We drove down the road in a peaceful silence. "There's something I gotta do before we leave for Atlanta, is that alright?" Rick asked. I nodded. We pulled up to the street that we saw the walker that her legs was gone; The first Walker we saw. Rick looked at me. "Do you went to come with me?" He asked. I nodded and we both got out.

We both looked for the half-walker. We found it. It was pulling itself along, pitifully and I felt the urge to cry but I didn't. We walked up along side it and then Rick kneeled next to it as it spotted him.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," Rick said to the Walker. He pulled out his Python and put the legless woman out of her misery by shooting her in the head. Just like before, I watched it's head jerked back and the blood painted the grass.

I took the Sheriff's hat out of my head as a respect for the dead walker. I knew that emotion building in Rick. I kneeled down beside Rick and put my hand on his shoulder, swallowing. "It's going to be alright, Rick," I spoke for the first time.

He turned to look at me, shocked. Then he pulled me to a fatherly hug. I hugged back for a moment before we pulled away and he pulled me to my feet as he got up as well. He took my hand and we walked back to the car as I put the hat back on my head.

I was about to get inside the car but stopped when I heard Rick, "I need to tell you something." I closed the door and looked at him as I frowned.

"What?" I asked.

He took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips before dropping them to his sides. "Your Mom . . . I'm sorry. She's dead," He said softly. I opened my mouth but nothing came out as I just stared at him. Dead? My Mom is Dead?

"W-What?" I asked.

"She was at the house. In her room, I saw the bite. I put her down," He said. Tears fell down my face and Rick pulled me to a tightly hug. "I'm sorry," He whispered as I cried on his chest. We pulled away and he took a hold of my face. "We'll fine you Dad and brother, okay?" He promised.

I nodded slightly and he wiped away my tears and put the hat back on my head, that I didn't knew that felled off.

... ...

We been driving for a hour or so. I don't really knew how long. Rick was broadcasts on the radio over an emergency channel. "Broadcasting on emergency channel. Will be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85. Anybody reads, please respond." No one answered. "Hello. Hello. Can anybody hear my voice?" No one answered. "Anybody out there? Anybody hears me, please respond." No one answered. "Hello, can you hear my voice? Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear my voice?" Again, no one. "Can you hear my voice? Anybody who reads, please respond. Broadcasting on emergency channel. Will be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85. Anybody reads, please respond."

I sighed, "Rick, no one can hear you," I said. Rick sighed and nodded in agreement. Then he chuckled. "What?" I asked with a smile.

"I feel like my voice starting to annoy you," He said.

I giggled a little, "Yeah, a little bit," I said and he laughed.

... ...

I felled a sleep and after a while, Rick shook me up. I looked around and saw that we stopped in the middle of the road. "Why did we stop?" I asked.

"We ran out of gas," He replied and pulled a photograph that he had of his family off of the window.

We both got out of the car. Rick walked to the trunk and handed me my bag. I slipped it over my shoulder as Rick pulled out the bag of guns and a gas can and then we set off.

After a few minutes, we got to a house. "Hello? Police officer out here," Rick said as he put down the bag of guns. "Can we borrow some gas?" He walked to the door. He looked at me, "Stay here." I nodded. He put the gas can on the ground before he started to walk again to the door. " Hello? Anybody home?" Rick asked and he knocked on the door.

Rick looked inside and saw something, because after a few seconds, he moved away from the window and looked sick. "What is it?" I asked. Rick shook his head to me, telling me not to look. We saw a truck and Rick walked over to it. But there are no keys. Then I looked around and heard a noises. I spotted a brown horse. "Rick?" I said and he looked at the horse too.

Rick and I looked at each other and then back at the horse. Rick walked over to them and the horse made noises again. Rick held up his hand, "Easy now, easy. I'm not gonna hurt you. Nothing like that. More like a proposal. Atlanta's just down the road ways. It's safe there. Food, shelter, people, other horses too, I bet. How's that sound?" I smiled as Rick wrapped the harness around the horse. "There we go. Good boy. Good boy. Now come with me. Come with me," Rick said and he led the horse out of the stable.

"I don't know how to ride a horse," I admitted.

"Not to worry," Rick told me. "I will teach you." He got the horse ready for the trip. Rick help me to sit on the horse before he sat behind me. We rode the horse down the fields. "So far, everything's okay, see?" Rick asked with a smile.

"Did you rode a lot?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I haven't done this for years," Rick replied. Then the horse took off running. "Easy. Easy, boy. Easy, easy, easy." He calmed the horse down.

"That's my first time. And I'm terrified," I admitted with a little nervous chuckle.

Rick laughed a little, "Don't worry, everythings okay. He's just happy to get out." I sighed yet still a little nervous, but nodded a little.

... ...

I think it's been an hour or so when my stomach rumbled a bit. "I'm a bit hungry. Do you think there is a gas station around?" I asked.

"There is one. We get to it. I'm a bit hungry too," Rick said. After a few minutes Rick spoke again, "There it is."

He pointed at the distance, on the side of the road, there was a gas station. "Do you think there is something to eat there?" I asked.

"Maybe. let's looked, but we'll have to be very careful," He said and I nodded. "Here, take this," He said as he pulled out a hunting knife before holding it out to me.

"What about you?" I asked.

"I've got mine," He replied and I took the knife. I strapped it around my waist. I looked at Rick and saw that he had the same knife as the one he gave me.

When we got to the gas station, Rick got off the horse first, then he helped me off before he tied the horse up to the fences that surrounded part of the gas station. Me and Rick hopped over the fence and we got to the other side. Rick turned to me, "Stay close to me, and remember, it's gotta be the head."

I nodded and we looked around before walking slowly towards the front doors. Rick looked through the windows doors. He pushed the doors open and we waited to see if there was something there. After a few moments of standing still, nothing came.

We entered slowly and quietly into the station. From the first glance it looked as the entire store was empty, but after the second look I realized it wasn't so much.

I followed Rick around the store. There was no Walkers here. Rick looked at me and nodded. I walked around the store while Rick walked to a different direction. I found five bottles of water and twelve bags of beef jerky. I put them all in my bag.

I walked back to the front door where Rick was waiting for me. "Find anything good?" Rick asked.

"Five bottles of water and twelve bags of beef jerky," I replied as we walked out. We got on our horses and continued to ride as we eat a little.

... ...

The closer we got to Atlanta, the more nervous I got. The entire left side of the highway was pack with thousand cars that have been wrecked or abandoned. "Rick, look at all the cars on the other side. Why so many people were trying to leave?" I asked.

"Don't worry. Everything's fine," Rick said. We continued to ride to the city. Rick must have noticed how nervous I was because he changed the subject, "What your blood type?"

I looked at him confused but I answered, "A+"

"Mine too," Rick said with a small smile. It actually made me smile and he continued, "My son also A+."

"My Dad A+ too," I said.

"Are you close to your father?" He asked and I nodded.

"He's my best friend. So is Daniel," I said with a smile. "I think you and my Dad will be great friends when we'll find him and Danny."

Rick laughed, "I hope so."

When we finally entered the city, we saw the streets were abandoned and there was trash everywhere. We rode down the street where there were helicopters, cars, and even a tank wrecked along the road. We rode past a bus and some of the Walkers saw us. They get up and started to walk toward us.

"It's just a few. Nothing we can't outrun," Rick said. We rode past them and rode down the street. We looked up on the tank and saw a dead body that was being pecked at by crows and we rode past it as I looked around nervous. "It's okay," Rick told me and I gave him a small nod.

I looked around as we continued. Suddenly, the horse took off forward, and when we turned at a corner, there was a lot of Walkers. All of them stopped and looked at us. I gasped and Rick turned our horse back down the street we came from as the Walkers followed us. We come across another huge group of Walkers. We struggled to get away but we were trapped.

Suddenly, both Rick and I falled off our horses and started to crawl away from them. A Walker was coming up to me and Rick kicked it away from me. Some of the Walkers were eating the horse. "Run!" Rick said. I ran to the tank and climbed up onto it. Some Walkers followed me and I ducked down the hatch. I sealed it behind me and then I panic.

Rick! Where is Rick?

Then I heard gunshots under the tank. Was that him? What was he doing under it? I looked around the bottom of the tank. There had to be another hatch around here. And there was!

I yanked the hatch open and Rick looked up. I helped him inside and then I shut the hatch and locked it. We both sat there, breathing heavily. I was about to speak but then I noticed a dead soldier next to Rick and it moved. It was a Walker. "Watch out!" I yelled and then quickly pulled out my knife and stabbed the Walker in the head.

Rick looked at the dead walker and then back at me and nodded. "You okay?" He asked. I gave a small nod. This was my first killing. I just killed someone that was a person.

I looked at Rick and frowned slightly. "Where's the bag?"

"It's there, outside," He replied.

"How are we going to get out?" I asked.

"I'll think of something" Rick replied. He looked at the dead walker and grabbed the dead soldier's gun.

We started to look around the tank and just then, the radio in the tank started to make static sounds. I was shocked to hear a voice of a man on the other, "Hey, you. Dumbass. Hey, you two in the tank . . ."

"Cozy in there?"