The next morning, Rick convinced Morgan to come with us to his house. We all walked outside. It's looked quiet but then there was a Walker lying against the fence. Rick turned to Morgan. "Are we sure they're dead? I have to ask at least one more time."

"They're dead. Except for something in the brain," Morgan said as we all walked. "That's why it's gotta be the head." The Walker got up and started walking toward Rick. He smashed it in the head several times with the baseball bat.

The Walker falled to the ground and so did Rick. I rushed over to Rick's side and kneeled down beside him. I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me and nodded, giving me 'I'm alright' nod. "Y'all all right?" Morgan asked.

"Need a moment," Rick replied as I helped him up to his feet.

Rick led the way to his house, which it wasn't far. We walked into the house. "They're alive. My wife and son. At least they were when they left," Rick said.

"How can you know?" Morgan asked. "By the look of this place -"

"I found empty drawers in the bedroom. They packed some clothes. Not a lot. But enough to travel," Rick said.

"You know anybody could've broken in here and stolen clothes, right?" Morgan asked.

"You see the framed photos on the walls?" Rick asked, looking around. Morgan looked around. "Neither do I. Some random thief took those too, you think? Our photo albums, family pictures, all gone." They continued to talk as I walked around the house.

I noticed a piano in the living room and a small smile break out across my face. I walked over to the piano and touched the keys. It felt like forever that I saw a piano or even played it. "Quinn," I heard Rick's voice and I turned around and walked over to the three.

Rick walked to the kitchen and I saw him grabbed a set of keys from a cabinet. "What about her? Will she go with you?" Morgan asked Rick, making him look at me.

"I will like to," He said. "What do you think, Quinn? Do you went to come to Atlanta with me?" I nodded my head and he smiled.

"So where we going now?" Duane asked.

"Quinn live here, too. You went to go and see your house?" Rick asked me and I nodded. "Led the way," He said and we walked out of his house.

After 10 minutes, we got to my house. Rick and Morgan were in the front and Rick opened the door. It was quiet. Too quiet. My house never like that. We all looked around the first floor. There was a second floor.

I saw my house phone and there were two Voice Mails there. I decided start it. 'Hey, this is Sarah, Paul, Daniel and Quinn. Leave a message and we will get back to you.' Mom said and I was happy to hear her voice.

'Maybe.' It was my voice.

First voice message: 'Hey, mom, it's Daniel. Listen Dad and I are going to have to stay in a Atlanta for more. Dad didn't finish his business here yet. We'll probably be home in four days. Call us and tell us how's Quinn.'

Second voice message: 'Hey honey, it Paul. We got to hold up here . . . I really don't know what's going in. Can you go to the hospital and see how is Quinn? Call me.'

It ended. I looked away from the phone and saw Rick, Morgan and Duane were listening to it as well. Rick picked up a picture of me and my family and after a moment he placed it back. "Come on. Let's look around," Rick told us. I saw the stairs to the second floor and walked up the stairs.

I looked at the hallway and I walked between the rooms. I spotted my door at the end and slowly walked towards it. I touched the doorknob and turned it around slowly. I opened the door and saw my room was okay. I walked in and looked around it.

I walked slowly to my well that had my pictures with my friends and family. It was two years ago. A fear fell down my cheek and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw it was Rick. He looked at the pictures and then at me. "We need to go. We'll find your family," He said and I nodded "Grab some clothes, okay?"

He left the room as I walked to my Wardrobe with my bag and grabbed some clothes. After that I put on my black boots. I spotted my camera and grabbed it. I put it in my bag and some pictures and closed the bag.

I saw Rick walking back as I was at the doorway. He looked sad, very sad. Did he find something? "Come on," Rick said and we walked downstairs to Morgan and Duane. We all walked out of my house and climbed into Morgan's car.

We got to the Police Station, where Rick was working. We all entered the sheriff's office and walked into the locker room. Rick turned on the shower. "Gas lines have been down for maybe a month," Morgan said.

"The station's got its own propane system. Pilot's still on." Rick replied and looked at me. "Quinn, you will shower first." He patted my shoulder and I nodded. I watched the three walking out the room and Rick closed the door. I put the bag down and opened it. I pulled out a new set of clothes and undressed from my dirty clothes and put them a side. I got into the shower and enjoyed the nice and hit shower.

Third Person POV
While Quinn was in the shower, Rick, Morgan and Duane were waiting outside the room. "I saw her Mom," Rick spoke. Morgan and Duane looked at him, confused. "Quinn's Mom. I saw her in the house."

"Dead?" Morgan asked.

Rick looked down, "In Quinn's parents' room. I saw a bite on her arm and she was on the bad. She looked at me as I walked in. I had to kill her before Quinn will see her."

"You put her out of her misery. She was dead," Morgan said.

"I didn't tell Quinn. She doesn't know yet," Rick said.

"She needs to know," Morgan said.

Rick nodded slightly. "I know."

Quinn POV
After 3 or 5 minutes, I got out and put on my new clothes and put on my boots. I walked out and the three man smiled. "Did it feel good?" Rick asked, smiling. I nodded and let them walked in the room to get a shower.

I sat next to the door outside. After a few seconds, I heard Morgan and Duane.

"Oh, my Lord."

"Hot water!"

"That feels good, right?" I smiled as I listened to the father and son.

After a few minutes, the three man walked out, wearing clean clothes. Rick was wearing his uniform and I saw that he shaved his beard. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Come on," Rick said and we all walked away from the room.

We got to a gun room. "A lot of it's gone missing," Rick said and he picked up a rifle. Rick handed me a gun, "You know how to use it?" He asked. I nodded and took it. My Dad taught me and Daniel how to use weapons.

"Dad, can I learn to shoot?" Duane asked. "I'm old enough."

"Hell yes, you're going to learn, but we've got to do it carefully, teach you to respect the weapon," Morgan told him.

"That's right. It's not a toy. You pull the trigger, you have to mean it. Always remember that, Duane," Rick said.

"Yes, sir," Duane said.

Rick handed Morgan a rifle. "Take that one. Nothing fancy. Scope's accurate," Rick said. Morgan took the rifle and studied it. I helped Rick with the guns and put them inside of a bag. Rick grabbed a Sheriff's hat and put it on my head. I smiled and he smiled back.

We walked outside the police station and reached to a police car. "Conserve your ammo. Goes faster than you think. Especially at target practice," Rick said.

"Duane," Morgan started.

"Uh-huh?" Duane asked.

Morgan held out the bag. "Take this to the car."

"Okay," Duane told him, talking the bag, walking toward their car that was close to the police car.

Rick looked at Morgan. "You sure you won't come along with us?"

"A few more days," Morgan told us. "By then, Duane will know how to shoot and I won't be so rusty."

Rick opened the police car door and pulled out a walkie-talkie, he gave Morgan. "You've got one battery. I'll turn mine on a few minutes every day at dawn. You get up there, that's how you'll find us."

"You think ahead," Morgan told him.

"Can't afford not to," Rick told him. "Not anymore."

"Listen, one thing," Morgan told him. "They may not seem like much one at a time, but in a group all riled up and hungry." Duane came back. "You a good man, Rick. I hope you'll find your wife and son." Morgan and Rick shook hands.

Morgan looked at me. "Hope you'll find your family too, Quinn. It was nice to meet you," He said and we both shook hands. He looked at Rick, "Take good care of her."

Rick smiled a little and nodded his head before looking at Duane. "Be seeing you, Duane. Take care of your old man," He said as he and the kid shook hands.

"Yes, sir," Duane said with a smile. Before we could leave, Morgan looked over and we all looked at the direction he was looking. We saw a Walker, growling.

"Leon Basset?" Rick asked, confused. The Walker walked closer but the fence stopped it from getting closer. "Didn't think much of him. Careless and dumb, but . . . Can't leave him like this."

"You know they'll hear the shot," Morgan told him.

"Let's not be here when they show up," Rick said and walked over to the Walker.

"Let's go, son. Come on," Morgan said to his son.

"Bye, Quinn," Duane said to me. I smiled and he smiled back before he and Morgan rushed to their car. I looked back at Rick and saw he approached the Walker.

Rick pulled out his Colt Python and put it up to it's head. Then he pulled the trigger. I stood there and watched as it's head flew back and the blood splattered everywhere. The Walker slowly fell to the ground, his fingers dragged along the fence. Rick walked back to me and nodded. We both walked to the police car. Rick climbed to the driver seat and I climbed in the passenger seat.

As Morgan took the right direction and we took the left, Morgan beeped his horn several times as he drove away.

"Quinn, push this button a couple of times," Rick said, pointing to a button. I pushed the button twice and giggled as the siren went off. Rick looked over at me and smiled.