Deuce's group, along with The Roamers, continued to drive down the road in their military wagon. As they were driving, Eric and Deuce were chatting.

"So, Deuce, do you have any kids?" Eric asked Deuce.

Deuce shook his head.

"No kids. I'm 21, and I never had a girlfriend before." Deuce replied. "What about you?" He asked Eric.

"I don't have kids either. My brother Earl's got Ciara." He replied.

"Earl looks pretty young to be a father of a girl who's Ciara's age." Deuce replied.

"I know. She ran away from home because of personal issues with her biological parents. We found her and took her in because she told us her mother was depressed and unable to raise a child, and her father died when she was 8." Eric explained to Deuce.

"I see…Well, I hope she, Earl and the others are doing okay out there in this dismal world…" Deuce said.

"Me too." Eric said.

"Deuce, we need to stop the wagon to get supplies!" Kevin shouted from the back.

"Understood, we're stopping in this town up ahead!" Deuce said. The group stopped in a town. Everyone got out of the wagon and looked around.

"So, is there anything we need?" Deuce asked.

Gary held up a list.

"We need packaged food along with clean water." Gary replied.

"Okay." Deuce replied. "I'll go get those supplies together with Buford and Eric."

Gary nodded as Deuce, Buford and Eric walked into town. They found an abandoned store.

"Hey, look, an abandoned store. Maybe we'll find the supplies we need in here." Deuce said.

The threesome entered the store and saw that the shelves were still full.

"Do we have anything to carry this stuff in?" Buford asked.

"I got that backpack Toby found." Deuce replied. "Let's take as much as we can carry."

Eric and Buford nodded and they began looting the shelves and filling up the backpack with packaged food and bottles of clean water. Eventually, the backpack was filled up.

"Alright, the backpack's as full as it can get. Let's take this back to the rest." Deuce said as he put the heavy backpack on his back. Deuce, Eric and Buford then returned to the group.

"We got as much as we could carry." Buford told the group. Deuce then showed everything they got. Kevin smiled.

"This pleases me. Well done, guys." Kevin said.

"Now, what should we do next?" Deuce asked. "Should we take the wagon again or continue on foot?"

Kevin thought about it.

"I think we should continue on foot to save fuel." Kevin said.

"I don't like walking!" Pacifica complained.

"Look, Pacifica, I know walking sucks, but in this apocalypse, we don't have much of a choice. Fuel and vehicles are rare, and we should only drive when absolutely neccessary." Kevin explained to her.

Pacifica sighed. "Fine, we're walking."

The group then continued their trek towards Atlanta.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a black man wearing a black beanie, along with a white t-shirt and blue jeans was roaming the area on a horse. He had a hiking backpack on his back to store stuff in, and also had two pistols stored in holsters and a crowbar attached to his backpack. This was Wendell, Pacifica's husband and Toby's father. He was already in Atlanta, but it was deserted because it got overrun by Walkers.

"This is scary…What happened to this place?" Wendell said to himself.

"Hey, you. Over there on the horse." A male voice called out.

"Who's that?!" Wendell asked.

The person walked out of a deserted building. He was a man who appeared to be in his 50's. He wore a black tank top with a white and blue checkered shirt over it, along with a pair of stonewashed blue jeans. He also had grey hair.

"Me." The person said. "Are you okay?" He asked Wendell.

"Yeah, I am." Wendell said. "I'm Wendell Bradshaw, and I'm looking for my wife and son."

"Alright. I'm Rico Madden. I have a daughter named Nina and a nephew named Deuce. I'm not sure where Deuce is, to be honest, since I haven't seen him since the outbreak began."

Wendell nodded.

"I hope we find your nephew and my family soon." He said.

"Okay. Follow me, my daughter and some other survivors are in a makeshift camp we set up after Atlanta was overrun by Walkers." Rico told Wendell.

Wendell nodded and he followed Rico to the camp on his horse. Once they entered the camp, the other survivors in the camp looked at Wendell.

"Dad, who is this?" Nina asked.

"This is Wendell, I found him roaming around Atlanta on a horse." Rico explained to her.

"Are you sure he won't harm us, Rico?" A blonde woman asked.

"Well, if he tries to pull a stupid move, we'll just shoot him in the head, Gracie." Rico said to the blonde woman.

"I won't harm anyone as long as they treat everyone right." Wendell said to Rico.

Rico nodded.

"Alright. Well, welcome to our camp, Wendell." Rico replied. "Would you like a place to sleep?"

Wendell smiled and nodded. "Yes, I would like that very much." He said.

Rico nodded and gave Wendell an empty tent.

"Here you go, your own tent. We'll take care of your horse." Rico told Wendell.

"Thank you." Wendell said as he laid down in his tent and went to sleep.

Back with Deuce, his group and The Roamers, they were walking for as long as their legs could handle.

"Good thing I used to be a personal trainer, because walking can be very tiring if you do it for too long…" Pacifica said.

"Agreed, it can get pretty bad after you've walked for so long." Kevin stated.

"Well, as a former U.S. Private, I don't mind walking long distances. I've run distances in hot deserts, tropical jungles and flooded towns and I always got out alive." Deuce told the group.

"Well, let's continue our trek towards Atlanta. It should take us a few more days to get there if we keep pushing forward." Kevin said.

Everyone nodded and continued to walk towards Atlanta.

A few days later, the group finally got to Atlanta.

"We made it to Atlanta…" Pacifica groaned.

"What happened here? The place looks deserted!" Kevin commented.

"I suppose the place got overrun with Walkers." Eric commented.

"I guess we can only hope we'll find more survivors…" Tracey said.

The group walked through Atlanta, looking for any survivors. Suddenly, an old woman jumped out and aimed her pistol at the group.

"Don't try anything funny, ladies and gentlemen, or I will be forced to put you all down!" The woman exclaimed.

"We won't harm you, ma'am! Relax!" Kevin replied.

"If you say so…" The woman replied. "My name is Carmen Valentine. Who are you?"

"The name's Kevin Clinton." Kevin replied. "These are Buford Wilson, Gary Falcone, Thomas Grimes, Joan Black and Tracey White."

"I'm Deuce Madden. These are Pacifica and Toby Bradshaw, along with Eric and Casey Rogers." Deuce introduced his part of the group.

"Madden? Bradshaw? What a coincedence, we have a few Maddens and a Bradshaw in our camp."

"Really?! That means my husband is alive!" Pacifica said.

"Really?! You've got Maddens?! That means my Uncle Rico and Cousin Nina are alive too!" Deuce said.

"I can take you to our camp. Follow me." Carmen told the group. Everyone then walked to the camp. Once they entered the camp, Rico and Deuce looked at each other and their eyes widened.

"Deuce?!" Rico said, surprised.

"Uncle Rico!" Deuce said.

The two ran up to each other and gave each other a hug.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" Rico cheered.

"Same here!" Deuce cheered. "Is Nina alive too?" He asked.

"Yes. Nina! Deuce is here!" Rico called.

Nina immediately ran over and hugged Deuce as well.

"Oh, Deuce! I'm so glad you're okay, cousin!" Nina said.

"Same here, cousin." Deuce happily said.

"Hey, what's going on?" Wendell asked. He suddenly saw Pacifica and Toby.

"Pacifica! Toby!" He exclaimed.

"Honey!" Pacifica called.

"Dad!" Toby called.

The Bradshaw Family ran up to each other and gave each other a hug.

"Oh, we were so worried…" Pacifica said, holding back her tears.

"I was worried about you too…" Wendell said.

"I'm glad to see you again, dad…" Toby said.

"Well, welcome to our Atlanta Camp." Rico told everyone.

"Thank you, Uncle Rico." Deuce said. "But what happened to Atlanta?"

"Well, Atlanta got overrun by Walkers, and a bunch of survivors who got here afterwards, including Nina and me set up a makeshift camp. And that's the camp we're in right now." Rico explained.

"I see…" Deuce said. "So, what's the plan now?"

"Well, we could go and try to visit the Center for Disease Control and Prevention. They were trying to create a cure for the outbreak there." Rico told Deuce.

"Alright, but first, we want to rest for a bit. We went through a lot to get here." Eric said.

Rico nodded at Eric. "Well, rest all you want. When you feel like you're ready to go to the CDC, let me know." He said.

Later that night, Deuce was lying in a tent with Wendell and Toby.

"So you protected my wife and son while I was out in this dismal world?" Wendell asked Deuce.

"Yep. I stumbled across your home and I found your wife there. She then introduced me to your son and then we traveled all the way here with another group." Deuce told Wendell.

"I see. I owe you big time for protecting my family for me. Your name is Deuce, right?" Wendell asked Deuce again.

"Yep. And you're Wendell?" Deuce replied.

"Yes." Wendell said.

"You're a pretty cool guy." Deuce said.

"Thank you. You too." Wendell said.

"Deuce is teaching me how to shoot." Toby told his father.

"Ah, good. It's important to know how to defend yourself in this post-apocalyptic world, son." Wendell said. "You're going to kick those Walkers' butts, I know it."

Toby smiled. "Alright, good night." He said.

The three then went to sleep.