The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was that I was in a softer bed. Then my eyes grew wide as I remembered everything that happened. I jumped out of the bed and walked quietly toward the door. I tried to open it but it didn't opened. I tried again but still nothing.

I was locked!

I started banging on the door, hoping someone will open the door. I felt pain in my hands so I stopped and saw that they were red. I backed away from the door and my back hit a wall, and I slid down.

Where was Rick?

After a moment I saw the door opened. I saw it was Rick. He wasn't wearing his hospital gown anymore. He was wearing a white shirt and a blue jeans. He rushed over to me, "Are you okay?" He asked with concern as he pulled me to a hug. I wrapped my arms around him tightly as I shook my head.

I pulled away and showed him my red hands. He looked at them and then looked at the stranger that was at the doorway. "I'll get the first aid kit," The stranger said and left.

Rick pulled me off the floor and sat me down on the bed. "Let me see your hands," He ordered. I hold my hands out so he could see and he took them in his. After the man got back with the aid kit and Rick took care of my hands, I felt a lot better. "Better?" Rick asked. I nodded my head and he put the supplies back in the kit. As Rick was doing that, the man came in, slowly.

"I'm sorry," He said to me before looking between me and Rick, "I know you both probably angry and confused. But once I explain what's going on, you'll understand. Neither of you know what's going on, am I right?" Rick and I shook our heads. "Then I'll explain over dinner. You both look hungry, come downstairs," He said and left with his son. Rick and I looked at each other and then we both followed.

Rick and I looked around. "This place, it's Fred and Cindy Drake's," Rick said.

The man shook his head, "Never met them."

"I've been here," Rick said. "This is their place."

"It was empty when we got here," The man said. I walked to pull the blankets on the windows back. "Don't do that," The man said and I looked at him as I dropped my hand. "They'll see the light. There's more of them out there than usual," He informed and he walked to the table, " I never should have fired that gun today. The sound draws them, now they're all over the street. Stupid, using a gun. It all happened so fast, I didn't think." He sat on the table with his son.

Rick and I walked over. "You shot that man today," Rick said.

"Man?" The man repeated.

"It weren't no man," The kid protested.

"What the hell was that out of your mouth just now?" The man scolded.

"It wasn't a man," The kid corrected.

"You shot him," Rick told him. "In this street, out front, a man."

"Friend, you need glasses. It was a Walker. Come on. Sit down, before you fall down. Here. Eat," The man said.

Rick and I sat down and the boy looked at his father. "Daddy." He started and we looked at him. "Blessing . . ."

"Yeah," The man agreed softly with a nod. He held his hand to me and I took it as he took his son's. Rick held mine and the kid's. "Lord, we thank Thee for this food. Thy blessings. And we ask You to watch over us in these crazy days. Amen."

"Amen," The kid said and then we started to eat.

"I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Morgan and this is my son, Duane," The man, Morgan introduced.

"I'm Rick and this is Quinn," Rick introduced.

"Do you two know about the dead people?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah, we saw a lot of that. Out on the loading dock, hauling trucks," Rick answered.

"No," Morgan told us, shaking his head. "Not the one's they put down. The one's they didn't. The Walkers. Like the one I shot today. 'Cause he would have ripped into you. Try to eat you, take some flesh at least. Well, I guess if this is the first you're hearing, I know how it must sound."

"They're out there now?" Rick asked. "In the street?"

"Yeah," Morgan answered. "They get more active after dark sometimes. Maybe it's the cool air or . . . Hell, maybe it's just me firing up that gun today. But, we'll be fine as long as we stay quiet. Probably wander off by morning. But, listen, one thing I do know, don't you get bit." He looked at Rick. "I saw your bandage and that's what we were afraid of. Bites kill you. The fever burns you out. But then after a while . . . You come back."

"Seen it happen," Duane told us.

Rick and I looked at Duane, and he looked down.

Morgan rubbed Duane's shoulder. "Come on."

The four of us continued eating quietly.

... ...

Third Person POV
After they all eat, they were at the living room. Quinn was sitting with Rick on a mattress while Morgan and Duane sat on the other mattress. Duane was sleeping next to his father. Quinn's head was resting on Rick's chest and his arms was wrapped around her with his head was resting on top of hers.

"Carl . . ." Morgan trailed off. "He your son? Well, you said his name today."

"He's a little younger, than your boy," Rick told him.

"And he's with his mother?" Morgan asked.

"I hope so," Rick replied.

Morgan looked at the girl that was sleeping on Rick's chest. "And Quinn? How did you two meet?"

"In the hospital," Rick answered. "We woke up at the same time. Only she was in a coma longer then me."

"How long?" Morgan asked.

"Two years," Rick replied.

Morgan sighed quietly and looked at Quinn sadly. "What happened? I didn't hear her talk."

Rick looked at Quinn and then back at the man. "I think it's because you locked her in the room. She was in two years coma, she's scared."

Morgan nodded slightly. "Dad?" Duane started, waking up a little.

"Hey," Morgan told him.

"Did you ask him?" Duane asked and he fell asleep again.

Morgan looked at Rick. "Your gunshot, we've got a little bet going. My boy says you're a . . . bank robber," Morgan said, making himself and Rick to chuckle.

"Yeah . . ." Rick told him. "That's me. Deadly as Dillinger. Kapow. Sheriff's deputy."

Morgan nodded. "Uh-huh."

Then, a car alarm outside started going off making Duane and Quinn to wake up. Morgan calm Duane down, who in panic, "Hey, it's okay, Daddy's here. It's nothing. One of them must've bumped a car," He reassured.

"Are you sure?" Rick asked, slowly starting to stand up.

"Happened once before," Morgan told him. "Went off a few minutes." Rick stood up. Morgan grabbed his gun, standing up. "Get the light, Duane."

Quinn POV
We all dim the lights and then looked outside. There were several of them, Walkers, that what Morgan called them, walking around outside. "It's the blue one, down the street. Same one as last time. I think we're okay."

"That noise . . ." Rick trailed off. "Won't it bring more of them?"

"Nothing to do about it now." Morgan told him. Duane walked under me, Rick and Morgan, looking outside. "Just have to wait 'em out till morning."

"She's here," Duane said and I looked at him confused.

"Don't look," Morgan told him. "Get away from the windows." Duane kept looking. "I said go. Come on."

Duane walked away from the window, jumping to his mattress, starting to cry.

Morgan followed him, quickly wrapping his arms around him. "Duane. Duane, quiet now. Come on. Quiet now. Shh, shh." I looked out the window again and saw a female walking close to the house. Was she Duane's mother and Morgan's wife? I saw Rick walked towards the door and looked out the peephole. Morgan handed Duane a pillow. "It's okay, here. Cry into the pillow. Do you remember? Shh. Shh."

I walked over to Rick but stopped when I saw the doorknob turned to left and right, but it doesn't open since it's shut. Rick saw it the doorknob moved too. He stepped away from the door and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the mattress.

"She, uh . . ." Morgan trailed off. "She died in the other room, on that bed." He shook his head. "There was nothing I could do about it. That fever, man, her skin gave off heat like a furnace. I should've - I should've put her down, man. I should've put her down. I know that, but, I . . . You know what? I just didn't have it in me. She's the mother of my child."

Rick wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer as we watched the doorknob continued to turn left and right.