A/N: So, Lilly has arrived at Howe's Superstore. What waits for her there? Will she stay? Or will she leave and go to Chattanooga? Read on to find out.

Lilly's POV

Well, here it is, the place Tavia told me about, it's right in front of me. So do I drive up to the entrance, or walk? Maybe I should walk over to it considering I am a new person, they might think I had a bomb in the car.

I take the food, water, meds and gas with me and get out of the car. Well, this is heavier than I thought. Don't worry, I'm only walking a few metres. I haul everything on my back and close the door to the car. I start to walk myself over to what I think is the entrance to say the least.

As I'm walking, I can see a few bloodstains on the ground, it doesn't seem like walkers to me, walkers don't cause splattering. I try to ignore the fact that there is blood on the ground and carry on walking towards the entrance.

As I get to the gate, no one is there. Seems kind of odd to have such a big place and not even have anyone guarding it. I knock on the gate, hopefully getting somebody's attention. Thankfully it did, a guy wearing some camouflage and hair up like the Beatles. He seems to have an angry look on his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked me. Quite the first impression I see.

"Is there a woman named Tavia here?" I asked the 'nice' man. He looked at me all confused, a look I am all too familiar with.

"She's out collecting people," he responded to me. "Why?"

"She told me about this place," I started. "When she asked me to join, I originally said no and she left. Not before telling me about this place and where it was, so I decided to check it out for myself."

"Why didn't you go with her?" The man asked me.

"Well, I was part of another group that didn't end so greatly for me, and the thought of being with another group was kinda strange." I told him, truthfully.

"You'll need to be interviewed by our leader," he said to me. "He's upstairs, this way." He said, opening the gate. He opened his arms out to lead me the way. As I walked in front for a second he shut the gate. "The name's Troy." Great, now we're officially acquainted.

"Lilly," I responded. "So, who is this guy who's interviewing me?" I had to ask him, I should probably know his name before I might start living here.

"His name's Bill," he said to me, "But some people prefer to call him 'Carver.'" Pretty odd, but hey, I don't judge, I was in a group where a man nicknamed his own son 'Duck.' "I don't know if it will be him or not, it might be someone else because he has got a pretty tight schedule."

"Okay, then." I said, awkwardly. How does a man in the apocalypse have a tight schedule?

Out of nowhere, Troy turned to his right and I saw a big warehouse, full of people, more people than I have seen in a while, and they weren't even dead. A lot of crates and wood lying around everywhere, but most importantly they had a lot of food. I mean a shit ton of it. Troy led me to a set of stairs.

"At the top, first door to your left," he said, before leaving me on my own. I walked up the steps, reaching closer to the top.

I got to the top of the stairs and saw the door Troy mentioned. I turned the door knob slowly and entered. A man, quite tall, wearing an orange, long-sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, was sitting on a desk with a machete next to the table. He looked up at me and motioned for me to sit down.

"Hey, I'm Luke," he introduced himself. "And you are are?" His hand did a motion to let me know I could speak.

"Lilly," I responded, placing myself on the chair in front of his desk and placing my belongings on the ground next to me. "Nice place you got here."

"Thanks, not mine," he started. "I'm filling in just so Carver can get some work done." He had a note pad and a pen with him, like a real interview. "So, have you been in a group before?"

I gulped, I think he noticed. "Yes, I was." He did that hand motion again, but this time, telling me to carry on. "I was in Macon, with a group of just a few people at first, our group then added two people to our group, and from then on, shit happened, lost more people and I got kicked out." Kind of lying there, but I had no other choice.

"Why did you get kicked out?" It was more like an interrogation than an interview, but what else can I do? He just stared at me, trying to look intimidating,

"During a breakdown, I shot someone in the head." I said, trying not to make it as such a big deal as it really was, which I am now thinking was kind of a bad thing.

"You shot someone in the head?" He asked me. I just nodded my head. "Any particular reason you shot that specific person?" I shook my head slowly. He started to write something down on his pad and paper.

"I am fully stable," I told him. "I, in some way, lead the group, though some people didn't like it." He looked at me as if he understood. "Let's just say, that what I did, I regret it greatly, but we had already been through some pretty messed up shit."

"Haven't we all?" He asked me.

"Not to the extent we did," I told him. Then, yet again, he did his hand motion. "At first, we were all in Macon, my dad had a heart attack, thankfully it wasn't fatal, we then went to a motor inn and stayed there for over three months. We met two new people, Mark and Ben. Mark wasn't with is for too long. We went to a dairy farm and they hacked Mark's legs off and tried to feed him to us." As I said this, Luke widened his eyes in shock. It was like I was telling the same story over and over again, like when I was in the car talking to Bonnie.

"That's all I need to hear." He said to me. "You do seem like you know what your doing, and I must admit, you have been though some damning shit. Do you really want to be here?" He asked. I was curious as to what he meant by that, I mean I assume he meant do I want to stay here, but I have a feeling he meant 'here.'

"What do you mean?" I asked awkwardly.

"This place," he stopped to look at the microphone on the table, he went up to it to make sure it was turned off. It was. "This place is very dangerous. Carver can be nice at times, but their have been instances where he has cracked." I looked at him as if he was crazy, but I was still listening to every word he said. "If I was you, I'd get out of here now. I wish I could, but I've been here for too long, they'll know something is wrong." I was so confused right now, wasn't this guy meant to persuade me to stay here, not dissuade me?

I slowly nodded. "How do I get outta here?" I asked him. He pointed up. I looked to where he was pointing and I saw skylight. Well, this is going to be fun. "How do I get down?"

"There's a ladder on the north side of the building, you'll find it, but watch out, their should be a guard up there doin' his patrols." I think I got all of it, but not to cause a nuisance, I didn't ask him twice.

I climbed on top of a locker and opened the skylight, not to much just so I don't get noticed. Before leaving I looked down at Luke. "Which side is north?" I seemed stupid, but it was needed. He pointed to my right, so when I get out I should turn left.

I got out and closed the skylight, I walked around, doesn't seem to be any patrols around here, so I should just carry on going. I realise that the ladder Luke mentioned was at the entrance. I walk up to the ladder and start to climb down it. Hopefully that Troy guy isn't waiting there. I get to the bottom and realise that it has part of a gate being formed, but it wasn't made fully yet. I think their making a prison or something here, but I should run now, just so I don't get followed.

I see my car in the distance and get inside, good thing I grabbed onto my food and stuff earlier. I hotwired it again and carried on driving.

I can't believe it, I was there for less than ten minutes and I was already being told that this place is lead by an insane person. Well at least it's over now, no more drama from that place. Just carry on driving north, Lilly, you'll find a place to go eventually. Just keep driving.

Next stop, Chattanooga, hopefully it isn't full of crazy people, or walkers. I can't decide which ones are worse, just as bad as each other.

A/N: What awaits for Lilly in Chattanooga? Will it be full of nice people, or will it be full of walkers and bandits? Just wait for Chapter 6.

I know this chapter felt kinda short, it was only because I had a limited time to write this, whilst all the ideas were flowing in my head. Hope you enjoyed.