AN: Hey here is chapter 3, Enjoy.

I don't really know what to do, I'm finding it beyond difficult to have the mindset to open this door. What if it's not actually my world? What if it is indeed theirs? Hang on, I'm believing them now? These people are just lookalikes who come around having excuses to rob people. I turn around back towards the group of people behind me, 'Daryl' is giving me a deathly cold stare, his crossbow is still in his hands. I'm a lot calmer now than I was before, I can feel the adrenaline rush slowly subside and my heart rate decrease. It's no longer in my ears. The group of people behind 'Rick' and 'Daryl' are starting to shift and murmur to themselves, speaking in hushed voices so I can't understand what they're saying. This is when I start to hear a baby crying from back inside the living room although Rick doesn't seem to care much by the noises whereas the man with the mullet nearest to the living room door is looking rather uncomfortable, shifting to one foot to the other.

"Ya goin' to open the door or not?" I stare at him blankly and turn back towards the door resting my hand back on the handle. "This is bullshit" Daryl is walking over to me now with his crossbow raised, ready to fire but not on me- on the door. As if he is waiting for something to come at us when I open it.

"What are you doing?" I ask him in a monotone flat voice. I push him lightly to the side and shake my head slightly. I can see the silent exchange between Rick and Daryl from behind me, Daryl leans his back against the wall right next to the door, as if when it opens there will be a threat and he'll jump into action and do some kind of James Bond shit. I raise an eyebrow at him a slight smile playing on my lips. This guy is an idiot. Class A, No. 1 morron. Just as I turn the handle the doorbell rings. I can't help but stop in mid action. The whole atmosphere behind me has changed, Rick has his gun out and his blade back at his side and when I turn around further I see that the guy with the mullet has been pushed back into the living room and the door has been closed. Muffling the small cries from the baby. Everyone else has either a gun out or some other kind of weapon ready. I look back at Rick and he has his gun pointed at me.

"If this is a trap, I'll pull this trigger" he mouths silently to me. He has that crazed look in his eyes again, this is really not good for my blood pressure levels. I take a deep breath and pull the door open. The cold evening air washes over me. In front of me is the small hunched over frame of the elderly lady from next door, Irene. I can't help but sigh a breath of relief. Looking around I see the calm, quiet setting of Rosemary Lane which is lit up by street lamps and the faint lights from the inhabited houses both across the street and next door. looking over at Daryl quickly I can see that he is almost in a state of shock but he still has his crossbow raised.

Her small brown eyes scan over me quickly before practically yelling "Julie! Are you okay? I heard voices and I thought- Oh Julie your neck! What happened? Is everything alright?" my hand finds it way to my neck and I can feel the warm liquid which is spread on the surface on my skin. I look down to my hand and see that it's covered in blood. The cut that Rick had created was shallow but still had caused a large amount of blood to come pouring out. Dammit. I step forward and shut the door slightly. Discreetly pushing Daryl crossbow down, hopefully out of sight of Irene.

"I'm fine Irene, there is no need to worry-"

She stepped forward, trying to peer into the house. "Who's that with you? Is Fatma with you? I thought I saw someone behind you-"

"N-no, she isn't. It's fine. I have guests, but they were just leaving. I'll talk to you later Irene. There is no reason to worry.-" Irene took a step or two forwards and let out a scream when she saw Daryl standing there with the crossbow not entirely hidden. "Wait, Irene! I can explain- Just stop. Calm down!" This whole fiasco is going to be the death of me. The woman looked terrified- as if she had seen a ghost. I look over at Daryl and he just looks confused and a little bit horrified. He's probably never had an elderly person scream at him like that before. Then again, if he's the thief I think he is- it's probably because he's never been caught.

"What's going on?!" She's panicking, she takes a few steps back, her eyes darting at the crossbow in his hands to his face and then back to my neck. It's not hard to figure out what she's assuming. Thank god Daryl's nose wasn't bleeding anymore. I take hold of Irene's hand in mine gently.

"Nothing is wrong, he's my friend- an idiot." my words are just stumbling out of my mouth. The clogs in my brain are churning. I don't want to expose these people behind me, not everything is really adding up, Daryl's look of sincere confusion is making me start to wonder.

"Then why are you bleeding?" Again, I have no idea what to say. An idea sparks to mind.

"It's fake." I turn to Daryl. He's giving me a questioning look. I look back at Irene and try to smile at her.

"Fake?" She repeats hesitantly, not entirely sure. This is when I heard Daryl's rough voice speak out.

"Yea, it's for a... Um" He looked at me, trying to find words which would excuse for the 'fake' blood.

"We're having a- um, a rehearsal!" I glanced over at Daryl. Thankfully he was the only one Irene could see. He was giving me a slightly confused look, his brow knitted together. Which quickly disbursed as his gaze returned to Irene. I gave him a look of desperation, hidden from Irene by my hair. I just hoped he would play along. Irene still looked puzzled. Her small brown eyes scanning my face, looking for any other signs that I wasn't alright.

"For what?" Her gaze switching from me to Daryl, looking genuinely interested.

"A play of.. " I look at Daryl again, unable to conjure up anything in that precise moment.

He just looks at me with his mouth slightly agape. He's stuttering. I can hear a faint mumbling from behind the door and he looks blankly at Irene, gruffly mumbling "Beauty and The Beast". In all honesty I'm rather surprised by this, I can hear someone giggling behind the door. At least someone finds this amusing.

"It's a modern day adaptation." I say smiling sweetly at her.

"Oh… I see. So who is this young man? Is he a friend of yours from the hospital?" She looks relatively calm now although her gaze is still fixed on Daryl.

"Urm no. He's from … this drama group I have started going to. You know the one over by the brickmakers- the pub. They have a sort of back room and a stage which we use." I am literally making up all of this on the spot- there is a brickmakers pub but no theatre groups which reside there.

"Name's Daryl." He nodded at her. She hadn't taken her eyes off him since the mention of it being a rehearsal, I'm not entirely sure if she believes us.

"An american? I hear that american men are quite the charmers." She smiling at him and I turn to look at him. He's bloody blushing. Looking shifty as hell looking anywhere but at Irene. Someone's clearly feeling uncomfortable. Okay, that's enough.

"Well Irene, we really need to get going but for what it's worth I am terribly sorry for scaring you, or causing any other distress." I looked over back at Daryl and gave him a stern stare. "apologize to her" I mouth at him.

"Yea, umm… I'm sorry Ma'am." His gaze shifted down from Irene to his feet. He looked like a pubescent teenager who didn't know what to do with himself.

"Don't worry my dears, I remember when I was your age. I took part in performances too and they were just as erotic as this one." She sighed looking down slightly before returning her gaze on a rather flustered Daryl and then me- giving me a wink. Erotic. Oh god, this woman had no idea how wrong she was. But then again I'm wearing a dressing gown and no doubt some cleavage is showing so I guess she was just going on appearances.

It took a few more reassuring words from both myself and Daryl to get her to go back inside to the comforts of her own house. "Well that was weird." I say as I shut the door and lean back against it. To my delight I see that Rick is no longer aiming his gun at my head.

"Ya tellin' me, bloody old girl's a perv." He mumbles as he rubs his face with his hands. " And you, what the fuckin' hell was that, eh?" he directs at a woman laughing behind Rick. She has long dark dreadlocks and a smooth chocolatey brown skin tone. I've got an impression that her names going to be Michonne.

"Nothing" She says, a wide grin spread across her face as she raised her hands defensively. I can't help but giggle- only to receive a death glare from Daryl. Beauty and The Best, good one. Rick cleared his throat impatiently not even slightly amused by the situation.

"Daryl, what did you see apart from the old woman."

"A clean road full o' houses, cars and lit up by street lamps. Don't look anythin like the area we were in from the back o' the house." Rick looked at him confused, as did the rest of them. Rick shifted so that his feet were further apart, his hand now resting on his hips and his brow knitted together.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, these houses have electric, are all made from red brick and some o' them are attached to each other. It's just different, the layout and everythin'. Don't seem right." Daryl walked over to Rick and carried on saying "And that old lady, definitely ain't 'merican." Rick shut his eyes as he pinched the brink of his nose.

"Could be like another woodbury" Rick said looking back at Daryl and also at the rest of the group. Daryl shook his head and leaned back on the wall, scratching his chin.

"Didn't see no walls, and if it was we got in here way too easy."

"So you're saying we are in England then?!" Rick raising his voice at Daryl, more aggressive than was necessary in my opinion. This man is a loose wire. I looked over at Daryl, I could see his frustration and anger building up on his face.

"How about we watch the news? That way you can see for yourself that you're in England and that there is no... apocalypse as you all put it." I spoke out, drawing Rick's attention away from Daryl.

"Pft, woman- you're really tickin' me off." Daryl growled. He shoved past me roughly which caused me to be pushed back against the wall. These people. The nerve. Here they are in my house and they're the ones throwing the accusations, threats and mean words. I walk past the living room into the kitchen and grab the phone, they're all looking at me as if I'm pulling up a lump of butter and shoving it to my ear.

"What?" They don't say anything in response. Just carry on looking at me as if I'm some fucking madman. "I have every right to call the police if after this you don't all get the fuck out." More silence, although this time I think they're all just really confused. "For fuck sake, just get in there and turn on the fucking TV." I could feel my blood starting to boil again. I have a bloody date and it was already getting onto 6:30. "How'd you all get in here anyway?" I say as I enter the living room. Although I can't help but pause as I see how dirty the baby looks. This is it. I've seriously had enough now. Enough games. This is fucking neglect. I turn the phone around in my hand and start punching in numbers. "I'm calling the police, that's it. It's one thing to break into someone's house, start threatening them and fighting them- but it's a whole other story when you bring a baby in here looking like that." At this Rick strolled back over to me and grabbed hold of my wrist tightly. I try and get him off by kicking him hard in the shin but I miss.

"Not again, fuck sake. Let's just talk this out" To my surprise it was the asian guy who spoke. Rick turned towards him, his grip loosening. "It's clear none of this makes sense for either of us. Now I think a good way of starting to sort this out is by introducing ourselves to each other." He looked around the room, looking at everyone before saying "Right, I'll start. I'm Glenn".

Sure you are. just like the chick beside you is going to be fucking Maggie. He turned towards her and nodded for her to continue. Slowly one by one they all said their names, going round in a circle. There was 14 of them; Rick, Daryl, Carl, Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Judith, Carol, Sasha, Tyreese, Bob, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene and Tara. They were all either sitting or standing. I hadn't spoken yet, I was still being restrained by Mr. Rick Grimes over here. I didn't want to anyway. This was obviously all a sick joke. They were all looking at me now, waiting for me to speak. I stared up at Rick and shook him off me, I took a few steps before the TV and grabbed the remote. I could feel every eye in the, now very cramped, room stare at me. I turned on the Tv and flicked it to the news channel, the BBC news to be exact. I could hear sharp intakes of breath as they all just stared now at the TV. I was watching all of them, their reactions. They were all really good actors, if I didn't know this was all a rouse I might have fallen for it. "My names Julie." I few heads turned around to face me some nodded and others just looked completely transfixed on the TV. It wasn't anything special it was just some news on random things both in the UK and in Europe, about the economy or something. I turn to leave the room and back into the kitchen, as both myself and Fatma are nurses we had a vast variety of medical kits which were stored in the cupboard closest to the door. I grabbed one and a torch from one of the cabinets on the other side of the kitchen. Might as well check to see if Daryl has a concussion, might do with the way I hit him. Just before I enter the living room again I grab the scales from the bathroom. It's my duty as a nurse to ensure that baby is healthy and clean before they leave. Which would include the young teen in there too. I switched off the TV after 10 minutes, every head in the room turning to stare at me. "Now as you can see you're all in England, you can all leave but I'm not letting you go before I check that baby over and Carl over there. They're kids and I won't stand for neglect." Not a word in response, nothing. Just blank empty faces staring back at me. Was this so hard to take in?

"Rick, what's going on?" It was Maggie who spoke, tears brimmed her eyes. Rick didn't say anything none of them did. They all looked like they were in shock. As if this was all too much for them to process.

Rick's eyes turned to mine and he advanced on me again, his hands gripping my shoulders. "This is some sick joke right? You think you're real funny don't you!" Judith's cries began again at the sound of Rick's raised voice. He shook me, his grip tightening. "Don't you!"

I screamed and tried to get away from him, dropping everything in my arms. Daryl pushed him off me and Glenn got out of his seat next to Maggie and stood between me and Rick, Daryl holding onto his arms. "Rick, you're not helping. Back off!" Glenn shouted at him. Rick stopped struggling with Daryl and stayed still. My knees gave in and I found myself on the floor completely shaken. "Haven't you hurt her enough already?" I could feel someone move behind me and help me up. I was guided out of the room and back towards the kitchen. One of the chairs was pulled out from beneath the table and I was guided to sit, which I did. My breaths were shaky and my heart was still thumping loudly in my ears. That man terrified me.

"Hey" a soft, gentle voice spoke. It was Carol sitting beside me at the table, her hand was still on my shoulder. She had a kind face and pale blue gentle, yet old eyes, her grey short hair was flicking out in slight curls. "Rick… can be a real dick sometimes... he's under a lot of stress which leads to him doing and saying irrational things. I've been on the receiving end too of one of his irrational outbursts." She paused for a moment and got up from the table and grabbed a bit of kitchen roll and ran in under the cold water tap. she came back to me after ringing it out a bit and started to clear up the blood. "Are you hurt anywhere else?". I shook my head. It was strangely nice having Carol here comforting me, almost mothering. I felt instantly relaxed with her, at least not everyone in that group wanted to physically push answers out of me although I'm sure that more than half of them wouldn't have gone anywhere near as far as Rick had. After Carol had cleaned up the blood the best she could she put the bloody kitchen roll piece in the bin.

"Carol, why don't you tell me something about yourself? Something about before the apocalypse." I try and make me voice as soft and kind as possible. I don't know what to believe but I need some proof and knowledge to go on if I am to believe these people are who they say they are.

Carol turned to look at me, her eyes narrowed slightly before she asked "Why?"

"Because I need to know who is currently in my house." Carol let out a big sigh and sat at the table in the chair across from me. She held her hands together and gazed down at them before looking back at me. I could see pain in her eyes.

"You have to understand that it was a rather… horrible time for me."

"How so?"

"Well I had a daughter then" She shut her eyes and I could feel the raw emotion roll over her, tears were now threatening to spill over the rims over her eyes. She swallowed before continuing "and I failed her." Her face darkened and I could see rage replace the sorrow that was there seconds ago. "But that bastard had what was coming to him, just wish I could of seen it- or done it myself."

"What happened to her?"

"What happened? Well the same thing that happened to most children in this hell of a world. I didn't need to say anymore, I already felt like I had said too much. "So what about you? Tell me something about you before hell rained it's ugly head on earth."

"I'm a nurse, I work at the hospital near here and as far as I know and I can say for England, we haven't had an apocalypse. What actually happened in err… this apocalypse of yours?" At that Carol just looked insulted, anger now scrunched her features.

"Well, Julie I take it that you're trying very hard to deny that there are walkers- the flesh eating undead-"

"What zombies?"

"Huh? what are zombies?" I looked at her and groaned slightly. My hands covering my face. Right. Sure, what are zombies, okay I'll play along.

"Why don't you just show me where you guys got in-" At that Daryl came bursting in the room with Glenn at his side.

"Urm, guys… we have a problem." Glenn spoke rather nervously.

"Walkers?" Carol spoke slightly alarmed and grabbed for her knife.

"Nah, better than that. Went out the back and it ain't the same place anymore. It's changed. The door is still smashed in from where we broke in but the land has changed." Daryl finished. Both men were in a state of shock, almost panting.

"Julie…" I looked up at her and her panicked eyes stared deeply into mine before asking "Are we really in England?" I returned her gaze, this was when I knew they were telling the truth, I could see raw emotion in her eyes. The years of horror that had swallowed her up and changed her into the woman she was today, the pain of losing her daughter Sophia. Just aged 11. The years of abuse before the apocalypse from her dead husband, Ed. These really were the people from the show and somehow they had ended up here. It was going to be hard for all of us to try and explain, not to mention get through all of this in one piece without going crazy. I guess I was stuck in the position of helping them all, getting them back on their feet so they could at least try to integrate back into society.

"Yes… we are."

AN: So.. What's going to happen now? Is Rick going to be understanding about all of this and will he and Julie get on? Will Julie end up going out to meet this mysterious 'dreamboat' Tom? Did any walkers follow the group into this world? Find out in the upcoming chapters!

Hehe… sorry got a bit carried away there. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I will try to update soon.