A.N.: I lied. I didn't update soon. I am finally caught up with the comics, and I have realized that it will be beneficial to this fic. Because Rick's dead... And stuff has changed... And I'm not good at coming up with different situations for things, which is why I haven't thought of how Lost could've ended differently.
"Michonne!" Carol shouted while running, trying to catch up to her. Michonne had her sword out and was walking as if she had someplace to be.
"Don't." She said sternly.
Carol caught up to her and tried to keep up. "Tyreese... He-"
"I was there! Right next to him!" She shouted, violently turning around. She was sputtering.
Carol pulled her in for a hug, an awkward hug, but it was something. Michonne's arms were limp at her side and she dropped her sword to cover her face with her hands.
She removed her hands from her face, picked up her sword and walked on, Carol behind her, leaving what was left of the prison.
"The fuck wrong with him?" T-Dog shouted. "He just chopped off Ty's head!"
Daryl looked down at the dirt at the ground. He felt responsible for Tyreese's death. He had left his crossbow back at the prison. It was a stupid weapon anyways. Not very practical.
"Sum bitch probably died... Hopefully."
"That prick deserves whatever comes at him."
"We don't know if he died at all. He could still be alive for all we know-"
"Fuck that! If we find him, he's gonna die."
"If-"
"Don't. We didn't see him die, he might still be around."
"Maggie!" Glenn shouted. "Pull yourself together!"
"We lost the prison! I can't pull myself together!"
"We're going to make it. We are going to make it-"
"I think I killed the Governor..." She muttered.
"What?"
"I was shooting and I wasn't paying attention-" she slowly exhaled. "-and I think I saw him go down."
"That's good!" Glenn put his hands on her shoulders. "Why're you so-"
"I don't feel better about it... Maybe if I... Could have focused on it more... Maybe I'd feel better..."
"You know what he did to you."
"Don't remind me of it! Please... I don't want to be reminded..."
They were on the street. They heard a rustling in the bushes in the woods. The two pulled out their guns.
A woman showed herself.
"You were with him," Maggie said.
"I was." The woman said in a monotonic way. She seemed very upset about the outcome of the situation. "He killed my niece..."
"Why were you with him?" Glenn asked.
"My sister and him were together... I think a swarm of biters got her."
"You didn't want to be with him?"
"He, Brian, seemed ok. My sister and her daughter liked him."
Maggie and Glenn lowered their weapons.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Tara." She answered.
Carl was by himself. It didn't take long at all for him to realise how much of a pickle he was in. He was on the road, not wanting to get lost in the woods somehow.
He had always thought that if he was by himself that he would be perfectly fine.
He hadn't encountered major trouble, but he had his doubts.
He came across a nice little neighborhood. Very quaint. He spent the night in one of the houses without any disturbances. When he exited the house in the morning, he was greeted by a dark-skinned man.
He fumbled for his gun, stranger danger.
"Whoa, whoa. I don't mean any harm." The man assured.
Carl had his gun out, finally, but he didn't lower it.
"Say, name's Morgan," the man said, "Yours?"
"Carl."
The man chuckled.
"What?"
"I knew a guy. A while after this all started. My son hit him in the head and he thought that he was his son, whose name was Carl."
"What'd he look like?"
"What?"
What'd he look like?"
"A lot like me,"
"No, the guy."
"He had um... Dark hair, stubble, he was a police officer or something-"
"Did you get his name?"
"His name was Rick. He was looking for his wife and son-"
"Did he say his wife's name?"
"No, I don't think so."
Sasha didn't know what to do with herself. She found a car and she just drove for long periods of time, stopping occasionally to calm herself down or to sleep.
Her brother got his fucking head cut off. She had every right to be upset.
She parked the car outside of a gas station and went inside. She needed and wanted some things. When she came back out, there was a massive ass truck parking right in the middle of the area.
She dropped her things and grabbed her rifle, which was hanging on her because it had a strap. She positioned it and stood frozen as a tall redheaded man with a handlebar mustache and camouflage pants exit his vehicle.
"Whoa now, missy! Don't shoot, we've got a mission to save the world, so I wouldn't recommend-"
"I don't give a shit."
"Woo-ee!"
Two other people exited the massive ass truck. A woman with hoop earrings (yes, so practical) and short shorts (also extremely practical) and a man with a mullet. A fucking mullet.
"My name's Abraham Ford, that's Rosita Espinosa, and that's Eugene Porter. Eugene here, knows what started everything and knows how to stop it."
A.N.: It took me so long to update! I needed to figure out who gets stuck with who and what happens. Now, this is only a little starter, but I got the building blocks going. Right, so Morgan isn't doing that "all life is precious" bullshit. I know what I'm doing, so trust me. Anyways, so I'll update when I can and please review!