"YOU DID WHAT!?"

Barry winced under Morgan's loud voice while Duane looked scared, ashamed of himself, and feeling guilty. He and Duane agreed not to tell his dad that he was somehow able to move fast enough and at a high enough velocity to get to Duane in time before his mom decided to take a bite out of him. Duane was reculent to tell his dad about his encounter with his mom but after Barry convinced that he had a right to know. Duane bluntly told his dad of what happened ripping it off like a band-aid on a wound as expected he was angry.

"Morgan I get that your upset but what's done is done. Duane alive and in one piece isn't what's important." Barry said speaking in a calm tone of voice trying to ease his wraith.

Morgan glared at Barry "That's not the point. The point is that he wandered off on his own and nearly got himself killed. If you weren't there he would be dead."

"Dad I'm sorry I didn't mean to wander off." Duane said quietly speaking in a shaky tone of voice.

"You nearly got yourself killed. You could have died." Morgan scolded.

"I know it's just I saw mom and-" but Morgan cut Duane off

"Wait a minute it was your mother?" Morgan asked. Duane nodded. "Barry could you give me and my son some alone time."

"I'll be inside the armory if you need me." Barry informed him to leave.

Duane groaned knowing it was going to be a long lecture.

The door to the police armory was unlocked thankfully but the real obstacle in the way were the padlocks containing the guns and ammo. He examined it to see it would only open if he had a key he could try to break the locks but Barry quickly tossed that idea out of the way it would take too long not to mention make lots of noise. Or they could use Morgan's gun to break the locks it would draw attention but as long as they moved fast.

An idea popped Barry's head. He remembered how he was able to move at superspeed to save Duane's life if he vibrates his hand fast enough the lock might just break. Barry saw a police duffle bag that'll come in handy. It should be able to hold lots of supplies not just the guns here but also food and medical supplies.

"Ya find anything?" A familiar voice asked.

Barry turned around to see it was Morgan. "Yeah I found lots of guns and ammo here but they're all locked."

Morgan sighed in frustration that clearly said 'Of course it is.'

"So how did talking to your son go?" Barry asked trying to change the subject noticing Morgan's frustration.

"I'm not done talking to him yet." Morgan answered the expression hardened but then his expression softened. "No I came here to properly thank you for saving my son's life."

"It was nothing." Barry said modestly

"No it wasn't nothing you saved his life that makes you a good man Barry in my book if you weren't here my son would be…." He trailed off.

Barry placed a comforting hand on Morgan's shoulder. "He isn't he's still here alive and well."

"You were right though I should have put her down but I didn't it nearly cost my son's life." Morgan admitted feeling guilty it was stupid he should have put her down when he had the chance but he didn't.

"Morgan what happened to your wife wasn't your fault you didn't create this virus." Barry said trying to ease Morgan's guilt.

"Maybe." Morgan murmured walking past Barry turning his attention to one of the locks.

"We could try to look around for the keys." Barry suggested.

"Yeah." Morgan agreed. "I'll search around the front desk of where the sheriff worked."

As soon as Morgan was out of earshot Barry vibrated his hand as fast he could with lock. The lock successfully broke.

Barry grinned excitedly at his cool new ability he wonders if he has any other Superpowers he'll have to experiment with later for now he needs to focus on finding his family.

Barry was surveying around the lockers one moment all of the guns were inside the locker the next they were all neatly organized in the duffle bag he found earlier.

Barry had a proud smirk on his that just said 'awesome but it quickly changed into frown when he realized it would look suspicious to Morgan. It's not that Barry didn't trust Morgan far from he liked Morgan he was kind, a man of integrity from the short time Barry knew him. Who would always try to do the right thing and do right by his family and is steadfastly loyal to those he trusts.

Barry sighed grabbing the duffle bag deciding to look around the police station for a bit to see if there's any supplies he can find. He saw a sign that said offices probably just had nothing more than useless paperwork but Barry decided it was worth a try. Yep nothing but paperwork he looked around and found nothing but blank sheets of paper and paper clips.

Barry spotted the wall of fame that title 'OFFICERS WHO LOST THEIR LIVES.' One of the pictures was the officer he saw earlier from outside the police station. The picture was titled Rick Grimes lost his life in a police chase a python was on displayed Barry deduced it belonged to him. None of these people deserved to die torn apart by the dead eaten alive Barry wouldn't wish that kind of fate on his worst enemy.

Barry grabbed a stapler to grab the gun. He isn't sure whether it is a fake gun or a real one but it might come in handy. He hesitated for a moment would the alarm sound if he broke it? no. The alarm would have rang the moment he and Morgan entered this place.

He smashed the stapler against the glass carefully avoiding the shards not to cut himself. He opened the barrel to reveal at least two bullets still loaded inside of them he'll need to get all the ammo he can get. If the virus has affected the entire world that means the death toll could be in the 100 millions perhaps even higher. Barry just hopes his Sister Iris and step dad Joe are alright and his real father but the chances were pretty slim if the city was under threat of nuclear detonation then it was highly unlikely the military would care about evacuating prisoners. Barry wanted to hold onto the tiny bit of hope that Joe would help get Henry out of their he would at least try right?

Shaking his head Barry placed the gun in his left hollister he found lying in the armory the only way of getting any answers is going to Atlanta. He just hopes Morgan and Duane decided to come with him. He didn't feel comfortable leaving them here. He needs to find Morgan to let him know he's got the guns. It's been long enough and he came up with a half decent lie at least. Barry is a terrible liar it isn't because he can't come up with any good ones it's just he always acts suspicious that gives off he is definitely hiding something.

By the time Barry found Morgan he saw him throwing stuff off a desk an obvious sign he is frustrated.

"Morgan." Barry called out his name.

"What?" Morgan snapped his expression an angry one but as soon as he saw Barry with the bag of guns his face had a smile on it.

"You got the guns." Morgan said walking up to him wasn't a question, it was a fact.

Barry grinned. "Yep there were around a dozen hand guns. Three rifles and two shotguns. Around 1,000 rounds give or take."

Barry was stunned for a moment. How did I remember all that? Barry never really had a photographic memory sure he had a pretty good memory. He can remember information better than most people but he could never remember everything he saw. Was that a side effect of the powers? A sub-power if you will? Possible it could mean he doesn't just move super fast as well but is able to process information a whole lot faster therefore giving him a photographic memory if you will. This just keeps getting cooler and cooler. First he is able to move incredibly fast now he's probably become the smartest man alive just now.

Morgan raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You counted all the bullets and weapons that fast."

"I'm a quick worker." Barry excused.

Morgan shook his head grabbing a glock 18 out of the bag making sure it is locked and loaded.

"So what's the plan?' Barry inquired.

"What do you mean?" Morgan asked.

"I mean are you planning to stay here for a couple more days or are we heading to Atlanta." Barry asks.

Morgan sighed. "I think it is about time my son and I leave this place it's starting to become nothing more than a death trap."

"I think we should take one of the police cruisers." Barry suggested.

He nodded.

While Morgan was getting the car started, he asked Barry to keep an eye on his son for him. He was all too happy to oblige. He likes Duane. He reminds him of himself when he was a kid.

"Are you a Superhero?" Duane asked curious.

Barry paused at the question for a moment, unsure how to answer. He would agree with the super part since he is able to travel not sure how fast but he had to have gone pretty fast if he was able to kill a walker by just running into it. Heroes usually save people for a living Barry supposes in a way he has saved people for a living by cracking cases as a CSI.

"No I'm not. I discovered my powers for the first time when you were in danger." He answered honestly.

"Oh." Duane said with clear disappointment on his face but his expression immediately brightened up again. "But this could be like your origin story right?"

"Well I suppose." Barry admitted. He has always searched for the impossible. Now he is impossible. This could be his origin story of becoming a hero.

Duane's eyes sparkled at the prospect. "Awesome are you gonna create a costume for yourself as well."

Barry raised his hand. "Hey slow down their little guy I'm still having trouble processing all this."

It was true he very much was having trouble processing what he is able to do. Duane did make a point he should probably create a costume for himself his speed would tread when he was running causing his shoes to be lit on fire. The question is where is he going to find the materials to make it.

"Barry! Duane!" Morgan called out hand on the driver door. "I got all the supplies in get in here."

"Well you heard your dad we better get moving." Barry said. Duane nodded walking beside Barry entering the back door while Barry rides shotgun.

Morgan closed the door plugging the keys inside the ignition starting the car up. He put the car in reverse leaving the police station behind them.

Barry turned his attention to the radio tuning the transmission to see if anyone else was out there but he kept getting static no matter how hard he tried.

"Radio's transmission went out a few weeks ago." Morgan remarked at Barry's attempts at tuning the radio.

Barry kept trying anyway. "You never know there could be people out there who need help."

Morgan chuckled lightly. "I am beginning to think you have a hero-complex."

Barry blushed in embarrassment. "I'm just trying to do the right thing."

Morgan smirked. "I know you are."

They passed a sign that said Atlanta 20 miles out.

"How much fuel does the car have?" Barry inquired seeing that they were still 20 miles away from Atlanta.

"Half a tank." Morgan answered. "Should be enough to get us there." Or at least Morgan hopes so the last thing he wants is for them to be stranded in the middle of the road.

Morgan hates it when he's wrong the tank ran out the moment they saw Atlanta upon the horizon.

"Were out of gas aren't we?" Duane asked scared at the thought of being trapped in the middle of the road where walkers could come out anywhere and at anytime.

"Yes." Morgan answered honestly deciding not to sugarcoat it. "There are no walkers around son we should be fine all we are some more gas."

"Can't we just walk it." Barry suggested it wasn't that far.

Morgan scoffed. "I hate to break it you Barry but a walk like that will take hours."

Morgan didn't have a watch on him but the sun was already halfway in the sky meaning in a few hours the sun will be setting or it will be dark out. Walkers are more active at night. He doesn't want to risk walking to Atlanta. Their best option is to look for some gas even a few drops of it can mean the difference between life and death.

"Alright then where are we going to find gas?" Barry asked.

Morgan paused for a moment thinking.

"There was a farm we passed by earlier they might have some gas." Morgan reminded

"And if they don't?" Barry asked

Morgan grimaced. "They better." Exiting the police cruiser.

Barry felt digusted at this an entire family commiting suicide simply because they had no hope or strength to keep going. Barry suggested Morgan and Duane go search inside the barn while he searched the farmhouse but Barry is really wishing he picked the barn instead. Barry being a CSI could clearly see the farmer killed his wife then children and then shot himself. Barry managed to suppress the urge to vomit at all of the blood and goren what he witnessed today will stay burned inside his mind forever.

He ran out of the farmhouse at superspeed by accident. It didn't go unnoticed by him one detail he did not notice until now was that he creates a trail of orange lightning. Interesting it appears every time he runs he creates a trail of lightning. Orange Lightning just like the night his mother died the person who killed his mother is like me he realized. Barry believed that without doubt there was one key difference between him in the man in yellow his lightning was red while Barry's was orange. He is just glad there was some form of good news for him today. He is getting closer to catching his mom's killer Morgan wasn't around so now would be a good time to flex his powers.

Barry could try to scout out Atlanta while Morgan and Duane search the Barn he'll be out quick and easy it'll be like he was never gone.

He sped off to the main road but skid to a stop when his shoes caught on fire.

Barry panicked stomping his shoes on the ground in an effort to put the fire out. Looks like I was right about my theory running will create friction he is going to need to find a way around that. Barry highly doubts their shoes around that are in perfect condition now since this apocalypse started. It's already been a month and the army has resorted to bombing cities.

Barry got on his feet running but went a little easier on the running not moving as fast as before but still closing the distance between him and the city.

Barry stopped when he was on the outskirts of the city. He was annoyed that he had to stop every 5 seconds to stomp fire out of his shoes. Atlanta has seen better days. All of these buildings are old and run down there were sandbags, artillery, and a broken down tank a clear sign that the military has been here. Barry heard growling and saw two walkers coming out of a bus fingers twitching reaching for his gun but decided against no need to waste ammo there is only a few of them.

Barry saw the reflection of a helicopter on one of the old buildings windows. Barry quickly turned the corner to locate where the helicopter was but that was a mistake. He was met with a horde of walkers he froze in fear at seeing so many of them there had to be hundreds of them, maybe even a thousand. The realization hit Barry like a baseball bat to the stomach. There were no evacuation centers in Atlanta. They got in they got the soldiers they got everybody they tried to protect.

The walkers groaned walking to their next meal.

Barry snapped out of his thought process he needed to move fast if he wanted to live. He quickly turned the corner but was only met with more of them he looked to the left only to have even walkers. The way Barry came was filled with walkers as well he was surrounded he needed to act fast. He could try to charge past them at Superspeed but dismissed that idea they were too many of them and he doesn't have enough ammo all he had on him was the python from the display case he grabbed. Barry isn't careless enough to not make sure it was loaded but six rounds wouldn't make much of a difference with the amount of walkers there are.

The tank Barry quickly started climbing to the top but was stopped by a walker grabbing his leg. He kicked the walker in the face getting it off his foot and resumed climbing to the hatch. He opened it climbing inside closing the hatch preventing anymore walkers from getting inside. The good news is that Barry is safe from the walkers now. Bad news he is trapped.

Barry slammed his head in frustration he's trapped if the walkers won't kill him thirst and starvation will. What kind of god would do this to humanity just condemn them letting them be torn apart from a slow agonizing death? Those things used to be people for crying out loud none of them deserved to die they were people they all had jobs, family, and friends they all loved and cared about. Some of them probably were friends and family wandering the Earth looking for their next meal.

Barry felt angry he didn't do angry he was always the calm rational type guy always thinking it is better to just let things slide but right now he was indeed very angry. Specifically for the army failing to protect these people at allowing this virus to spread and at god (If there is one). Barry wasn't the type of person into religion all that much nor with the term fate especially how his dad always talks about everything that happens for a reason. He really hated it when he said that it meant we had no control over our lives. Barry always believed that there was indeed a god watching over humanity protecting them and guiding them but right now he isn't so sure anymore. What kind of god would allow something like this to happen?

The only answer he received was a groan a dead soldier coming back to life crawling towards Barry. Barry only saw the walker as the perfect practice dummy to take out his anger and frustrations on. He didn't care that he was being dumb and careless all he wanted was something anything to help vent his anger and frustrations on.

Barry picked up the walker by its hair grunting with effort as he slammed the walker head against the inner tank wall again and again until it was nothing more than a smear of blood. The skull was cracked open blood pouring out Barry was pretty sure he saw bits of the brain as well. Barry pants catching his breath his father, Joe, and Iris could have came through here the thought of them being a walker made Barry's chest tighten in pain. He would never be able to prove his father is innocent. He would never be able to tell Iris his true feelings about her. He would never be able to talk to the man who took him in when he was just a kid ever again.

"I'm sorry." He sobbed on his knees crying guilt over taking him at all the regrets he had. The chances that they are alive now are pretty slim.

He turned his heart off he couldn't allow his personal feelings to get in the way if they are indeed dead they wouldn't want you laying down here crying feeling sorry for yourself. They would want you to get up and keep going for them they're gone but not dead. They would have gotten to safety somewhere. Whoever did this they won't get away with this. He knows for a fact this virus was created in a lab. It's too unnatural to be any ordinary disease. He promises he will hunt this person down to the ends of the Earth to make them pay for all of the people he's killed.

Barry heard static from his Walkie talkie inside his pocket he and Morgan each had one in case they got separated.

Barry grabbed the walkie talkie from his pocket and pressed the button.

"Hello Morgan are you there?" He asked speaking in a slight shake tone with the realization his entire family might be dead.

It was quiet for a moment before Morgan answered.

"Barry that you? Where are you? I tried to look for you inside the farmhouse but you weren't there." Morgan inquired worry in his voice.

"I am inside a tank." He answered honestly.

"What? How did you-? Explain?" Morgan demanded.

"I decided to scout ahead to Atlanta survey the city." He admitted.

"Why are you? How are you even in Atlanta right now?" Morgan demanded to know the confusion and anger of betrayal in his voice.

"I kind of ran here." He nervously answered.

"Ran?" Morgan feels even more confused.

"It's a long story." Barry evasively said. "But that's not the point. The point is the city is overrun with walkers."

"What? Oh that's great, just great." Morgan sarcastically said annoyance overriding his anger.

"Morgan listen to me get you and your boy someplace safe Atlanta is a no go." Barry ordered not wanting Morgan to put his life in danger for him.

"What about you? You're still in the city aren't you?" Morgan inquired worry and concern in his voice.

"Yeah I'm inside a tank surrounded by walkers." Barry answered.

"Just hold on I'll-

"No." Barry said cutting him off.

"What? You can't be serious I'm not leaving you!" Morgan shouted he is not leaving this man behind his anger and suspicion being overridden by Morgan's gratitude for the person who saved his son's life.

"Okay let's say if you get here. Then what huh? The tank I'm inside is surrounded by thousands of walkers. How do you plan to get them away?" Barry argued.

Morgan paused for a moment realizing he had a point if he gets to the spot where Barry is trapped at what can he do?

Morgan rubbed his forehead trying to come up with some sort of plan to rescue Barry. The guns not enough ammo would just draw more of them he would be overrun in minutes. He could try to distract them but Barry did say there were thousands and he's got a feeling he wasn't exaggerating. The police cruiser would be a good distraction the siren would create a lot of noise if there was any gas inside of it. It was stupid of him he should've brought extra gas cans with them or at least make sure the tank was full.

The horse from the Barn they found walkers are hungry if they want food they'll get some. He didn't feel comfortable sacrificing the horse to save Barry considering this the first animal his son has seen in awhile and has been giving him a lot of attention but it was the only option they had.

Morgan walked over to the side of the Police cruiser where Duane was petting the horse.

"Son I need you to get inside the police Cruiser and make sure the door is locked. If any walkers come hide." Morgan commanded grabbing the horses reins.

"Dad is there something wrong?" Duane asked.

Morgan nodded. "Yeah Barry he's in danger I need to help him."

"Let me come with you." Duane said.

"No you're staying here until I get back." Morgan demanded.

"But I want to help." Duane argued.

"Well I don't want your help. I want you to be safe." Morgan countered.

"But dad-" Duane tried to argue however Morgan cut him off.

"No your staying here understood." Morgan ordered.

Duane sighed. "Yes dad." Getting inside the back seat of the police curiser.

Morgan threw the duffle bag of guns climbing onto the horse whipping reins speeding to Atlanta.

"Hey you in the tank having fun down their?"

Barry had his day of surprises but didn't expect to hear the sound someone else's voice.

Barry quickly grabbed the other end of the radio of where the voice is coming from.

"Hello." Barry greeted

"You alive down there?"

Barry snorted. "I wouldn't be talking to you right if I wasn't alive now would I?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Who are you? Is there anything you can do to help me?" Barry asked.

"Umm no not that I can see. Oh man should see from where I am pretty much every walker in the area is on the tank trying to get to you."

"Any id-" Barry didn't get a chance to ask as his voice was cut off by gunshots.

"What's going on out there?" Barry inquired.

"There some guy out there with a horse opening fire on walkers."

"Does he have a buzz cut haircut and is African American?" Barry questioned.

"Uh yeah. How do you know that?"

"His name is Morgan Jones." Barry answered.

Morgan successfully managed to locate the tank it was crawling with them. He never saw so many walkers all at once. That's Morgan decided the best way to grab their attention is to create lots of noise.

"Hey walkers you want food there's some fresh meat over here!" Morgan shouted fire his gun off into the air grabbing the attention of every single walker in the area.

Morgan couldn't help but gulp at the sight of so many he looked at horse shaking with fear wanting to leave the area.

"I'm sorry." He remorsefully said shooting the horse into the stomach.

The horse cried out in pain thrashing on the road out in pain the walkers went for the bait eating the horse alive.

Morgan headed for an Alleyway only to be cut off by more walkers. He tried circling around the other way but was cut off by even more walkers. Morgan drew his side arm beginning to unload on them.

Barry found the courage to open the hatch Magnum ready to fire if necessary but to his surprise there were no walkers on the tank in fact the frontside was completely cleared. The backside of the tank on the other hand was filled to the brim with them chasing somebody Barry got a good look to see it Morgan single handedly trying to hold the walkers off.

"Morgan get out of there!" Barry yelled out in fear and worry for Morgan's safety.

Morgan waved his hand. "Go get out of here find my son promise to protect him with your life and tell him that I love him."

The walkers were overwhelming Morgan. Barry could see time slowing down he needed to get to Morgan and fast. The only way to get to him is through the walkers. Barry ran colliding into the herd of walkers he tripped but that didn't stop him he kept on running. He could see a walker grabbing Morgan by the arm getting ready to take a bite out of him. He slammed into the last pack of walkers grabbing Morgan by the waist carrying him to the other side of the street.

Morgan blinked. "What the? How did I?" One moment he felt a walker grabbing he knew it was over even if he managed to reach for another gun in the duffle bag he was dead but somehow he ended up on the other side of the street one question entering his mind. How the hell am I still alive?

"You okay?" Barry asked hand on his shoulder.

Morgan just began to notice Barry alongside him.

Growling could be heard the walkers were walking over to them hoping for a quick bite to eat.

"There's no time for that we need to get out of here." Morgan commanded still a bit bewildered at what just happened.

"C'mon over here." A new voice called out unknown to Morgan but to Barry it was familiar.

There was an Alleyway with a chain linked fence to reveal an asian kid or a young adult.

Normally Morgan would be distrusting of strangers not listening to them but considering they were becoming quickly surrounded by walkers he was all too happy to comply.

They followed the kid down an Alleyway who went up a ladder leading to the roof of a building.

Morgan froze noticing walkers coming in front of them.

"C'mon what are you waiting for?!" The kid shouted.

"You heard him Morgan start climbing the ladder." Barry ordered.

Morgan climbed the ladder following the kid to the top Barry followed soon after. Morgan gave Barry hand climbing up the ladder pulling him up.

"You okay?" Morgan asked concerned noticing how tired Barry looked.

"I'm fine just a little tired." Barry excused.

Technically that was a lie when he started climbing up the ladder he started feeling dizzy, nauseous, and a bit weak

"You sure?" Morgan asked.

Barry nodded. "Yeah just give me a minute."

"I'm Glenn." The kid introduced himself holding his hand out.

"Morgan and this here is my friend Barry." Morgan said, shaking the kid's hand.

"Yeah I thought I recognized the voice we talked on the radio while you were inside the tank." Glenn reminded him.

"I know thanks for your help Glenn." Barry said balancing himself on the railing.

"Are you sure you okay man?" Glenn asked.

"I'm fine." Barry assured him.

"If you say so." Glenn complied deciding it would be best to just let it go.

He walked over to the ladder looking up "On the bright it will be the fall that kills us. I'm glass half full kind of guy."

Morgan snorted shaking his head while Glenn proceeded to climb up the ladder.

Morgan placed a hand on the ladder. "Barry you coming or what?"

"Yeah just give me a minute." Barry answered.

Morgan was still unsure and worried for Barry but proceeded to climb the ladder.

Why do I feel so weak all of a sudden? I hope this doesn't impair my ability to run. A question pondering his mind unfortunately Barry is about to find out pretty soon even for a man who can move at Superspeed has his limitations.