Georgette woke up on the pile of hay, her body feeling stiff. She slowly sat up to see Candice roasting meat over a fire.

"Hungry?" asked Candice, turning around to look at her.

"Ya," said Georgette, rubbing the sleep out her eyes. She took a bite, her stomach hungrily growling for more. Meat never hit the spot when they had it for breakfast. They had been spoiled by the beacon and eggs Angela used to cook for them.

"How far are we going today?" asked Candice, putting out the fire.

"As far as Pine Bluffs was overrun, we should probably go around it." Georgette nodded and said

"We just have to make sure we don't get lost or off track." As they continued to eat in silence Georgette thought of what it would be like without Candice. Even if she did have the leadership role she didn't know if she'd be able to make the trip without her. It was just the two of them; they only could count on each other.

Beth Dixon stood anxiously in the yard gripping the wooden fence. She looked up and down the street. He was late again. Not that she ever saw him much anymore. Her son lived in his own house on the other side of town. It had been this way since he had become Vince's second-hand man. Vince had always kept an eye on Beau since he was a child, often taking him out to 'train.' Whatever that meant. She had never been let in on exactly what he was teaching her son. At first she thought it meant hunting trips but when her son started to get more violent towards her and other kids, even threatening people with knives, she suspected something far more sinister. What really set off alarm bells was when he started to come home with mutilated animals he'd done messy autopsies on. She confronted Vince on it but he told her not to worry, that it was all part of the plan to make Beau his successful second-hand man someday. Vince didn't have any sons of his own and she was unsure why he'd chosen Beau out of all the other boys. She started to hate Vince as she saw her son continue to spiral down. Now she never knew what he was up to these days.

She finally saw him coming down the street, his head down, looking at the ground, his black hair slicked back against his head. His usual black trench coat flapping around his legs in the wind. For a seventeen-year-old boy he looked mature. He had a dark five 'o clock shadow across his jaw and was around six feet tall. His eyes were a piercing blue and he had fair skin. His face was like Daryl's but his features had a soft touch to them like her own.

"Hey mom," he said, approaching the yard.

"Hey sweety," she said, "What have you been up too." As usual she didn't get a straight forward answer.

"Oh you know just been around, doin' stuff with Vince," he said, looking at her with a cold gaze. It sent a shiver up her spine. She was disturbed by the fact that her own son could give her the creeps.

"Why don't you come inside," she said, walking towards the front door. He didn't answer but opened the gate and followed her inside. Beth lived in a small one floor home. She had had it ever since they had come to Louisiana. After Vince had taken things over from the evil men who had kept her prisoner he gave everyone their own home. She had liked and respected him; she even thought for a brief while that maybe Vince was the man who would help her move on from mourning her dead husband. Especially with the way he had taken Beau in. That was until he had turned her son into a cold, unemotional person. He wasn't keeping things together like he had promised. People went missing every week and he had told everyone not to worry, that people were probably getting drunk and wandering off into the woods to meet an unfortunate fate. She was disgusted by everything he did. She remembered the day he took control, how things looked so bright for her and the others in the group.

He had stood on a podium and told them everything was going to be alright, that he would make things the way they should be. She had hated being under the control of the men who had killed her husband and daughters. The group had left the prison to move down to Louisiana to take over another village. Beth had gone with them. When they had arrived in Louisiana, they had tried to attack and overthrow the village like they had done with Beth's former home. But the leader, Vincent had beaten them, killing the evil men who had been in charge and merging the two groups together as one.

Her focus turned back to her son and she said

"Want something to eat?"

"No," he said, still standing by the front door.

"Well come on in and sit down." He pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and took a seat. "How have you been?" she asked, sitting across from him.

"Fine." She was determined to get more out of him.

"How are things going on your own?"

"Good." Beth let out a sigh of frustration. Beau had insisted on moving out soon after his sixteenth birthday. Beth had protested but of course, Vince let him do it. "I can only hang around for a bit longer, Vince wants me to go out with him." Beth spent another couple of minutes trying to get him to talk before he got up to leave.

"Well come see me again when you can," she said, opening the door for him.

"I will mom," he said, stepping outside. She watched him go down the walkway and out onto the street.

Beau continued down the street, back to his house. He put on the face he knew everyone wanted to see. He would be that guy, the one who cared about people, who would become a great leader someday. He smiled at people passing by, with the disappearances people were nervous, he needed to keep them calm or he wouldn't be able to continue his habits. They'd run scared and he'd have no one left to keep himself satisfied. He was one sick, sadistic motherfucker, and he loved it. He saw Vince waiting for him in front of his house.

"How's your mother?"

"She's fine," said Beau, a sick smirk still playing on his lips. He looked into Vince's eyes, which were as hungry as his. "Ready?" Vince nodded and the two men went inside the house. Beau took his jacket off and then removed his shirt and shoes. Wouldn't want to get blood on them, his mother might start assuming things. Vince did the same and he went over to the basement door and pulled it open. Steep concrete stairs led down into the darkness. It was damp and cold as they began to descend the stairs. Beau didn't need the light to know where he was going. He took a right when he reached the bottom of the steps and found the table. He reached into his pocket and took out a pack of matches. He quickly lit one and found a candlestick, lighting the wick on fire. It illuminated the room revealing a gruesome sight. Six women, were tied up on the floor. Most were missing legs and arms. He relished in the memory of their screams of pain as he tore them limb by limb slowly so he could feel himself get that wonderful high. He had cauterized the wounds so they didn't bleed out, and he could finish up with them later. Dead bodies hung from the ceiling like a meat locker. He had made sure to remove and pick apart the heads so they wouldn't become walkers. He'd usually spend some time opening up the bodies and removing the organs so the empty body was nothing more than a casing and could hang as a trophy. He'd even tried out a bit of cannibalism. One woman in particular caught his eye. She was blonde, probably around his own age, maybe a little older. She sat on the floor naked, whimpering through the gag in her mouth. Her terrified brown eyes fixed on him as he grew closer. He had spotted her on the street a few days ago; she had smiled at him and waved. It had been a fatal mistake. That next night he had drugged her, taken her from her room and brought her down into the cellar. She had yet to have anything removed. He unbuckled his belt as he got closer. He wasn't much for necrophilia; he always raped his victims while they were still whole before torturing and killing them. He saw Vince advance on another woman on the other side of the room. He had been the one to show him how great it felt, he was his mentor and the father he never had.

Georgette and Candice approached the welcome sign again. Georgette had the map out on her lap, looking at the route.

"We'll go north and then get back on the road once we pass by the town," she said, folding it back up. She steered her horse off to the side, slowly moving over a rocky ridge. Most of what lay out in front of them were wide open plain but off to the right, where they were headed, was thick with trees.

When they got down into the forest it was much darker and it gave her an uneasy feeling. Unnoticed by both sisters was a hand starting to emerge from underneath the leaves on the ground. Georgette's horse walked over it. It grabbed onto the back hoof. The horse reared up, surprising Georgette. In reaction, Candice's horse spooked as well and they both took off. Georgette felt her heart beat wildly as she wrapped her arm around the horse's neck, having of lost the reins. She shut her eyes, trying to focus on staying on the horse. She prayed that Candice was right behind her and she hadn't gone off in a different direction. She felt the horse leap into the air over a log and when it came down it stumbled. Georgette screamed as she fell forward off the horse. She hit the ground, instantly shielding her face as the horse moved over her, stepping on her leg and then taking off into the woods. Pain was shooting through her back and leg. She felt hands grabbing at her feet. She opened her eyes to see several walkers grabbing at her. She kicked at them as she reached for her knife in her back pocket. She pulled it out and quickly got on her feet, ignoring the screaming pain in her leg as she lunged forward and began to stab them in their heads. When she was done she collapsed back onto the ground. She looked around for Candice; she was no where in sight. She tried to push away the feeling of hopelessness and stood back up. To her horror more hands began to emerge out of the mud. It didn't take long for the walkers to come up out of the ground. They had been buried in shallow graves. She turned and ran; not waiting to see how many more would begin to rise.

Candice's horse kept running through the woods. She kept her head low to avoid branches. When the horse finally stopped Candice had no idea where she was. She was shaking and had gone limp. She slowly let herself fall off the horse's side and onto the ground. Her legs and arms felt loose and weak. What the hell had happened? Where was Georgette? She saw Georgette's horse next to her own but she wasn't in the saddle. She needed to go back and find her. She slowly got up, feeling much more stable. The horse stood a few feet away from her, nose to the ground, searching for grass to eat. Candice got back onto her horse and took the reins of Georgette's before turning around and going back.

Georgette saw her sister riding towards her.

"Get on," said Candice, tossing the reins to Georgette.

"We gotta go!" she said, swinging herself up onto the horse. The hoard of walkers were close behind her but maybe if they rode away fast enough, they'd lose their trail. Candice saw them quickly approaching and they took off into the woods. Georgette knew they were off the trail and it would be tricky to find their way back to the way back.

They burst out of the woods onto a dirt road. Without a second thought, Georgette turned her horse down the road.

"Where are you going?" said Candice, still facing the woods.

"There could be a house or something at the end of this, we need someplace to stay low for awhile, no matter what those walkers will be passing through here eventually."

It didn't take them long to ride up to a building. It wasn't a house but a windowless brick building. It was definitely an old warehouse of some sort. Georgette frantically rode around to the other side, searching for an entrance. She found a large garage door, half of it lifted up. It would be enough for the two of them to crawl under and go in but not the horses. She wasn't about to leave their only form of transportation out to be eaten. She dismounted and reached under the door, pulling as hard as she could. Candice joined her, the door was heavy and once they got it up enough that the horses could get through they stopped. She could hear the hisses of the walkers close by. She quickly led both of the horses inside. The walkers appeared as she pulled down on the door. They reached for her, their hands and heads sticking in underneath the door. Growling in frustration she pulled out her gun and began shooting them one by one. More replaced the ones she killed. She yelled out

"Candice! Help me!" Candice ran over and the two pushed down on the door. Candice let out a scream and she was pulled off her feet, several walkers grabbing at her. Georgette gave one hard push and the door slammed shut, cutting off several arms and a few heads. Candice lay on the floor, still in shock over what had happened.

"You ok?" Candice took off the severed hands that still clung to her legs and said

"Ya," Georgette helped her sister up off the ground. She could still hear the walkers beating on the walls outside, rattling the metal door, hungry and desperate to get inside.

Thank you everyone for your support and reviews :) So big reveal in this chapter. Beth is still alive. I've always had an interest in serial killers and with Beau I wanted to give him a fucked up personality. I wanted to make a villain that would make The Governor not look so bad lol. Besides The Walking Dead other apocalyptic films have inspired me with this, whether they be zombie based or not. For example, The Road, an amazing film about a father and son trying to survive in a barren world, has a lot of horrifying elements to it such as cannibalism, torture, etc. I want to make Daryl's son an enemy and a bad seed that will create even more conflict later.

I added pictures of both Vince and Beau to my profile page. I also added a picture of Georgette, it's the top link underneath her name.