Not Doctor Who even though he's awesome! Not that Doctor…sorry

Lily Sullivan belongs to Weezy815 (that's me :D) and the rest we can leave up to my few changes and S Gimple.

Boy, wouldn't the be embarrassing if I'd been getting his name wrong this whole time…Let me check...

Ok, so I know Scott is involved somewhere along the lines (he created 9 episodes) but the 'creator' of the show is Frank Darabont…(52 episodes)…

My bad...

With high expectations, the group followed behind Lily into the CDC making sure no walkers followed them. The building lobby was so clean, it hardly seemed real. How could it be?

"Hello?" a deep voice called from across the lobby. There was a man there holding a gun with a ragged look to him. His white shirt was untucked and clearly worn and it was apparent he hadn't shaved in days. "Anybody infected."

"One of our group was," Rick said. "He didn't make it."

"Why are you here? What do you want?"

"A chance."

"That's asking an awful lot these days."

Lily thought to herself that she'd gotten one. She only hoped that he would also give them one.

"I know."

The scruffy man took his time looking at the group of survivors, but when his eyes lingered on Lily too long, Daryl nonchalantly moved drawing the attention of the doctor before them.

"You all submit tot a blood test. That's the price of admission."

"We can do that."

"You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed."

"Closed?" Lily asked Rick. "Do we plan on spending the rest of our lives here? What if we want to leave? We can't stay here!" He rushed right past her bringing some of the men with him to gather things before the doors closed.

Daryl. He'd listen. She chased him out the door and took his arm. "What the hell are you doing out here?"

"Daryl, those doors won't open again once we're moved in. We won't be able to leave. We'll be stuck in there." He shook her arm off him and made for his truck, but she trailed after him.

"We could die in there."

"Well, a'int you lookin' on the bright side of life. This is the first break we've had since the world turned. I'm not gonna miss it." He threw her a bag to carry in for him since she had nothing.

"Maybe you can live in a building underground trapped, but I can't."

"Then don't." He remembered at that moment where he'd found her. She'd been trapped in a cabin waiting for an unknown fate. "If we need to escape, I'll make sure you get out, but right now I'm hungry and he has food."

"Vi, seal the main entrance. Kill the power here," the doctor said when we ran back in the doors. Shutters covered the door sealing us in.

"Come on. You can do this."

"Rick Grimes," he introduced himself.

"Dr. Edwin Jenner."

The elevator ride was more than uncomfortable. All of them were crammed into a small space for a least a minute of silence but leave it to the hick to make conversation.

"Doctors always go around packing heat like that?" he asked handing Lily his own rifle.

"There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself. But you look harmless enough. Except you." He looked down at Carl. "I'll have to keep my eye on you." Carl gave a smile.

"We underground?" Carol asked holding tightly to Sophia as we followed Dr. Jenner down the hall.

"You claustrophobic?"

"A little."

"Try not to think about it."

Daryl cast Lily a worried glance which she returned.

"Vi, bring up the lights in the big room." The lights flickered to life showing rows of computers and a giant display screen in front of them. "Welcome to Zone 5."

"Where is everybody? The doctors and staff?"

"I'm it. It's just me here."

"What about that person you were speaking with? Vi?"

"Vi, say hello to our guests. Tell them welcome."

"Hello, guests. Welcome," a computer spoke to them.

"I'm all that's left."

...

"What's the point? If we're infected, we'd all be running a fever," Andrea said when Jenner was drawing her blood.

"I've already broken every rule in the book letting you in here. Let me just at least be thorough. All done."

When she stood up, Jacqui came to help her because she wobbled.

"Whoa. Are you ok?"

"She hasn't eaten in days," Jacqui informed him. "None of us have."

"I have clean people at my dinner table."

...

"There's rooms and hot water, but use it sparingly. There's not much left."

"Did you hear that?" Glenn asked beside her.

"Yeah, hot water," she sighed.

Both of them smiled as they made for a room.

"Dinner in ten! We're not waiting for you!" Jenner shouted to Glenn and Lily as they darted to the showers.

Lily closed the door behind her faster than she'd meant to, but she hardly noticed as she was throwing her clothes to the ground and jumping in the shower.

The water was cold when she turned it on, but she gave a scream of delight knowing that it would warm. It was possible for her to shower before dinner was ready but she didn't care, she just wanted to feel the hot water.

The cover shirt was too warm after her shower so she just slipped Daryl's shirt back on and followed the jovial voices echoing down the hall. To her amazement glasses of wine were being passed around the table of smiling survivors. There was a drunken wave of welcome thrown at her when she entered the room.

"Man, you look like bran' new," T-Dog smiled at her. She gave a small smile in return. Only about half of the group had showered before dinner because they would do so after words.

"Warm shower's nice huh?" Glenn asked raising his glass to her. His words were already starting to slur together.

"I wanna try it," Carl said about the wine.

"Should he?" Lori asked. Rick handed Carl his glass.

The look which crossed his face was one of complete disgust which made the group laugh.

Lily walked over to the man that let them in and thanked him for opening the doors. Rick saw that and gave him a thank you speech which finished with people toasting to him.

"The kids done it, now it's your turn." Lily turned to find Daryl coming up behind her. He wasn't drunk yet but we was well on his way. His arm was heavy on her shoulders.

"I don't drink," she said trying to push him off. "Not often."

"I'll tell ya what. Here take this and drink when you want." He placed his glass in her hands before going to get himself another one.

"Daryl?" Glenn asked sounding as if he'd had a few glasses himself. "Why are you so nice to her and not everyone else?"

"Cause maybe she's nicer to me than you lot," he retorted grabbing the bottle. "She's also been trough a hell that none y'all understand."

"And you do?" Lori asked. He just glared at her taking a swig from the bottle.

Glenn made to put his bottle down when Daryl saw this. "Not you, little man. I wanna see how red your face gets."

After the laughter died down, Shane asked a question. "When are you gonna tell u what happened here doc?" Silence filled the room as he continued to speak. "All the-the other doctors. They were supposed to be figuring out what happened. Where are they?"

"We're celebrating, Shane," Rick tried to stop him. "Don't need to do this now."

"Whoa, wait a second. This is why we're here right?"

"This was your move-supposed to find all the answers. Instead we-we found him. We found one man. Why?"

The whole time Shane had been talking, Jenner knew it was going to come around to him so he finally began to talk. "Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left, went off the be with their families. Then when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted."

"Every last one?"

"No, many couldn't face walking out the door. They...opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time."

"You didn't leave," Andrea said. "Why?"

"I just kept working. Hoping to do some good."

"Dude, you are such a buzzkill," Glenn directed at Shane.

The drinking picked back up after Rick, Shane, and Jenner retreated to their rooms for the night.