"Days Gone Bye" part 2

The next day, Rick slowly walked out of the house to see that the walkers had wondered off he thought that is was clear when he noticed one of them on the ground with their back against a fence. With his shovel in hand, Rick quickly smashed it on the walkers head. "Hey mister!" Rick turned around to see the kid, Duane jogging up to him. "Hey, I forgot to ask you last night but did you used to be a bank robber?" Duane's face morphed into that of confusion when Rick laughed at his question.

"Sorry to disappoint kid but no, I was the opposite in fact, I was a cop." Duane smiled at Rick.

"Doesn't matter, you being a cop is still pretty cool!" This earned a chuckle from Rick. The kids father, Morgan soon walked out.

"Duane, I need you to go in and pack up all of our food." Duane nodded before running into the house, Morgan then walked up to Rick.

"A cop huh?" Morgan raised an eyebrow at him. Rick nodded with a smile.

"What are we doing today?"

"We're gonna move house, we've spent to much time in this one." Morgan mumbled the last part more to himself than to Rick. It was silent between the two before Rick got an idea.

"Why don't we check the station, there must be stuff still there?" They looked into each others eyes before Morgan nodded.

"Looks like a plan." They walked back inside to help Duane.

Rick looked at the house that the father and son found him outside of the previous day. He felt a weird pull towards the house, as if his lost memories were inside and were calling out to him. Morgan quickly snapped him out of his day dream with a slap to his shoulder before carrying a box of supplies into the house, Rick also grabbed a box and made his way in. When everything was inside, Duane started covering up the windows for at night and since there wasn't anything for Rick to do, we went on his own little tour of the house. As he walked up the stairs, the pull became stronger. The walls seemed to scream at him to remember, everything in the house seemed to have a voice of their own and it sounded as if they were begging, over and over again. Remember. He decided to follow the pull which landed him outside of what he guessed was the master bedroom. As he stepped into the room, his head became crowded with the voice of a woman repeating his name. "Lori?" 'Lori? Who is she?' He noticed that he stopped in front of a drawer and he felt something inside which was familiar call out to him. Rick opened it to find a Colt Python. He held it in his hand and he remembered how he used this gun back when he was a cop. He remembered the feeling of holding it in his hand. 'So this was my house?' Rick looked back in the drawer and saw a gun hostler and ammo for the Colt, a small smile spread itself on his face as he fitted the belt on and loaded the Colt before placing it in the hostler. He couldn't help but love the familiar feel it gave him.

"Hey Rick, get down here!" Morgan called from the living room, Rick quickly made his way down to Morgan. "So, now that we're sorted here, why don't we head to the station?" Morgan then noticed the Colt. "Where'd you find that?"

"Upstairs." Rick then walked outside and made his to the car, Morgan and Duane following him. "Who's driving?"

"Why don't you?" The three of them hopped in the car. The drive to the station was quiet, thankfully, they didn't bump into any walkers. As they approached the station, they saw that the cost was clear. "I don't see any walkers about."

"Yeah, but there could be some inside." They went in and scouted the place out, no walkers.

"It's clear." Rick turned to Morgan. "I have a surprise for the both of you."

"What?"

"Working showers."

"You're shitting me!?"

"Nope, the station has back up generators, so we have working, hot water showers." Duane got in a position that looked as if he was praising the lord.

"Hallelujah" Morgan cried. Rick couldn't hold back a chuckle, he guided them to the showers.

"I've missed feeling this clean." Morgan stated.

"Yeah, well there should be clean clothes in the lockers." Rick informed them before picking out some clothes for himself. When everyone was clothed he took them to the armoury.

"Holy sh..." Morgan gaped at the amount of guns and ammo there was. Rick nodded. They quickly grabbed nearly everything and then carried it out to the car.

"Duane, grab that canister, it should be full of gas." Rick said to the kid, Duane nodded before taking the canister and putting it in the back seat. Before they got in the car, a walker rattled the fence beside them. Morgan saw that the walker was wearing a cops uniform and turned to Rick.

"Do you recognise him?" Rick looked at the once young man's face, it was familiar but no name popped up.

"No." Rick walked over to him and shot him in the head. The three of them jumped into the car and made their way back to the house. Once all the supplies that they took from the station was inside, they made sure that all ways into the house were sealed and all the windows were covered. When all of those were checked, they finally relaxed. Rick sat on the floor, leaning back against a wall before closing his eyes and letting a sigh.

"I'll make us something to eat." Morgan spoke up before leaving the room. Duane walked up to Rick and sat down in front of him.

"Rick?" Rick let out a hum, opening his eyes to look at Duane. "Do you remember what your family was like?" Rick was surprised by the question, that was obvious by the look on his face. He coughed before answering.

"I think I remember having a younger sibling, a brother I think. Uh.., my mum was..." Rick tried to bring up memories of his mother but they didn't show themselves."

"It's okay if you don't remember, I was just curious." Duane said to Rick, the ex-cop nodded to Duane who stood up and walked over to his dad. Within an hour the food was both made and eaten. The three males lay down in the living room and relaxed in the silence that was soon broken by a car alarm going off. Duane quickly turned off all of the lights as Morgan and Rick made their way towards the front window. Peeking outside, they saw three walkers, one of them had bumped into a Land Rover and the noise was drawing more walkers to their location. "D-dad, it's her! She's here" Duane stuttered before diving into the makeshift bed. Rick say Morgan pale slightly, he looked out the window to see a forth walker. A dark skinned woman with black messy hair, wearing nothing but a white night gown. Rick watched as she slowly made her way towards the front door, when she wasn't able to get in, she moved on. He looked at Morgan, hoping for an explanation. Morgan sighed, his eyes were clouded by sadness. He made his way over to his son and comforted him. After a while, Duane fell asleep. Morgan raised his head to look into Ricks eyes.

"I guess you want to know about why he acted like that?" Rick slowly nodded. "That walker.., was my wife..." Morgan managed to say but Rick could see that Morgan was struggling with the subject. "She was bit and.."

"Morgan, you don't have to tell me.." Rick tried to say but Morgan shook his head.

"No, It's alright. She was bit and I was too weak to shot her.." Morgan began to shake. "I was going to, she wanted me to, she say 'Morgan, end it, there's no hope for me, just do it..', but I couldn't and even now, when she is one of them I still can't do it." A tear made its way down Morgan's face. "We were going to go to Atlanta, she told me to kill her and continue with our plan but instead, my and Duane left her to turn and stayed..."

"I'm sorry Morgan.., why Atlanta though.."

"Because, the army set up a centre there, for people who aren't infected to life in peace and be safe, I still plan on going just not until I end her suffering..." Rick nodded to Morgan, kneeling down and patting his friends shoulder.

The next day, the trio sat at a table eating some cereal that they found. "So, have we got anything planned today?" It was Duane that broke the silence. Rick and Morgan shared a look before both shaking their heads.

"No, not today." Morgan answered his question. The rest of the morning was spent in silence, no one knew what to talk about. Morgan looked out of the front window, his eyes widened for a moment, the shock was soon replaced with determination. He grabbed his Rifle before starting to go upstairs.

"Dad? Where are you going?" Rick walked up behind Morgan with a questioning look.

"Don't worry, just stay down here and don't come up." Morgan then turned around and walked up the stairs, Rick felt his eyes narrow slightly as he watched Morgan but he let him be. It was when the first shot was fired that Rick acted, telling Duane to stay where he was before running up the stairs. Only to find Morgan in front of a window in one of the bedrooms aiming at something. From his position in the doorway, Rick could see a couple of walkers outside the house, he was able to recognise one of them. Morgan's wife. Ricks face softened, he could see that she was that one that Morgan was aiming for, he could also see that Morgan wasn't able to do it. Rick then made a decision and walked up to Morgan, taking the Rifle from his hands. "Rick, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm gonna do it for you." Rick sayed to him softly.

"What?"

"You can't bring yourself to shot her, I'll do it for you." Morgan opened his mouth to argue. "If you let me shoot her, then you'll be able to continue with your wife's wish for you and Duane to reach Atlanta." Morgan shut his mouth, seeing to logic to Ricks actions. After a moment, Morgan nodded and moved out of Ricks way, Rick gave him a pat on the shoulder before getting into position, Morgan left the room and not even a minute later, Rick head shot Morgan's wife. Rick walked out of the room and handed Morgan back his gun.

"For Duane.." Morgan slowly admitted to himself, Rick nodded to him before walking back down stairs. After a couple of hours all of the walkers around the house had wondered off to somewhere else and so, the trio packed everything up so that they could move on to Atlanta. Rick looked over his shoulder to see Duane, noticing the tear marks down his cheeks. He remembered the boy crying softly when he told him that he shot his mum. When everything was in the car, Rick turned to Morgan.

"So, is that us off?" Morgan nodded and they hopped into the car. As Rick started to drive off, someone shouted behind them.

"Hey! Wait!" Rick looked in the rear mirror to see two people running up to them, waving their arms like mad man's trying to get their attention. He and Morgan stepped out of the car and walked to the back, watching the two stopped in front of them. Rick looked at them, one was female, barely sixteen. Her light brown hair was pulled out of her face into a plait, her side fringe was hiding most of her face because she was bent over trying to catch her breath. She was wearing a turquoise hoodie and light blue skinnies. Her feet covered with blue and white converse. She straightened herself and Rick saw that she had deep brown eyes and her cheeks were covered in freckles. "T-thanks..." She panted. Rick nodded before looking at her companion. A boy maybe a year or two older than her, he stood to just above Ricks shoulders. He flicked his blonde hair away from his brown eyes. Wearing a red hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, he also had black skinnies and black Doc Martins. Both of them had lightly tanned skin.

"Who are you?" Rick asked the two when they stopped panting.

"I'm Stella." The girl spoke first before pointing to the boy beside her. "And this is Mitch, who are you?" She looked at the two of them.

"I'm Rick." Stella nodded before looking at Morgan.

"I'm Morgan and that's my son Duane." He pointed to his son that was looking out of the window.

"Hi Duane." She waved before looking at the older men. "Where are you all heading?"

"Atlanta" Rick became confused when he say Stella's eyes widen and her and Mitch share a panicked look.

"Don't go there."

"Why?"

"Because it's not safe." Mitch spoke up, turning Rick and Morgan's attention to him. "We meet this guy a week ago, he said that he was from Atlanta and if we value our lives then we shouldn't go there. He said that the city is completely overrun and he barley managed to escape." Rick and Morgan looked at each other.

"Yo, I know that you just met us not even five minutes ago but believe us, that's what the guy said." Stella said. Rick stared into her eyes and she stared right back.

"What should we do Rick?" Morgan asked. Rick licked his lips before an idea came to him.

"We go to Atlanta but now that we know it's not safe, we'll spent a few days outside of the city and make supply runs in and we'll be very carefully, once we have everything we need,, we'll move on." Rick looked at Morgan. He thought it over before nodding to Rick.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Stella asked, hope shined in both hers and Mitch's eyes. The older men shared a look. "You know what they say, safety in numbers..." After a moment the men nodded, Stella and Mitch broke into a smile.

"Thank you so much." Mitch smiled. Rick gestured for them to get in. Once everyone was seated, Rick drove off.

"So kid, how old are you?" Stella looked a Duane, she sat in the seat behind Rick while Duane sat on the other side of the car with Mitch in between them.

"I'm twelve, how old are you two?"

"I'm fifteen." Stella returned with a small smile.

"I'm seventeen." Mitch answered after Stella, he looked at Morgan. "What kind of weapons have you got?"

"Guns." Mitch rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I guessed, what kind of guns."

"I don't know, I'm not good with the names of guns, plus I didn't check."

"Got a bow and any arrows by any chance?" Stella joined in.

"Sorry, but no we don't, why you asking?"

"Well, my uncle taught me how to use a bow and arrow, I'm actually good at it, better with them than I am with a gun."

"Have you got a good aim at least?"

"Yeah."

"Then you'll be fine, how about you Mitch?" Rick asked the blond.

"I'm okay."

He said nervously.

The group of five walked down the road, no longer driving because their car had run out and they had somehow forgotten the canister from the station. Bags of supplies were strapped to their backs. The sun beating down on them. "Hey Rick, do you know how much longer we have until we reach Atlanta?" Duane called out to him.

"Hm, I would say maybe two or three hours." The three young ones groaned at this news.

"Stella, I don't see why your groaning, you and both your dad and uncle did this all the time, you should be use to this by now." Mitch spoke to the only female in the group.

"Doesn't mean I enjoyed them most of the time."

"How did you this all the time?" Morgan asked.

"Well, my dad and uncle loved to go hiking and camping, those sort of things, so they thought that it would be a good idea to bring me along, taught me some things about living in the forest and that. How to shoot a bow and arrow, you know, just all of those sort of things." Stella answered him. Rick say a house not far ahead.

"Guys, there." They made their way forward. When they reached the house, Rick and Morgan scouted, after a few minutes Rick came back telling them that the two people inside were dead. They searched the house but found nothing. When they finished their search they went outside to see another group of six pointing guns at them.

"Who are you?" A man at the front asked. He had black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing black jeans with a good pair of hiking boots, along with a dark brown bomber jacket. When they didn't answer he asked again. "Who are you?!"

"I'm Rick, this is Morgan, his son Duane, Stella and Mitch, we mean no harm.." Rick answered his question, hoping that he would lower his gun. The man's eyes narrowed before he shared a look with the rest of his group, they nodded before they stopped pointing their guns at them.

"I'm Sam, this is David and Mark the twins," he pointed to the two men that looked to be in their mid-twenties to his left, both with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, their skin surprisingly pale. They both wore knee length shorts but on of them had a white vest top, the other with a red vest top, both also had black converse. "David's the one in the red and Mark is the one wearing white, that's Hayden," he pointed to another man, this time he only look nineteen, he had light curly blond hair and green eyes. Wearing red skinnies with a black band top and Doc Martins. "Then there's Caitie," A young woman, mid-twenties at most with long brown hair and blue eyes. Clad in black skinnies, black converse that came up to her knees, a red top and her look was finished with a black leather jacket. "And finally, that's Kym." He pointed to a girl that looked no older than Stella, with boy short fire truck red hair and hazel eyes. She wore a dark blue t-shirt with white skinnies and dark brown knee high leather boots.

"Sup." The red head greeted whilst the others stayed quiet.

"Where are you going?" Mitch asked this new group.

"To Atlanta." Rick and his group looked at each other.

"So are we but the cities not safe." Rick told Sam. The raven haired man narrowed his eyes at Rick.

"How is it not?" The ex-cop turned and looked to Stella and Mitch.

"Could you two please explain to him why?"

"We know that the city isn't safe because a week ago me and Mitch meet this guy from Atlanta, he warned us not to go there because the city is overrun and he barely escaped."

"If it's overrun then why are you all going there?" Mark asked.

"Because, we're going to set up camp outside the city for a few days, each day we're going to do a supply run into the city but now that we know it's not safe, we'll be really careful about it, then, when we have collected everything we need, we'll move one." Rick explained their plan to Sam and his group. The six seemed to be thinking about something, whispering to each other before nodding.

"Rick was it?" Sam asked, when Rick nodded, Sam continued with what he was going to say."You know, your plan is the best thing we've heard since everything went to shit." Sam licked his lips. "Can me and my group tag along with you?" Rick and the gang were surprised but the soon got over it.

"Yeah, I don't see why not." Rick's acceptance made the six grow small smiles.

"We've got a few cars that I'm sure you all can fit into." Kym sayed to them. They showed them they way to the cars, there two five seater. "Looks like one of you are gonna have to sit on someone's lap." Duane raised his hand.

"I'll do it, I'm the smallest." Everyone nodded before getting into the cars. Rick, Morgan, Stella, Duane, Mitch and Hayden in one. Sam, David, Mark, Caitie and Kym in the other. Stella made conversation with Hayden over the band that was on his top. Fall out Boy. They talked about their albums and others bands that they liked, now and then Mitch would add his opinion. Thanks to the cars, they got to Atlanta in just over an hour. Stopping in clearing no far off the road that would take them to the city. To their right was the way they came, to their left was a small lake, behind them was the bottom of a rocky cliff and in front of them was a forest. Rick and Sam nodded to each other.

"We'll set up camp here." The group of now, eleven unpacked their stuff. Sam and his gang had three tents in their cars.

"Okay, why don't Morgan and Duane take a tent, the three girls take a tent, Mark, David, Hayden and Mitch take a tent and me and Rick sleep in the cars?" Everyone agreed on the sleeping arrangement and started to put up the tents. "By any chance, will we be able to make a supply run with what's left of the day?" Sam asked Rick, Rick looked to the sky to see the position of the sun.

"No, we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Two days had passed since the eleven set up camp in the clearing. They spent those two days on supply runs and they were very, very grateful for the warning that man gave Stella and Mitch. On the supply runs they saw that the streets were clustered with walkers. They spent their morning preparing for the supply run that Rick, Morgan, Sam, Stella, Kym and Mark were going on. When everything was ready, they were off. They found a quick and easy way to get to the city through the forest, going around the back of buildings and travelling Atlanta by rooftop. A couple of hours into their run, they went into what once was a huge clothes shop. They stopped what they were doing when they heard a door banging in another room. With their guns in hands, they silently crept towards the noise of shuffling feet. Before turning the corner, Rick motioned for Sam and Morgan to come with him so that they could surround who or whatever was in there. When he gave the signal, Mark, Stella and Kym barged into the room with their guns out, to find a group of six pointing their guns straight back at them. A man with black hair at the front smirked. "Drop your weapons, your outnumbered three to six." A Asian boy in the back stared wide eyed, his face turned white when he say Rick and the others walk in through the back. The man's mile faded when he felt a gun being pressed against the back of his head.

"No, it's six to six." Rick said loud and clear. Everyone turned to see the three new comers. Both groups separated themselves to two sides of the room, glaring at each other. Rick looked the six over. The Asian boy and a woman were hiding in the corner, another woman looked as if she was itching to use her gun, two males looked between the two groups somewhat from the sidelines, the last man however. The one that was cocky about outnumbering Mark, Stella and Kim stared into Ricks eyes in what he guessed was disbelief, as if he was seeing a ghost. The silence was suffocating everyone slowly before the man broke the silence.

"Rick?" Rick could feel his muscles tense and his eyes narrow.

"Who are you and how do you know me?" Rick almost growled. The man swallowed hard, as if he didn't want to be right about Ricks name.

"Sorry bro, I was just..." He stared into Ricks eyes. "You look familiar.." He sounded convincing but something in the back of Ricks mind told him that he wasn't saying all of the truth.

"Who are you?" The man looked a shocked, Rick saw a tiny bit of hurt in his eyes but it quickly disappeared.

"I'm Shane, that's Glenn, Jacqui, T-dog, Morales and Andrea." Shane pointed to each one. The Asian, Glenn, gave them a small smile.

"Well, I'm Kym, that's Stella-"

"Sup." Stella gave them a mock salute.

"That's Morgan, Mark, Sam and Rick." Kym gave the new group their names. Shane kept staring at Rick and it was make Rick uncomfortable. They returned to silence but after a few moments, it was shattered by the sound of a gun being fired.

"Who the fuck is that?!" Sam shouted

"Merle!" Shane growled before charging out of the room and up a stairwell. Both groups followed him up to the top before barging onto the roof were they saw a man that just screamed redneck. "Merle! What the fuck do you think your doing?!" Merle, turned around and grinned.

"I'm just having some fun." His attention turned to Rick and his group. "Looks like we have some new friends to play with." After a few minutes of shouting, fights broke out, Merle vs T-dog and Shane. Rick was about to join in but Mark bet him to it. Mark roundhouse kicked Merle on the back of the head, the redneck fell to the ground and everyone looked to Mark in surprise.

"What? I use to take Taekwondo classes." Mark shrugged. Rick quickly took out his cuffs that he got from the station and cuffed Merle to the roof. The man wasn't too happy about that.

"You'll stay there until you have calmed down and aren't a threat to everyone." Rick sayed in a commanding tone.

"Shit." Everyone turned to see Andrea looking over the edge.

"What is it?""Merle's gun has attracted a bunch of walkers, they're blocking the way we came in!" Andrea shouted in a rage.

"Guys-" Rick tried to say something but he was cut off.

"Naw, you just shut the fuck up!" Andrea screamed. Her group tried to calm her down. As they did this, Shane walked up to Rick.

"So, do you have any kids of your own, a son perhaps..?"

"What? Your group thinks we're trapped and are panicking but you think this is the time to ask me if I'm a father?" Rick glared at the man. 'Why did he ask me that? Is he hinting at me having a son?' Shock grew on the man's face, he didn't expect such an outburst. "But to answer your question, no, I don't have a son or and children." Shane seemed even more shocked by this, as if he was expecting Rick to say that he did have a son.

"Do you have a wife, you know, maybe a Mrs Grimes?"

"No, I'm not marri..., how do you know that my last name is Grimes..?" Shane's eyes widened as if to say, 'Shit, I fucked up'. Before they could say anything, Stella walked up to Rick.

"Yo Rick, why don't we tell them?" Rick nodded.

"Everyone, I know another way out and I need people from Shane's group to come with us so that I can show you." All of Shane's group raised their hands except from T-dog, Rick nodded to them before walking up to T-dog. "Here's the key to Merle's cuffs." Rick handed him the key and then walked off with his group and Shane's. After nearly ten minutes, Rick and his group stopped. "We got here by jumping rooftop to rooftop and thought windows. On our way here, not once did we touch the ground, so it's mostly safe, minus the walkers inside the buildings that we'll have to go though." Rick then pointed through a window that lead to a rooftop. "This is the window we'll be going through, got it?" Everyone nodded in understanding. "Okay then, grab everything you need and we'll meet up here when we're ready." With that said everyone went and got the supplies that they had collected. Five more minutes had passed before there was the sound of shattering glass, everyone ran to the window.

"What's happened?!"

"The walkers got in!" The two groups jumped through the window and stopped four or five buildings away. "Everyone alright..?"

"Hey, where's Merle?" They looked about but didn't see the redneck, they turned to T-dog who hung his head in shame.

"I dropped the keys..." Rick and his group shared a look.

"Don't worry, nobody will miss him, well, maybe Daryl.." Morales tried to assurer them. They continued on their way. As soon as they reached the forest, Rick and the group stopped. He turned to Shane.

"Do you and your group know your way from here?" They looked around a bit before shaking their head.

"We only know are way back to our camp by the main road.." Rick and Sam shared a look, both had the same idea.

"How far away is your camp?"

"Half an hour at most away."

"By any chance could we stay with you, just for a couple more nights and then we'll be off?" Sam asked them.

"And be off where?"

"We don't know, we only came here to get supplies and then move on, we'll decide where we'll be going on the way." Shane thought about it before nodding.

"Sure, now lets find the main road."

"Wait, we still have people at our camp and a load of supplies." Rick told them.

"I'll stay with them until their all packed and then I'll show them the way." Glenn spoke up. Shane nodded before looking at Rick.

"Fine, we can agree with that, but do you know where we can find the main road?"

"Yeah, just follow the fence behind you and then when the fence stops, there should be a dirt path for you to follow, it'll take you straight there." Morgan instructed.

"Thanks."

"See you there then." Rick said before his group and Glenn walked further into the forest.