We got inside a building. We rushed outside and Glenn pulled out a walkie-talkie. "I'm back. Got a guy and a girl plus four geeks in the alley."

We got down another staircase to a door where we stopped as we saw two Walkers. They started walking towards us but then two people came out in black clothing with bats and hitting the walkers to the floor.

"Let's go!" Glenn called as me and Rick followed him through the door the other two people came out of. "Morales, let's go!" The two people came back in and slammed the door shut and Glenn make their way into the store.

"You son of a bitch. We ought to kill you," A blonde woman said to Rick as she pointed in his face her gun and Glenn pulled me beside him. "Just chill out, Andrea. Back off," One of then man that was outside said. "Come on, ease up," A black woman said.

"Ease up? You're kidding me, right? We're dead because of this stupid asshole," The woman, Andrea snapped. "Andrea, I said back the hell off," The man said. "Or pull the trigger."

Andrea removed the gun from Rick's face and she started sobbing. "We're dead . . . All of us . . . Because of you," She said as I walked over to Rick and stood beside him. "I don't understand," Rick said.

The man that calmed Andrea down walked over to us. "Look," He said as he put both his hands behind me and Rick's backs, leading us in a certain direction. "We came into the city to scavenge supplies. You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral."

"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds," Another black guy said to Rick. "You just rang the dinner bell," Andrea said to Rick. "Get the picture now?" The man asked as Rick and I looked at lots of walkers.

A few walkers were attempting to smash through the double set of doors. "Oh God," Andrea said and she grabbed my arm and pulled me with her as the others stepped back with us.

Glenn and I walked a way a bit while the others talked. "Is Rick your dad?" Glenn asked. "No," I replied. "My dad was in the city with my brother, he has to be alive."

Glenn nodded. "What their names?" He asked. "My dad's name is Paul and my brother, Daniel," I said. "What about your mom?" He asked. I looked down and then looked back at him. "Dead," I replied.

"I'm sorry," He said. I gave him a small smile and nodded my head slightly. "Hey, T-Dog, try that C.B. Can you contact the others?" I heard the man. Glenn and I walked over to the others. "Others? The refugee center?" Rick asked as I stood between him and Andrea. "Yeah, the refugee center. They've got biscuits waiting at the oven for us," The black woman said sarcastically.

The black guy, T-Dog tried to get in contact with some other survivors but get no signal. "Got no signal. Maybe the roof," He said. Suddenly, we heard a gun firing on the roof. "Oh no. Is that Dixon?" Andrea asked. "What is that maniac doing?" The man asked. "Come on, let's go," Glenn said to me and Rick as the others started to ran.

We all got to the roof to see a man shooting at several of the walkers on the street below with a sniper rifle. "Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!" The man asked. The man, Dixon laughed and continued shooting. "Oh jeez," Andrea said.

Dixon turned to face all of us. "Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh?" He said and he jumped down from the ledge he was standing on. "Only common sense."

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got!" T-Dog said as he jumped in front of Dixon. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day," Dixon said. I was disgusted. How could someone talk to another human like that?

"'That'll be the day?' You got something you want to tell me?" He asked, pointing at himself with his hands. "Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it," The man said. "No," T-Dog said as he raising his hand to the man. "All right? It ain't worth it. Now Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble," The man said.

Rick and I looked at Glenn, who waved his hands, telling us not to get involved. "You want to know the day?" Merle asked. "Yeah," T-Dog said. "I'll tell you the day, Mr. "Yo." It's the day I take orders from a nigger," Merle said.

"Mother-" T-Dog immediately swung his fist towards Merle's face, but Merle quickly grabbed his wrist and hit him with the end of his gun. The others started yelling at Merle to stop. Rick tried to stop him but then Merle hit him on the face and he fell on the ground and I rushed over to Rick's side.

Merle was beating T-Dog to a pulp and then hold a pistol on him when he was on the ground. "No, no, no, please. Please," Andrea said. Everybody waited to see what he was gonna do. "You okay?" I asked Rick. He nodded. "Yeah! All right! We're gonna have ourselves a little powwow, huh?" Merle said as he stood up with his gun pointed.

"Talk about who's in charge. I vote me. Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time, y'all. Show of hands, huh? All in favor? Huh? Come on. Let's see 'em. All in favor?" He asked as he pointed his gun at the others. Without a choice, they all raised their hands. "Yeah. That's good. Now that means I'm the boss, right? Yeah. Anybody else? Hmm? Anybody?"

I grabbed the rifle. "Yeah," I said and when Merle turned around to face me, I hit him in the face with the rifle. Rick immediately handcuff Merle to a pipe. "Who the hell are you, man?!" Merle yelled at Rick and then looked at me. "And who's the chick?"

"Officer friendly," Rick said as he took Merle's gun. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man," Merle said. "I can see you make a habit of missing the point," Rick said. "Yeah? Well, screw you twice," Merle said. I stood beside Glenn as Rick pointed the gun at Merle's head. "Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."

"You wouldn't. You're a cop," Merle said and I rolled my eyes. "All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose," Rick said and then he looked at me and then back at Merle. "And that girl over there, she's helping me. She's under my protection until we'll find her family."

Rick started to search in Merle's pockets. He found something. "Got some on your nose there," Rick said to Merle and then stood up. It must have been drugs. "What are you gonna do? Arrest me?" Merle asked. Rick threw it. "Hey! What are you doing? Man, that was my stuff! Hey! If I get loose, you'd better pray . . . Yeah, you hear me, you pig?! You hear me?!"

The man and I followed behind Rick. "Yeah, your voice carries," I heard Rick say. I stood beside him and then man stood beside me as the three of us looked at the city. "You're not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?" The man asked Rick. "Up the road a ways. Quinn as well," Rick said, petting me on my back. "Well, Quinn and officer friendly from up the road a ways . . ." The man started, looking back at the city.

"Welcome to the big city."