Rick Grimes crept around a tree to one of his snare traps. He needed to speed this up, Carl would be waiting back at the prison. Rick was happy with the way things were going at the prison. There was a lot of people and he cared about them all. No one would ever go without a meal on his watch. Maybe he could have a real civilization there.

Rick stopped in his tracks. A girl, about the age of 22 it looked like, was bent over one of his snares. He started to turn away, silently, but a twig cracked under his feet. The girl whipped around. She wasn't ugly, by any means. She had long black hair and dark eyes. Her skin was a shade of olive. If Rick was being honest, she was pretty.

"Wait." The word came from the girls mouth huskily. She wasn't crying for his help, she wasn't begging him. She was simply demanding that he heard what she had to say. "This your snare?"

Rick nodded.

"You did a nice job." She basically mumbled. "Got a camp 'round here?"

Rick shook his head no.

"Don't lie to me." The girl took a step towards Rick. Less than half an inch. She, again, wasn't angry that Rick had lied, she was simply demanding for the truth."Nice, freshly cut hair. Shaved beard. Clean clothes."

"Yes. I have a camp." Rick all but mumbled.

"Could I come back with you?" Rick could tell the girl didn't like asking for help. She seemed like a person that would and could do everything on her own.

"I would have to ask you some questions." Rick shrugged. His voice had gone slightly quiet.

"Is it okay if we go back to my campsite?" The girl obviously didn't like asking for permission either. "My brothers are there."

"How many?"

"Two."

Rick hesitated. "Okay."

As they walked in silence Rick couldn't help but notice how filthy the girl was. She had an aroma radiating off her like car tires that had been dunked in rotten eggs, then drove through dead skunk, all the while it was raining moonshine. All in all, the girl stank.

"What's your name?" The girl asked after a minute.

"Rick. Rick Grimes. You?"

"London." Rick had thought on the name. It was mysterious yet intriguing. So far the girl was likable, but she didn't seem to have much of a personality.

"How far is your camp?"

"A few more minutes." The girl named London paused. "Before we go there, I want you to know my brothers don't take well to strangers."

"What do you mean?"

"My older brother, Noah, he's super protective. Ever since . . . " London seemed to drift off.

"Ever since what?"

"We will leave it at bad childhood." Rick could see London wanted no more on the subject. "My younger brother, Leo, he's . . . . different."

"Different how?"

"He's autistic."

"Oh." London watched Rick carefully. "What level?"

"Not sure, really. I think two." She paused. "Yeah, that's the closest to it."

"Oh." Rick repeated.

"Wait." London commanded. Rick did this. Her voice changed to a whisper. "The camps around that bend. I'll go first, don't come until I tell you to." London walked around the bend without waiting for an answer.

"Hey Loni, did you get anything?" Rick heard a raspy voice ask. As an ex-sheriff, Rick recognized the man to be a drinker.

"Where's Leo?" London's voice came out worried.

"Sleepin'." The man must be Noah, if Leo was sleeping.

"Could you get him up?"

"Shouldn't. He was on the edge of a fit a few minutes after you left." Noah says.

"Well, I met someone and-"

"Who?" Noah cut her off.

"His name is Rick Grimes. He wants to ask us some questions. He has a camp, remember what we talked about, safety it numbers." London urged. Rick assumed Noah nodded. "Come out, Rick."

Noah eyed Rick like he was a rabid dog and might lunge at any moment. For a second, Rick would swear he saw fear flash across the young man's eyes.

"Come sit, Rick." London said. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. Rick sat on a log, separating him from London and Noah was a small fire. The siblings were easily related. They both had black hair and dark eyes. They both had olive skin and pointed noses.

"What are your questions?" Noah demanded. He was just like London in that way.

Rick observed the camp. It was small. There was one tent, it was open, but the windows were zipped. There was a small fire a few feet in front of the tent. Gathered here and there were a few backpacks, a huge chest full of medicines, and a few piles of wood.

"How many walkers have you killed?" The siblings looked at each other. "Now I know it's hard to keep count but-"

"123." Noah says.

"117." London grumbles.

"Whoever has the most walkers at the end of the day, wins. Then you add them to your total so far. We made it into a game." Noah explained.

Rick thought on this as well. These were some strange people. He could understand why they made it into a game, but he couldn't quiet comprehend how. How do you make killing into a game? Rick would have to take this into account before he made his final decision.

"How many people have you killed?"

"None." Rick looked for signs of lying in London's words. When he found none, he turned to Noah.

"I haven't killed anyone. None." Rick was an ex-sheriff. He saw more than a few signs that 'none' was a lie. The way Noah touched the back of his neck subconsciously. The way he didn't meet Rick's eyes. The way he repeated the question, as well as the answer.

"That's a lie." Noah met Rick's eyes.

"I haven't killed anyone since. . ." Noah's words started strongly, fiercely. But after he said 'anyone' they faded into nothing, as if he was recalling something.

"Noah, you either need to tell me the truth, or you don't come back with me." Rick says plainly.

"One." Noah looked down in shame. This made it difficult for Rick to see if he was telling the truth, but the way he held his head made Rick choose it wasn't a lie.

"Why?"

"He was a terrible person. He wasn't even a person." Noah said these things defensively, but he mumbled them nonetheless. "Do you have to ask Leo these questions?"

"How old is he?" Rick asked absentmindedly. He was thinking about Noah had said before.

"Nine."

"No, it's okay. He's just a kid." Rick said this absentmindedly as well.

Rick thought. He could see it pained Noah to talk about who's life he ended. Could it possibly have something to do with 'the bad childhood' London had spoke of before? Rick believed this to be true, but he didn't say anything.

"Anything else?" London asked. Noah stared at the ground, his arms resting on his knees.

Before Rick could answer, a voice came from the tent. "No. . . . . ah." It must have been Leo, the voice drew out in a lengthy way.

Noah wiped his eyes and went to the tent. "Right here, buddy." He said it calmly, softly.

Rick heard soft whines from inside the tent. He looked at London. She had been watching him since Leo had called for Noah.

"He's okay." London mouthed reassuringly.

"Leo, there's a new guy here." Rick heard Noah say from inside the tent. He was speaking in the same tone he had before. "He's a good guy, he might take us to a safe place. But he has to ask you some questions, okay?"

Rick heard more soft whines. The tent rustled as Noah came out. Leo had been hiding behind his leg. The boy was young, maybe 9. He looked nothing like the other two. He had shaggy blond hair in a pageboy cut and blue eyes. His cheeks were rosy. Leo was wearing a faded blue t-shirt and gray pajama pants. His shoes had been covered with small red sneakers.

Rick smiled and waved at Leo. His eyes darted around, looking at everything but not taking anything in. Rick noticed how, when Leo's eyes finally landed on Rick, he gripped Noah's hand harder. "Lon. . . . . ie." He said London's nickname the same way he said Noah's name before.

London bent down in front of Leo, smiling at him warmly, despite the conversation they just had. "I'm right here, buddy." She said. She put up her index and middle fingers and put them in front of his eyes, moving them to hers and back again. "Look at me," She repeated. After a minute, Leo's eyes focused on London and the smallest trace of a smile was visible on Leo's face.

Rick decided to go over to Leo, he didn't want to look like he didn't have a clue what to do, even though he didn't. Rick squared down, his elbows on his knees a few feet in front of Leo.

"Hey, buddy. My name is Rick." Rick says the words in the same tone Noah and London had used.

"Ri. . . . ck Gri. . . . mes." Leo says slowly, his eyes go everywhere again.

"That's right." Rick said. Curiosity pulling him in closer. London and Noah watched carefully as Leo and Rick communicated.

"I," Leo points to himself. "Hear," He points to his ear, "You," He points to Rick, "Taalk." He points to his lips.

Rick didn't know exactly what to say so he just laughed.

Rick stood and stared at the three siblings. He had no doubt about London and Leo, but there was something about Noah that made the hair on the back of Rick's neck stand up. But there was no way he would separate the three, and there was no way he was leaving Leo out here, even with the two. Also, the way Noah took care of Leo made Rick not so uncomfortable around him.

"I'm going to say yes. Yes, you can all come back to my camp." Rick leaves out the part where it's really a little community, as a surprise.

A/N - I feel like this was gonna be a good story, but like another one on here, I just kinda forgot about it. Review 'London' if you want this one.