Cody's unmoving lifeless body. He just lost another close friend of his during all of this. First it was Owen at the farm and now it was Cody, "I'm sorry that it happened to you. I won't forget all the time we spend playing chess and talking who is better at them."

Izzy knelt down in front of Cody's body and eyed it, instantly noticing the hole in the head, "He changed into one of them. Someone had to put him down."

"I'm not an expert, but this wound doesn't look like it was made by a gun or a knife to me." Noah remarked, eyeing the the wound on Cody's head. It didn't look like a gunshot wound and he doubted that a knife would cut so deep into Cody's head that it would stick out of the other side, "It looks like a wound that a machete or a sword would do."

Izzy's mind instantly flew to the people in her group who used machete or katana, "Michonne or Geoff. One of them must have did it."

"At least one of them survived this mess." Noah folded his arms as Izzy got up from her kneeling position, "At least we now know that we're not the only survivors."

"Which one of us will bring him to the graveyard?" Izzy asked her friend.

"I'll do it." Noah said, "You take DJ's corpse. It will be easier for you to bring him there."

Izzy nodded her head as she turned away from Cody's corpse and started making her way to DJ's body, hearing how Noah clenched his teeth as he grabbed Cody's body by it's shoulders and started dragging it towards the graveyard of the people their group lost during their stay in the prison. She made her way to DJ's body and was about to lift it up but stopped herself from doing so because she saw a walker feasting on the Governor's corpse.

She gasped once she recognized who this walker was, "Eva. Not you too..."

Izzy started walking towards Eva, with the intention of putting her friend out of her misery. Her undead friend looked up from her meal at her and slowly stood up from her kneeling position before starting to appoach Izzy. Izzy readied herself to strike and once Eva approached her, she stabbed her through her head, finishing her undead friend off once and for all.

"May your soul rest in peace." She whispered to herself as Eva collapsed on the ground. She shook her head, knowing that she will have to break the news to Noah. She couldn't believe it. Cody and Eva were dead. Two of her closest friends were gone and worst of all she couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. Just like on the farm when the walkers tore Owen to shreds in front of her.

She shook her head and placed her hand on her forehead, thinking about her group. She had no idea if Ezekiel was still alive. She had no idea how many people from her group survived the attack. She only knew that either Geoff or Michonne or hopefully both of them survived. At least she knew that Noah was still alive and was with her and it was comforting to her.

Noah approached her, wiping his hands on his clothes, "I got Cody to the graveyard..." What he was about to say next died in his throat once he saw Eva's corpse, "...Not you too Iron Woman. I thought you will outlive us all."

Izzy sighed as turned away from Eva's corpse, "I'll bring her to the graves once I'll bring DJ there. You take care of Hershel's body."

Noah nodded and made his way to Hershel's body, cringing at the view of the headless corpse and it's head which was laying next to it. At first he decided to take care of the farmer's body. He grabbed it by it's shoulders and started dragging it towards the graves. It took them a few minutes to bring the rest of the bodies of the people from their group to the graveyard.

Once they were done with it and Cody's, Eva's, DJ's, and Hershel's bodies were placed next to the graveyard, Noah and Izzy went to the farm to get everything they needed to start digging the graves for their friends. It didn't took them long to find shovel among the gardening equipment. They made their way back to the graveyard.

Izzy was about to start digging a grave for Eva but stopped herself from doing so because something on Courtney's grave caught her attention. She placed her shovel on the ground and walked over to it, passing by Noah who was digging a quick grave for Cody. She stopped in front of Courtney's grave and knelt down in front of it, her gaze set on the thing that caught her attention.

She dug her hand into the dirt and pulled something out. It was a replica of the skull Duncan gave to Courtney when she was eliminated in TDI. She remembered that he made it before the CIT's funeral to honor her. It must have been placed deeper into the ground when one of the vehicles from the Governor's and Jose's militia drove over it. She blew some air at it, causing some of the dirt to fall off. She placed it in her pocket, deciding to give it to the juvie the next time she'll see him. If she'll see him again.

She got up from her kneeling position and made her way back to the place where she was planning to dig Eva's grave. She picked the shovel up and started digging a quick grave for Eva. A proper burial was the least she and Noah could do for their friends and the two people who risked their lives to take care of sick people, the bookworm being one of those sick people.

It took them a while to dig the graves for their friends. Once they were done with it, they just stood in front of the graves of DJ, Hershel, Cody and Eva, silently paying their respect to the people they lost today. They decided to remain there for a few more moments before they'll head out back into the woods and leave the prison behind them.

Izzy pulled out her pack of cigarettes out of her pocket as she had her gaze set on the graves she just dug with Noah. She took out one and placed it between her teeth before holding the pack out to Noah, offering one of them to him.

"No, thanks." Noah declined her offer, "You know what I think about smoking. The last thing I need right to do now is to become addicted to something."

"I only smoke when I'm after a stressful day." Izzy defended herself smoking once he saw the look Noah gave her as she closed the pack and placed it back in her pocket before pulling her lighter out of her other pocket.

"Sure." Noah rolled his eyes as Izzy lit up her cigarette, "That's what every addict says."

Izzy let out an irritated sigh once she heard Noah's comment, "Why does it even matter to you?"

"I don't know?" Noah crossed his arms as he pointed out, "Maybe it's because you're my friend?"

Izzy let out a saddened sigh. She blew out grey smoke out of her mouth, "I'm sorry." She apologized to Noah, her green eyes staring at the grey smoke in front of them, "I didn't mean to act like that. It's just been a long day..."

"Don't worry about it. You know I'm not an emotional person who cries whenever my feelings are hurt." Noah responded to his friends apology as Izzy nodded her head, knowing that it was his way of showing forgiveness. He turned away from the graves and looked at the woods, "We should get going. There's nothing more we can do here."

Izzy nodded her head in agreement as she turned away from the graves of her friends. She and Noah were about to head towards the woods but something stopped them from doing so. Their attention was brought towards the courtyard because the sound of someone smashing the glass bottle against the car rang through their ears.


Gwen and Glenn woke up from their slumber and found themselves laying on the destroyed catwalk. The latter looked down to see a huge group of the undead reaching out for him as he was laying on the edge of the catwalk. He turned to look at Gwen who was in front him, rubbing her face with her hands as she slowly got herself back on her feet.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"As well as I can be." Gwen replied, picking an AK47 up from the ground, "What about you?"

"I'll live." Glenn gave her an assuring nod as he stood up, making sure to grab his M4 while doing so.

Gwen eyed their surroundings and saw that the courtyard was surrounded by the walkers, "There's no way we'll make our way through them."

"You're right." Glenn sighed, "We need to find something."

"Let's go." Gwen said, "We won't find anything if we'll stay here."

They turned away from the walkers and entered the cellblock. The entire place was really dark. Glenn grabbed a torch and lit it up as Gwen walked right next to him, ready to fire her AK47 if a walker will lung at them out of darkness. Luckilly for them, they didn't come across a single walker and made their way to the groups cellblock without any problems.

Gwen opened the gate and entered their cellblock, followed by Glenn. The cellblock was empty just like the rest of the prison. There wasn't a single person or a walker in there.

"Everybody's either left at this point or has died." Gwen sighed, lowering her AK47, "Let's search through the cells. We might find useful something in them."

"Let's split up." Glenn said, as he lowered his M4, "It will be faster."

Gwen nodded her head, liking his idea. They split up around the cellblock and started searching through every cell in it. Glenn walked over to the nearest cell, making sure to check the cells on the lower level and Gwen made her way up the staircase, making sure to check the cells on the upper level.

Glenn entered Noah's cell and noticed one thing laying on his bunk. It was Noah's and Cody's chess set. Noah must have brought it back to his cells once he was released from the A block. He never played much chess in his life. He only played a few games with Noah which always ended up with him getting his butt kicked because his friend knew much more about chess than he did. He picked it up, making sure to give it to Noah the next time he'll see him.

He headed out from Noah's cell, no longer having the need to check it and started making his way towards his and Maggie's cell, knowing that there was something he and Gwen could use to get out of the prison in there.

Gwen entered Harold's cell, remembering that the nerd owned something that she and Glenn could use to get out of here. She noticed a shaver on the sink which actually suprised her a bit because Harold never really used it and had one of the biggest beards in their group alongside Rick, Chris and Alejandro. Perharps he borrowed it from Duncan or Geoff who always made sure to shave their facial hair off and was planning to shave it off but never had the opportunity to do so because of the attack, she had no idea.

She laid herself on the floor and glanced under Harold's bunk, feeling how a smile grew on her lips. She noticed Harold's riot gear underneath it. Bingo. This was exactly what she and Glenn needed. She picked up the riot gear and headed out of the cell. She walked over to the railing and looked down, spotting Glenn who was putting some food and water and other useful stuff in the orange backpack.

She was about to call out to him but her words died in her throat when an idea popped into her mind. She quickly made her way into Duncan's cell and picked up his lighter. She noticed a bottle of alcohol laying on the lower level. She and Glenn could have make a cocktail molotov and used it to distract the walkers on the courtyard.

She walked out of Duncan's cell and made her way to Glenn, "Hey, Glenn."

"Gwen." He looked at her, "Do you have everything you need?"

Gwen nodded, gesturing to the riot gear she was holding, "Good thing I remembered that Harold had one of these." She pointed at Glenn's riot gear, "I see you had the same idea as I did."

"Yeah." Glenn nodded, "It will help us get through the walkers safely."

"Yeah." Gwen said, "Did you put the alcohol bottle in your backpack?"

"No." Glenn answered, "Why are you asking me about it?"

"I have an idea." Gwen explained.

The goth explained her plan to Glenn and several minutes they came out of the cellblock, wearing their riot gears and holding their guns in ready. The walkers quickly started making their way towards them, with only one obvious intention but Gwen and Glenn didn't rush back into the cellblock. They instead rushed towards the walkers and started making their way through them.

Glenn and Gwen slowly started to make their way through the courtyard as the undead were practically surrounding them at this point. They tried to be faster but the undead around them were slowing them down. The walkers tried to bit into them but fortunely for Gwen and Glenn, the riot gear did it's job and protected them from the undead.

They safely made their way through the undead. They were about to leave through the gate but something or rather someone caught their attention. They saw a lone girl sitting in a caged of area, away from the walkers. It was Tara. At first Glenn and Gwen were going to leave her there but ultimately they decided to check on her. They entered the safe area and Glenn took Tara's pistol away from her.

He checked Tara's pistol and saw that it was fully loaded, "Did you even fire a shot?" Tara shook her head, "All right. Let's go." Tara remained in her place, not moving even an inch, "Let's go. Are you just gonna stay here, huh? You're just gonna die?"

"I was part of this." Tara admitted.

"We are already aware of that." Gwen told her in response.

"So, what are you doing?" Tara asked them, shifting her confused gaze between Glenn and Gwen.

"We need your help." Glenn explained.

"Just don't try anything stupid." Gwen added, taking the molotov bottle she and Glenn prepared in the cellblock out of Glenn's backpack as Glenn gave Tara her knife and her pistol back.

The goth pulled out Duncan's lighter and used it to lit the molotov up. She kicked the gate open and threw it on the car. The bottle hit the car and bursted into pieces, litting up the car in fire. The walkers quickly forgot about them and moved towards the firing car as Glenn, Gwen and Tara used it to their advantage and left the caged area.

They started shooting down every walker in their way. They made their way through the gate and Glenn and Gwen could feel how their eyes widened in suprise when they saw Izzy and Noah rushing towards them. They must have been in the area and heard the noise they made. Izzy and Noah quickly joined Glenn, Gwen and Tara but decided to wait with the questions for later for the obvious reason.

The group of five made their way out of the prison and ran into the woods. They ran through the woods for a few more minutes and eventually reached a forested road where they stopped running.

"Gwen. Glenn." Izzy took a deep breath and smiled as Glenn and Gwen took off their helmets, "You have no idea how glad I am to see you two again."

Gwen smiled as she hugged Izzy who wasted no time her back, happy that she and Noah made it out alive from the attack, "I'm glad to see you and Noah again too."

"It'd good to see again, man." Glenn smiled at his Noah as he reached into his backpack and pulled out his friends chess set, "Here. I got it from your cell."

"Thanks, man." Noah smiled back, happy to see Glenn and Gwen alive as he took the chess set from his friend, "Searching for another one of these would have been a pain."

"At least you and Cody will have another exhausting match of yours once we'll find him." Glenn smiled. His smile faded away when he noticed how Izzy's and Noah's expression changed into a more of a saddened one at the mention of Cody, "What? What is it?"

Izzy let out a saddened sigh, "Cody is dead."

Gwen's eyes widened when she was informed about Cody's fate, "What?"

"Cody is dead." Izzy repeated herself, sadly. "He was gunned down when we were escaping the prison."

Glenn and Gwen exchanged saddened looks once they were informed about it. The goth shook her head right after. She was thanking Cody for saving her life about an hour before the attack and now he was dead...

"This is why we returned to the prison." Izzy said as the group of five started walking along the road, "We wanted to bury him and the others that have died."

"The others?" Glenn wanted to tbe sure if he didn't misheard it.

"... Hershel, DJ and Eva." Noah replied, "I'm sorry about Hershel, Glenn. I know he was like a father to you."

Glenn looked at his friend in a saddened manner. He nodded his head at him a second later, grateful for the condolences and that he told him about what happened to Hershel. Gwen let out a sigh. Hershel and DJ didn't deserve to die. They were one of the goodest people in their group. Even though they had a rocky past, Eva didn't deserve to die either. She was a valuable member of their group that was always willing to go on the supply runs.

"...Did you saw anyone else make it?" Gwen asked after a moment of silence between them.

"We saw Maggie, Leshawna, Trent, Bob and Sasha escaping from the prison." Izzy replied as Glenn titled his head in her direction once she heard her mention his wife, "But we have no idea where they are now. I'm sorry Glenn."

"It's okay." Glenn told her, relieved that his wife was still alive, "At least I know that Maggie is still out there. Now I just need to find her."

Gwen looked at Tara, "What about you? Did you saw someone from your group make it out of the prison?"

Tara opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by Izzy, "Why is she here?"

"She helped us escape." Glenn replied.

"Do you know she was with the Governor and Jose?" Izzy questioned Glenn and Gwen.

"We do." Gwen nodded her head, "She admitted it herself when we found her."

"Guys." Izzy began, "She was standing next to the Governor and Jose when they killed Hershel and DJ."

Noah turned to look at Tara, glaring at her, "You might have helped Glenn and Gwen but don't think that I'll trust you right away."

"You try anything, and I mean anything, then I won't hesitate." Izzy glared at Tara as Tara nodded her head. She could understand why Izzy and Noah didn't trust her and were cautious of her. She'd act exactly the same if she was in their place.

"I understand." She said in understanding as she stopped walking, causing the others to do the same, "I don't blame you. I just want to know that I'm so sorry for I did. Brian and Jose told us you were bad people. I know it's not true. I can see it's not, so what we did, what I did... I mean, I'm a piece of shit. Why would you want my help?"

"It's because we need it." Glenn replied, "I have to find Maggie."

"Who's Maggie?" Tara wanted to know who the person she heard about from Glenn, Gwen, Izzy and Noah was.

"She's my wife." Glenn explained, "I was on the bus and then I got off to help and she didn't see me. I had no idea she survived until Izzy and Noah told me."

Their conversation was interrupted a group of walkers which came out of the woods, heading towards them. Glenn, Izzy, Gwen and Noah moved towards the undead, intending to get rid of the problem as Tara remained in the background, watching them with an unsure look on her face. She joined them a moment later and helped them take care of the undead.

It was just a matter of a very short moment before all of the undead laid on the ground, dead. It was when another problem appeared. The flu from earlier started to get the best of Glenn and Gwen. They fell on the ground, unconscious as Tara, Izzy and Noah quickly rushed over to their side in worry. They started checking on them.

Tara's eyes widened as when a walker placed it's hand on her shoulder. Izzy grabbed the walker off of Tara and threw it away from her. She still didn't trust Tara but she trusted Glenn and Gwen and they seemed to trust Tara. The walker landed on the ground as Tara picked up Glenn's M4 and rushed towards it. She started beating it with the back of Glenn's M4, leaving nothing but a bloody mess of it's head.

As she continued to beat the walker with Glenn's M4, an army truck pulled up next to her, Izzy, Noah, Glenn and Gwen. She looked up at the truck and screamed out, "Hope you enjoyed the show, assholes!"

"Will you come out?" Noah added as he folded his arms, "Or will you just stand there like a bunch of creeps and waste our time?"

Three people completely unknown people exited the truck right after Noah said those words. The first person was a burly man with orange flat top hair and a moustache. The second person was a young hispanic woman who wore a cap over her black hair. The third and the last person was a man who had a black mullet hairstyle.

"You two got a damn mouth on you, you know that?" The orange haired man spoke up, referring to Tara and Noah, wielding an Mp5, making Izzy aim her shotgun at him, "What else you got?"


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