A/N - As you have read, the timeline is Chris and Wyatt's so everything that is happening is happening around when Wyatt is Twenty-Four and Chris Twenty-Three. The other characters are the same age as they are in Season one of TWD and the outbreak started around 2023. It is also set in Season 1 of TWD}

Wyatt's Powers are: Projection, Force Field, Telekinesis/Telekinetic orbing/Remote Orbing, Immunity, Energy Balls, Pyrokinesis (From his Projection), Energy Waves, a hybrid of his mother's Molecular Combustion Combustive Orbing, Orbing, Healing, and Sensing and Glamouring.

Chris's Powers are: Telekinesis, Molecular Immobilization, Astral Projection, Telekinetic Orbing, Orbing, and Mediumship.

Chapter 2 - Guts as an Overcoat

Rick had only been with this group for a couple of hours now but ever since he shot that gun, firing at the walkers that chased him and Glenn. If he had known how much damage that it would have caused then the cop would have tried to find another way to protect himself. Now those corpses were at the front glass door, breaking it bit by bit. Because he had caused everyone's lives to be in danger, Rick had to be the one to save them by getting them out of that place and back to the camp that they had been talking about. If anyone died because of him, Rick didn't know what he would do.

So he had concocted a plan. A plan which would get them across the horde of walkers and to the construction site where they could get themselves a truck. All they needed was a dead walker… sure this plan was extremely messed up, but Rick couldn't think of anything else. Luckily this place had an axe and the right equipment they needed to wear so that the guts of the walker that they had pulled in from outside, had not gotten on their skin or in their eyes. The cop wasn't one hundred percent sure on how else the virus could have been spread, but he did not want to take any chances. Especially if there were people's lives on the line. As the group stood awkwardly around the corpse, Rick hesitated insanely; he couldn't believe that he was going to do this. Hack into a dead body, spilling its guts and then wipe it all over himself. This had once been a person and Rick was willingly going to cut him open like cutting into a week old cooked steak. And he did it all for the survival of not only himself, but the entire group that had saved his life only an hour or two before.

As if it would provide some sort of closure or a sense of moral rightness about this action, Rick searched the man for a wallet. Hopefully it had an ID card or license. "Wayne Dunlap. Born 1979…" he handed the licence to Glenn. "He had 28 dollars in his pocket when he died." Rick sighed at the irony of the situation, before continuing the conversation. "He had a picture of a pretty girl… 'With love, from Rachel'… He used to be like us, worried about bills or the rent… or the super bowl. If I ever find my family I'm going to tell them about Wayne." There was something about the thought of knowing who this man was, which made the group feel more at ease with what they were doing. Even if it was the most unimaginable thing to do to a human being.

It was Glenn who broke the silence, but in doing so made it even more awkward. "One more thing… he's an organ donor."

Finally Rick put aside whatever feelings he had towards the walker and picked up the axe which he had thrown down next to him, along with the helmet. Throwing the helmet onto his head the ex-policeman began to swing the axe down upon the walker. As he did, the skin tore open and revealed rotten insides. Then after a couple of swings of the axe the body was ready.

God was the smell awful and the groans of the people around him proved how everyone couldn't handle the smell or the sight of the body being spread apart anymore. Glenn seemed to be having the worst time trying to deal with it as he was bent over and trying his best not to throw up the contents of his stomach. As Rick pulled the guts out and wiped them all over himself, Glenn heaved from the position that he was in, hands placed on his knees and his head down. Rick's nose burned intensely with the putrid smell as it polluted him and made his eyes water. He could feel the strange coolness of the parts on his chest and arms but just tried not to think about it.

When Glenn had his turn at getting covered with the flesh, there was nothing no longer keeping the contents inside of his stomach. He heaved only this time letting everything out and left the room, hiding away to one of the backrooms. One…Two…Three, come on think of something else Glenn. Don't breathe it in, just relax. He would have stayed in that room forever, away from all of the walkers and hell outside. But if he stayed then he wouldn't be able to get out once they broke. Besides he wanted to get out of Atlanta and go back to the camp where everyone was, and where everyone was safe.

But in a world like this, safety was very, very rare. Two people had broken into the haven that they were hiding in. Glenn knew or rather hoped that they were people as they hadn't gone running towards Rick and the others. They seemed to have been having a quiet, hushed conversation together. How did they even get in here? I definitely locked that back door. A rush of thoughts crossed Glenn's mind. Many involving what these people were doing and what they were capable of. One that stayed in his mind though was to hold a gun up against them, just in case they tried anything funny. And so he did, storming up and announcing that he was there behind the two men that Glenn know realised were men probably around the same age as him. The shorter one, who was quite skinny, had short dark brunette hair that shagged down to just below his ear lobes. He seemed to be bossing the other man around, telling him what to do. From the quick hand movements Glenn could also see that the brunette was agitated and freaking out. But the other man, the one with the short blonde curly hair almost seemed to be… excited? No that couldn't have possibly been it.

Rick didn't know what to believe at this point, they were boys; these were kids not even older then Glenn. Maybe the blonde one was, but that still didn't make him anymore innocent or childlike than he actually was. Although these boys were not innocent at all. They had been surviving through the walkers on their own without any weapons it seemed. How had they even survived this long without any weapons? Or had they lost them in the attack? Rick had no idea. He really should have been worrying about the threat they would bring into the group but he couldn't, these boy's whoever they were must have had a family out there somewhere, and they could have been looking for them just like Rick was.

Or what Rick had thought could have been completely opposite to what these people were actually after.

"I don't trust them." Andrea voiced her hands trembling as she held the gun at the boys. "How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"You can't know, but you don't have to trust us." The brunette boy started pulling his hands slowly from behind his head. "We don't have any weapons…see? So how exactly can we hurt you?"

"You said you were running away from some walkers? You could have easily lured more walkers here. We're already surrounded and now even with this plan we are all dead! How did you get away?" Andrea shouted her hand flying to Chris's shirt grabbing it tightly as her other pointed the gun to his head. "Did any follow you!?" she threatened, pulling Chris further into the gun and her glare. At this Rick could see the blonde one, Wyatt, tense up and look like he was about to push Andrea out of the way. But he couldn't let that happen, he didn't want these kids to get hurt. "Andrea! Calm down, the more we sit here and fight the more time it gives to those walkers out the front." Rick reasoned placing a hand on her shoulder. Rick knew she was scared, hell they were all scared. But they couldn't go around killing people just because they thought they were a threat. Rick gestured for them all to place their guns down and away. They didn't have the time to argue, especially when walkers were ten minutes away from getting in and killing them all.

"So who are you guys?" Morales a Hispanic guy who had been standing off to the side asked.

"I'm Chris and this -as you heard me say- is my brother Wyatt."

It was rick who spoke again; if they were going to be hanging around the group for a while then they had to help. "Well you boys better put these on." The leader instructed, handing an extra two sets of aprons and gloves to Wyatt and then Chris.