Hello again!

Sorry I couldn't update yesterday but OMFG THE MID SEASON FOR 6 WAS AMAZING! Although, being a fan of he comics, I was expecting a few more things to happen, but they do only have forty two minutes to jam everything in so I get why they couldn't do even half of No Way Out.

Okay enough jibber jabber! You're here for the chapter not my rambling! But one more thing though, Spoiler warning if you aren't caught up: I'm so happy Ron and Carl learned how to actually fight rather than just shoving each other like in 6x05 . I was honestly yelling at the TV.

Oh and one more one more thing. I don't own TWD or anything to do with it... sadly.

Okay, I will let you read now!

Blake sprinted through the woods. She had no reason to run, wasn't running from anything. She just enjoyed the practice for when she did have to run. She hurdled roots and bushes, ducked under low branches, swerved around tree trunks and managed to grab a branch off of a wild blueberry bush and stuff it in her satchel without stopping.

"Man," she thought to herself, "I could have been in the Olympics."

What she failed to notice, however, was the voices and the strung tin cans.

Blake broke through the thin string, surprised to emerge into a small clearing containing three people: a scruffy looking man and a pale, thin teenage boy who were obviously father and son, and a dark skinned woman with a katana. Blake halted as fast as humanly possible after her sprint.

The trio raised their weapons, ready to defend themselves, but hesitated. Blake couldn't blame them, the only thing that was remotely threatening about her was the machine gun she carried, which looked like it weighed more than her. It sucked that the magazine was empty, but Blake felt safe despite the two hand guns and the sword being pointed in her direction. There was a sense of familiarity among these people, well, the man and the boy. She had no idea who the badass looking samurai was.

Blake locked eyes with the man, knowing him for sure, but not able to recall who he was. It was when she locked eyes with his son that she realised where she knew him from. "Carl?" she lowered her weapon as the realisation crossed his face as well.

"Blake?" the pistol dropped to his side as a disbelieving smirk came across his face. He knew the blonde hair and chocolate eyes were extremely familiar, but he couldn't place his friend until she spoke.

Blake slipped the strap of the machine gun over her shoulder and held up her hands to Rick and the unknown woman, showing she meant no harm. Rick kept his gun up, although Blake could tell that he recognized her name and was trying to place her. The samurai kept her katana poised, glancing between Blake and Rick.

"Carl?" Rick questioned. He knew the girl form somewhere, but just couldn't figure it out.

"Blake played on my softball team for four years." Carl explained, lowering his father's pistol for him. "And we were in the same class every year since first grade." Carl glanced to his left and noticed Michonne still had her sword raised. "Back off Michonne, I'm pretty sure she won't try to kill us." Carl smirked at Blake and Blake smirked back in agreement. Michonne submitted hesitantly, lowering the blade but not sheathing it.

"Where's your group?" Rick questioned.

"Dead." Blake answered with no hesitation. "Been on my own for a while." She didn't make it sound like a sob story, she said it how it was: she was alone.

"How long?" Michonne felt for the girl. She knew what it was like to be alone on this world, but she couldn't imagine being a kidalone in this world.

"Over a year." Blake thought about her answer. "Since a couple of months after everything went down."

"Are you willing to give up your weapons?" Rick asked, gesturing to the machine gun hanging across her shoulder and the machete strapped to her belt.

"It's temporary." Carl assured, seeing Blake's hesitance. He knew he wouldn't want to give up his gun either. "You'll get them back soon."

"Sure…" Blake slowly slipped the gun off of her shoulders and stepped forward, reluctantly handing it to Rick. She then slid the machete out of its holster, and passed it handle first to Carl.

"It'll only be for a few days." Rick slid the gun over his own shoulder. "Until we get used to having you around. If you need them before we'll give them to you."

"Alright." Blake felt naked without her weapons. Her fingers twitched at her sides, wanting to grip the hilt of her machete, but finding it missing. "Anything else?"

"Yeah." Rick holsters his pistol, finally seeming comfortable with Blake's presence. "How many walkers have you killed?"

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"There may be something in here." Rick gestured to the Walmart ahead. It had been three days since the trio had become a quartet, and Blake was almost used to not having weapons.

"Let's check it out." Michonne agreed. She was walking next to Rick, ahead of Blake, Carl strayed slightly behind Blake, reloading the clip for his pistol.

The snarl of walkers startled everyone and the group whipped around to see three of them a few feet back form Carl, who was struggling to insert his clip into the magazine considering the loose bullets that were still in his hands.

Blake wasted no time, grabbing the walker closest to Carl by the decaying shoulders and throwing it to the ground. She stomped its head in as Rick shot the second one and Carl got his pistol situated, taking the third down.

"Blake!" Michonne warned. The teenager whipped around and ducked out of the walkers grasp just as it reached for her shoulders. She tackled it around the waist and rolled off of it as Michonne ran up and stabbed the walker through the eye.

Carl offered a hand to Blake and helped her get back to her feet. "Thanks." he breathed.

"No problem." Blake wiped her walker-slimed hands on her jeans. "On that note, I think we should go inside."

"Blake." Rick called as the girl passed. "Here." He held the machine gun out to her and she gladly took it with a grateful smile. Carl handed her the machete that he had secretly been giving her at night just in case. She smirked at him and he smiled back, the secret passing between them.

"Alright," Rick nodded. "Let's go."

Blake sheathed her machete, slid the machine gun over her shoulders and pulled the blade out again, preparing for the worst as the entered the Walmart.

Scavenging was quiet as there were no walkers in the store. Carl and Blake went left as they entered and Rick and Michonne turned right. The group weaved up and down the aisles, grabbing what few things would be useful: a reusable LifeStraw water bottle, cans of fruit and vegetables, and a pack of barbeque lighters. Carl and Blake had finished grabbing what they could fit in Blake's satchel and a backpack Carl had grabbed when the sound of a door banging open echoed through the Walmart.

Both teens dropped to the ground and drew their guns, listening to the voices floating through the shelves.

"…need some a them filter-straw water bottle things to fill." One voice said as Blake and Carl's hearts filled with dread. The voice was close and getting close because the person was coming to the aisle they were in.

"Well hurry your ass up or chief's gonna get madder." The second voice reached the pair's ears. They knew moving would be out of the question. Whether they got mistaken for walkers or recognized as humans, they would almost surely end up dead. They got up anyway, moving to the next aisle over in hopes of remaining hidden.

Their hoped were crushed as the second man followed the first and caught sight of them. "Hey!" he called to his counterpart. "There's a couple a kids in here!" both aimed their weapons for the man's face, but failed to hear the other sneak up behind them.

The man's arms were massive as each one wrapped completely around a teenager. Carl started and dropped his pistol while Blake was able to hold onto her machine gun until the other man came up and took it away.

"Oh this is a nice piece here." The man looked the weapon over, admiring it. "Where'd a pretty little girl like you pick up a big scary gun like this?" he sneered, looking the children over.

"Our dad is a Navy Seal." Blake lied through her teeth. The truth was that she raided a gun store, but she figured it was better to talk until she or Carl or Rick and Michonne could figure something out. "We got a bunch of them lying around." That Blake could see the momentary concern flash across the man's face before his amused expression returned.

"That so?" the man chuckled. "And where's your daddy now?"

"Oh I think he's around here somewhere." Carl spoke up. She looked over to him and he gestured with his eyes to show what he meant. Blake saw Rick and Michonne stepping silently along the wall behind Carl and immediately turned her head back to their captors.

"Is he now?" Both teens could tell that the man was trying to cover up his fear; they would be scared too, if they were under the threat of an angry Navy Veteran.

"Yep." Carl and Blake said in unison as Rick's figure made it into their peripheral. Both jumped as the shot rang out and the man before them fell to the ground. Blake was able to slip out of the other man's grasp as he was startled by the loud bang, but Carl was left trapped in the thick mass of flesh.

The man turned towards Rick, placing a gun to Carl's head. "Backup!" he barked, positioning Carl in front of him as a human shield. Coincidentally, the man forgot about Blake, or thought she was injured by the gunshot, and turned his back on her. "Weapons on the ground!" he barked again, seeing he had complete control over the two.

"Let him go." Rick said in a low, threatening voice, not putting his weapon down.

"I said put your weapons down!" Blake knew she had to do something as the man dug the gun into Carl's temple and pulled the hammer back. Rick and Michonne complied, dropping their weapons lightly on the floor. Blake knew she couldn't get her gun out from under the dead man's body without alerting the live one, so she opted for the machete.

"… going on in there?!" another voice and multiple footsteps flooded in through the backdoor, telling Blake that she had to act immediately. She slid her blade from its holster and sprang to her feet, slicing the man's head at the ears. A chunk of skull and brains went flying as the body fell, dragging a now blood-covered Carl with it. He rolled away and everyone collected their weapons, bolting for the front door.

Michonne went out first, she had just exited the building as the first shots rang out. Blake followed just after, seeing the samurai slice up a few walkers. Carl followed close behind Blake, ducking as the glass behind him shattered. Rick made sure everyone else was out safely, not being able to stand another loss, then followed his group out.He returned his gaze to the store for only a moment, locking eyes with a clearly angered man before disappearing into the woods at the edge of the road.

Rick knew by the look on the man's face that he was the vengeance type.

They would be seeing him again.

So there it is. Now you know how Blake found the group and how they incurred the wrath of the other group.

Please review! I will try to put up another chapter before Saturday, but you now how life works.

Bye!