Set during 5x15 "Try"
Did you lose what won't return?
Did you love but never learn?
The fire's out but still it burns
And no one cares, there's no one there
Did you find it hard to breathe?
Did you cry so much that you could barely see?
In the darkness all alone
And no one cares, there's no one there
Well did you see the flares in the sky?
Were you blinded by the light?
Did you feel the smoke in your eyes?
Did you? Did you?
Did you see the sparks, feel the hope? You are not alone
Cause someone's out there, sending out flares
"Flares" – The Script
Chapter 5: Part I – Someone's Out There, Sending Out Flares
Amelia was dreaming…
The room was too cold…
Her body was trembling. Her hands were balled up in the sheets. Sam usually put more blankets on their bed…
Surely Dean remembered to close the windows?
She slipped out from beneath the sheets and stood up, sparing a glance in Sam's direction. The outline of his sleeping body comforted her. She noticed she wasn't wearing the same clothes she went to bed in. Instead, she was in an oversized shirt and torn jeans, both covered in fresh blood. She couldn't remember putting them on…
And whose blood was that?
The room was dark, but she found her way to the window. She felt around blindly for the ledge. The window was already shut…
Then why was it so cold?
She turned on her heels and immediately felt a chill shoot up her legs. She was standing on snow…
There was no reason for there to be snow inside their bedroom; unless it was one of Dean's pranks…
She lifted her gaze and exhaled sharply. Her breath clung to the air in front of her. She was no longer in her bedroom. She was standing in the middle of the woods. Everything was blanketed in white…
Where were Sam and Dean? They should have been there…
There was pain suddenly. Her back. Her forearm. Her shoulder. She dropped to the snow-ridden floor when a burst of pain came from her leg. It was… overwhelming.
Where were they supposed to meet when something went wrong?
She squeezed her eyes shut. She had no idea where she was…
Everything shifted as she opened her eyes again. She was already stumbling to her feet when she remembered. They were nearby. They were in danger!
Sam!
He'd gone to lead the walkers off and Dean—
She turned and there he was. His lips were moving. What was he saying?
"I have to go, Ames..."
"Let me come with you…"
"Then you'll get both of us killed..."
His smile was forced. He was trying to lighten the mood with a joke. It wasn't working…
"Dean…"
"I'll get Sam and we'll meet you at the church…"
"Bring him back to me…"
"Two days. If we're not back by then…"
She knew what he was telling her.
"I can't. I won't. Not without you and Sam…"
"You have to…"
Dean grabbed her arm before she could respond and kissed her forehead slowly. She blinked and when she opened her eyes, he was gone and she was in the church, waiting…
She wanted to help them. She needed to help them. But her leg…
It was worse than she first thought. Her calf muscle was torn to shreds practically. And the pain…
It was the barbed wire. She hadn't seen it. It had gone downhill from there. Now, Dean and Sam were battling off a horde of the dead ones all by themselves. They could have died…
Sam was dead…
And Dean was—
With a start, Amelia woke up. It was morning. Rays of sunlight were pouring into the room.
Another knock came at her door. The young woman sat up sluggishly and tossed her blankets aside. She didn't have time to think about her dream—or nightmare. She rose to her feet. She reached the door just after the third knock. She smiled tiredly when she came face to face with Rick.
"What are you doing here?" Mia ran a hand through her hair as she asked the question.
"I just wanted to stop by. Check in on you," Rick explained. He pulled something out from behind his back and held it out to her. "Here."
"Did you make me a muffin?" Mia asked teasingly as she took it from his hand.
"Carol made them," Rick said, smiling. "I thought you might want one."
"I do," said Mia with a smirk. She took a small bite and gave a satisfactory smile after she swallowed. "I think Carol might be as good of a cook as she is a walker assassin."
"Walker assassin?" Rick quirked an eyebrow as he chuckled softly.
"I thought it sounded the coolest." Mia smirked and shrugged her shoulders. She sat down on her bed.
Rick nodded slowly as Mia bit into the muffin again. He took advantage of her diverted attention to look her over. She rubbed her eyes and ate more of her breakfast. He could see she was still half-asleep. She was in pajamas that allowed him to see some of the scars that were usually hidden by her clothes. There was a thick pale one peeking out from underneath her tank top strap. A knife most likely, he thought. He spotted a few other ones that he identified as either knife or gunshot wounds. A few were a mystery to him, but he didn't want to outright ask her about them. What he did know was that Mia was strong enough to experience all the pain of the wounds. A lot of pain...
"It did," Rick stated, forcing himself to get the conversation back on track. After a couple moments of silence he added, "I promised you that I'd never lie to you."
"I recall that," said Mia.
"So, the real reason I came by this morning was to see you," Rick told her.
"See me?" Mia raised an eyebrow.
"Just to look at you and do what we promised we would," he elaborated.
"You're here to build our friendship, aren't you?" Mia asked, smirking.
"Yeah," Rick said under his breath with a smile on his lips.
"Come on," Mia said as she patted the spot on the bed beside her. When Rick hesitated to follow her gesture she took his hand and led him to her bed. They sat down side by side.
Mia knew she should have let go of his hand the second they sat down, but she didn't want to. She smiled to herself when Rick didn't let go either.
"Did you have something specific you wanted to ask me?" Amelia looked down at their intertwined hands as she spoke.
"Your mother let it slip once that you were engaged when the outbreak started," Rick said as he looked at her. Mia's eyes widened at the depth of the question, but recovered quickly. She had also promised that she would never lie to him.
Mia pursed her lips and nodded. "I was."
"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Rick told her quickly. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but it was something he wanted to talk about eventually. Just like he'd want to talk about what happened to Lori. He didn't want to leave anything unsaid with Mia. He hoped she felt the same way.
"It's okay," she told him. She moved their hands into her lap and began tracing his carefully. "I want you to know."
A few seconds of silence passed between them before Rick asked, "Is he still alive?"
"No," Mia answered, shaking her head lightly. She kept her gaze glued to their hands, unable to look Rick in the eye. "He's dead."
"Was it walkers?" Rick probed as politely as he could. He could sense she wasn't taking any offense to it, though.
"No," she said. "It wasn't walkers. It was a bullet—a bullet from my gun."
Rick stared at her for a moment. "Was he bitten?"
"Nope," Mia answered. "But he was sick. Mentally, he was sick."
"Was he always sick?"
Mia shook her head. "He became paranoid after the outbreak. It only got worse as the months went by."
"You did it to protect yourself," Rick stated understandingly.
"No," Mia said. "He would've never hurt me. He didn't hurt me." She paused for a long moment as the memories from that night came back to her. "He killed everyone but me."
"Everyone?"
"We were part of a group. Some random people we met, some friends from school, a couple teachers even. There were eleven, not including Mal and I. We became a family after living together for months."
"His name was Mal?"
"Malachai," Mia told him, smiling softly. "Everyone else called him Kai, but I always called him Mal."
"He killed eleven people, but he spared you," Rick said aloud in an attempt to process it.
"He murdered them while they slept," Mia clarified. "He tied me to the bed so I couldn't interfere in case I'd woken up."
"Did you?"
"Yes." Mia paused as she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Mal made a mistake with one of the girls. I woke up when she screamed and I called out for him. He came once he had finished killing her."
"You said he didn't hurt you," Rick said.
"He didn't," Mia confirmed. "He told me what he had done and what he had planned for us. Fortunately, I was able to convince him to let me go, and then I killed him."
"What did he have planned?"
"He wanted us to commit suicide together," Amelia revealed. "He told me that he'd killed our friends because he wanted to save them from the pain of living in this world. He said it was the only way to 'escape.'" Mia hesitated to continue. "I knew that even if I did convince him to stay alive, he'd only do it again to someone else. He wasn't going to stop"
"You don't need me to justify what you did, but I believe it was the right thing to do," Rick said quietly.
"I know," Mia nodded. "But even after everything he did, it was hard to pull the trigger."
"You wouldn't be human if it wasn't," Rick told her. "You loved him."
"I did," Mia whispered. "I loved him… and I killed him."
"When the world changes like it did, people have to change with it. If they don't, they die, and sometimes, even if they do change, they still die," Rick explained as he turned to face her. There was a touch of sadness in his voice. He held onto her hand a little tighter.
Mia looked up at him. "Malachai did change, but it wasn't a good change. He turned into a man I couldn't love anymore and when he killed our friends, I knew I was supposed to hate him. But aft—after I killed him, I…"
"You don't have to," Rick said softly as he lifted a hand to caress one side of her face. When he saw the tears in her eyes he repeated, "You don't have to."
"I want to," she responded without hesitation. She leaned her head against his hand as she continued. "I convinced myself that I could never love the person who'd murdered my friends in cold blood. I told myself that I hated him, but his death and the fact that it happened at my hands really—" she struggled to find the right way to say it "—it broke me."
"It seemed like I would never be okay again after my wife died," Rick said as he dropped his hand from Mia's face.
"But you were okay after a while," Mia responded. "You went back to being who you were."
"And you don't think you did?" Rick narrowed his eyes.
Mia smiled sadly and shook her head. "I know I didn't. I don't think somebody who did what I did could ever be same. I can never go back."
"You're a good person, Mia," Rick murmured. "Everybody can see that."
Mia smiled again, but Rick could see it wasn't a happy expression. She took a deep breath as she turned her body to face him and took both of his hands in hers. Rick pursed his lips as he waited for her to continue. "I do good things, but that doesn't make me a good person. The things that I've been through—the things that I've done have made me a bad person. I am bad, Rick. Even when I try so hard to be good, it's still there inside of me—the thing that make me bad. And it will never go away.
"You need to know all of this if we're going to continue our relationship. I want you to know everything, but if you can't handle this—the fact that I murdered my fiancé—then you won't be able to handle the rest of it," Mia explained with a touch of doubt in her eyes. Her thoughts flashed back to her dream of Sam and Dean.
"I can handle it, Mia," Rick told her without hesitation. "We've all done something."
"I've done more than that," she responded, thinking of everything that happened after Mal. "I told my family about Mal and I knew by the way they reacted that they could never handle hearing the rest of it so I didn't tell them. I haven't told anyone."
"Because you're afraid that you'll never be looked at the same way again," Rick said understandingly.
Mia nodded. "In their eyes I'll always be a murderer—a cold-hearted killer."
"Your family doesn't understand and I can't promise you that they ever will, but what I can promise you is that I do understand. And to me, you are still just Amelia Monroe, the girl that I l—" Rick hesitated to finish his thought "—that I care about."
"I care about you too, Rick," Mia said, smiling softly. It faded slowly when she dropped her gaze to their hands. "I'm going to tell you everything—just not all at once."
"Okay," Rick said, nodding. A few seconds of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
Mia only had to think for a moment. She lifted her gaze to his. "Do you have nightmares?"
"Sometimes," Rick admitted. "Do you?"
"Every night," Mia said. "They're not always bloody or gory, but they're always about the past, and that's scares me more than anything else."
"If there's ever a time you can't sleep because of them, come find me and I'll stay up with you until you feel like you can go back to sleep," Rick said. The compassion in his expression and voice was palpable.
Mia glanced down at their hands then back up at Rick with a small smile. "It's a good thing I know where you live."
"A very good thing," Rick agreed and returned her smile.
"When are you going to talk to my mom?" Mia asked.
"Soon," Rick answered. "When are you going to talk to Jessie?"
"Soon," Amelia responded with a sigh.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"
When Mia saw the concern written plainly in his expression, she cupped one side of her face. "I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about. My mom can be pretty harsh when she wants to be."
"You don't think she'll help with Jessie?" Rick raised an eyebrow. He knew Deanna was all about doing what was best for the community, but would she be willing to sacrifice Jessie and her kids just to make sure the safe-zone has a surgeon on hand.
"I can't tell the future, but I do know that my mother can be very political in conversations and very stubborn," Mia said. She pursed her lips and dropped her hand from Rick's cheek. "If I were you I'd try to keep the conversation short and as on-topic as you can."
"Might as well get it over with," Rick huffed and prepared to stand up. "Do you know where she is?"
"The graveyard," Mia answered immediately. Rick narrowed his eyes slightly and she quickly explained. "She always goes there in the morning."
Rick nodded. "Thanks. I'll come by Jessie's after I'm done just in case, okay?"
"Okay," Mia murmured as he stood. She gave him a small smile after he kissed her on the forehead, and he returned it. He'd cupped the sides of her face when he'd kissed her and his hands lingered there as he looked down at Amelia. At first she thought he was going to say something, but instead he just took a deep breath and left.
The few times she'd talked to Jessie were in her garage so that's where Amelia went first. Jessie was exhaling a small cloud of smoke when Mia walked up the driveway.
"Jessie," Mia greeted.
"Hey," she replied tiredly before putting out the cigarette. She waved her hand through the air as she stood up. "I don't want Ron and Sam to know about those so..."
"Your secret's safe with me," Mia promised with a small smile.
A few seconds of silence passed before Jessie said, "Aiden was a good guy. And I'm sorry about what happened with Noah. But Tara's in good hands with Pete."
Mia swallowed hard and took a deep breath to gain confidence. "He's hitting you."
Jessie looked up at her, but she didn't seem surprised by what Mia had said. The younger woman continued. "He's hurting you. It has to stop, Jessie."
Jessie stared back down at the floor as her eyebrows knitted together in uncertainty or frustration. Mia couldn't tell.
"It will," Jessie told her.
"How?" Mia said with a sigh.
"There are things in his life that happened," Jessie began, but Mia couldn't—wouldn't let her make excuses for him.
"I don't care," Mia stated.
"Look," Jessie started again, "it was like this before and he got help. I helped him, and things were good." When Mia looked unconvinced, Jessie added, "I can fix it."
"No, you can't," Mia said with a slow shake of her head. She'd seen these kinds of cases before and they rarely ended with the abuser being "fixed."
"But I can. My mom can. Rick can," Mia told her.
Jessie started shaking her head. "No. What—what can you do? You're gonna—what are you going to do? You're going to put him in jail?" Jessie stared at her as Mia tried to frame a response. "You're only going to make things worse."
"If it's gotten worse than it means he's killed you, Jessie," Mia told her. "That iswhat's next if we don't do something to stop it."
"Why do you care?" Jessie asked with an incredulous look on her face. "Why is this so important to you? You're back with your family. You can be happy and safe here. Why do you care about what's happening with my family?"
Amelia glanced over her shoulder as a shuddery breath escaped from between her lips. Once she saw that they were really alone, she turned back to Jessie. "My best friend, Colette, was murdered by her boyfriend when I was in my senior year of high school. She knew it was wrong that she wasn't doing anything about the abuse but she just kept telling me that she could fix him. I was stupid enough to believe her and thirty four days later she was dead.
"He ended up beating her to death during a fight, and even though everyone that loved Cole got what society liked to call 'justice,' it didn't change the fact that my best friend of twelve years was dead and that there was nothing I could do to bring her back," Mia explained. By the end of her story she could barely keep her voice from wavering and she had to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Jessie stared at her in silence for a minute before she shook her head. Mia could see that were also tears in Jessie's eyes, but she wasn't trying to hide them. "I'm sorry for what happened with your friend, but this is not the same, okay? I can take care of myself."
"Jessie…" Mia started when she started to walk away.
"We have to take care of ourselves," Jessie said before she shut the garage door. Mia immediately walked out to the main street and started towards Jessie's front door.
"Mia!"
She turned to see Rick walking towards her. She pursed her lips as she spared a glance at Jessie's house. Mia wanted to convince her to accept the help her family needed without Rick's help, but she knew it might be easier to persuade her with Rick.
"Jessie won't accept our—my help," Mia told him once he was close enough. "She thinks she can get through it without us."
"We have to talk to her again," Rick said and Mia nodded.
"I was just about to do that," she responded and gestured over her shoulder at the house. Rick's gaze followed the gesture, but Mia kept her eyes on him. His reaction to all of it would tell her what to expect in their relationship. Amelia knew he cared about her, but he'd admitted to also caring about Jessie. That fact hadn't escaped her.
"We'll do it together," Rick said, determined. He took her hand and they walked to the house together. Mia led the way inside, forgoing the manner of knocking beforehand.
When Jessie faced them, Mia could see the tears running down her face. Their conversation had affected the woman more than she had first thought. Amelia looked at Rick when he let go of her hand. His expression cemented the fact that he definitely cared about Jessie.
Why? Mia asked herself.
"God," Jessie murmured. "What are you doing?"
"You know that Sam asked for a gun to protect you?" Rick asked, causing both Mia and Jessie to look at him.
Jessie pursed her lips as she tried to hold back a whimper. "You shouldn't be here."
Mia bit her lip as she stepped towards Jessie slowly. "For a long time I thought I could protect myself when I out there. And for a while, I could—I did. But then there came a time when I couldn't, and I needed help, but I'd turn away everyone who had attempted to help me because I was stubborn and stupid and afraid of getting hurt. And I almost died because of it." When a sobbed rocked Jessie's body softly, Mia took hold of her hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "Don't let fear hold you back. Don't let it stop you from protecting yourself and your kids. You still have a chance to come out of this alive. Don't let it slip through your fingers."
Jessie nodded, but Mia could see the doubt in her eyes. Rick walked towards them and Mia moved to the side a little so Rick could face Jessie head on.
"Jessie, in here you—you can't see it, but it's the same. It's the same as being out there. We have food and roofs over our heads, but you don't get to just live. You don't get to put it off or wish it away, Jessie. If you don't fight, you die. And I don't want you to die," Rick admitted. Mia slid a glance in his direction and swallowed when she saw how affected by this he was. She looked back at Jessie and saw that the doubt was fading fast. Mia pinned her lips between her teeth, deciding to stay quiet until Rick was done. "I—we—we can help you. I can keep you and your boys safe. I can. All you have to do is say yes."
Mia took a deep, silent breath as Rick and Jessie stared at each other, the look in their eyes leaving nothing unsaid. She wanted to dislike Jessie because of it, but she couldn't. She wouldn't.
"Would you do this for someone else?" Jessie asked quietly. Mia's eyes settled on Rick as she continued. "Would you do this for anyone?"
Rick exhaled as his gaze dropped to the ground and then rose to meet Mia's. "No."
Mia broke their eye contact quickly and raked her fingers through her bangs. She pivoted her body to face Jessie by moving one foot towards her. "Say yes, Jessie. Don't let there be a chance of leaving your sons alone with Pete because he won't stop if that happens. He'll hurt them. He's probably already hurt them. This is your way out. So, say yes."
Jessie held her gaze for a moment before looking back at Rick. Mia clenched her teeth when she realized they were close enough to kiss.
It seemed like minutes passed before Jessie finally nodded. "Yes."
Amelia let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Rick."
All three of them turned towards the kitchen. Mia felt her body tense when she saw Pete standing in the doorway. He was leaning against it for support; obviously drunk.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he stumbled into the kitchen.
"Pete," Jessie said quietly.
"What are you doing here?" Pete repeated as he neared the trio.
"Listen to me," Jessie said as she walked towards her husband.
"I'm going to have to ask you both to leave," Pete told Rick and Mia as he continued towards them.
"No," Jessie objected and stepped in front of him.
Pete's gaze bounced between Rick and his wife for a moment before settling on Jessie. "Excuse me?"
Jessie held her ground as Pete stepped closer to her. "You need to leave."
Pete's lips twitched up into an incredulous smile. "What are you talking about?"
"Just go Pete," Jessie tried again.
"What have you been saying to each other?" Pete questioned. Mia crept towards Jessie when she saw the look on his face. She could see the anger and the disbelief. That mixed with alcohol could lead the very thing they were trying to prevent.
Pete hovered over Jessie.
"Huh? What have you been doing?!" Pete shouted furiously, causing Jessie to flinch away from him.
When he moved to grab her, Mia knocked away his arm without thinking about the consequences. She tried to brace herself when he shoved her roughly, but her foot caught on the hearth of the fireplace and she fell backwards. She cried out when she hit her head on something before landing hard on her shoulder. There was a stabbing pain coming from where her head had hit something and her shoulder was throbbing. She groaned in pain as she rolled onto her back, her hand lifting towards her head, but a piercing pain shot across her shoulder and down her arm, stopping her mid-motion. Mia whimpered softly as she held her injured arm over her stomach and used her other hand to feel for the wound on her head.
"Don't try to move, Mia." Jessie's voice brought some comfort, but the sound of a crash extinguished it quickly.
"What's happening?" Mia questioned Jessie as she lay on the tile fireplace. She tried to see what was going on, but Rick and Pete were out of view. She could still hear them, though.
"Rick and Pete are fighting," Jessie said, sounding just as worried as Mia. "I don't—they won't stop."
A louder crash sounded through the room, causing Jessie to gasp when she looked up.
"Help me up," Mia demanded.
"I don't—that's a good idea," Jessie told her. "Pete could have hurt you really—"
"Help me up now, Jessie!"
The older woman hesitated, but eventually supported Mia as she stumbled to her feet. She felt dizzy and light-headed, but she needed to know what was happening to Rick. With one arm around Jessie's shoulder and her other arm pinned to her stomach, they walked outside together. Mia's eyes widened when she saw Rick on top of Pete as they tried their best to beat each other senseless.
Jessie helped her down the steps and they got as close as they could without being in danger of becoming collateral damage. With one punch, Pete managed to roll on top of Rick and then they both had their hands around each other's throat. Jessie let go of Mia and rushed forward. She grabbed Pete's shoulders in an attempt to separate them, but Pete cocked his arm back, incidentally punching her in the face. Mia rushed towards the older woman when the force from the punch caused her to roll back several feet. Rosita helped her up before Mia could even try, though.
Amelia turned back to Rick and Pete, who had switched positions once again, only to see Carl try the same intervention technique as Jessie. Rick shoved him and Carl landed on his back. Mia got to the kid rather quickly and helped him to his feet the best she could.
"Are you okay?" Mia asked as she looked Carl in the eyes. When he nodded she still gave him a once over glance to be sure. Once she was certain that he was not bleeding profusely and didn't have any broken bones she sighed in relief. Mia glanced over at Rick and Pete again.
"What happened to you?" Carl asked when he saw blood running down the nape of her neck.
"Pete," Mia answered before edging towards the fight.
Rick had somehow managed to get Pete in a headlock and was quickly choking the life out of him. Mia clenched her teeth together when she realized she didn't want Rick to kill Pete. The people in Alexandria, including her parents, would never understand. Even after they learned he had hurt their daughter. They would never understand.
"Rick!" Mia shouted from her spot a few feet away from them. "Rick, stop! Please!
Rick glanced up at her, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones. He put his lips to Pete's ear and said angrily, "You touch her again, I'll kill you."
He released Pete once he said that.
"Rick, stop!" Deanna shouted as she joined the group of spectators.
"Or what?" Rick retorted as he pulled the spare gun from the back of his belt. Mia felt a pang of emotions move through her when he pointed it at her mother and some of the other Alexandrians.
He'd promise her that he would give her the chance to talk to them before he and his group ever pulled weapons on them.
"You gonna kick me out?" Rick shouted at Deanna and the others.
"Put down that gun down, Rick," Deanna said cautiously.
"You still don't get it!" Rick dropped his gaze to the ground as he continued to hold up the gun. He was on his knees, panting from the exertion of the fight needed. He lowered the gun when he looked back up at them. He looked over his shoulder at everyone else. "None of you do!"
"We know what needs to be done and we do it. We're the ones that live," Rick continued, talking to no one in particular. "You!" He paused as he gestured to Deanna's group. "You just sit, and plan, and hesitate! You pretend like you know, but you don't!" Mia clenched her jaw as she watched him continue to gesture at her parents with the loaded gun. He seemed to calm down for a moment. "You wished things weren't what they are. Well, you wanna live? You want this place to stay standing?" He didn't wait to hear anyone respond. "Your way of doing things is done! Things don't get better because you—you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here!"
"That's never been more clear to me than it is right now," Deanna announced with her chin lifted confidently. Mia wanted to speak up—to defend Rick and get him to drop the gun, but something was stopping her.
"Me? Me? You—you mean me?" Rick laughed in disbelief. He became solemn as he stared at Deanna. Mia squeezed her eyes shut as she hung her head. She kept her gaze on the ground as Rick continued. "You're way's going to destroy this place. It's going to get people killed. It's already gotten people killed! I'm not going to just stand by and let it happen!" Rick paused as he looked over his shoulder. Mia looked up and met his gaze for a second before dropping her gaze again. "If you don't fight, you die! I'm not going to stand by and—"
"Ugh!"
Mia looked up quickly when she heard the impact. Michonne was standing over Rick, who was lying in a motionless heap on the floor. She'd knocked him out.
Thank God, Mia thought before she went to Rick's side.
A/N: There's chapter 6! I'm still on a hiatus from writing, but I'm trying to do it whenever I can. I want to thank Lili Tommo, angie b, msgemgem, Guest 1, Ciara, melniewn, Guest 1314, and myharleyquinromance321 for the supportive reviews during this difficult time.
And the two OC's introduced in this chapter are inspired by the characters of the same names from Supertnatural. So, in my mind Sam would resemble Jared Padalecki and Dean would resemble Jensen Ackles of course. They'll be back in future chapters.
I would appreciate some feedback on this chapter in a review or favorite and follow if you haven't already! Thank you for reading! I will try to finish part II as soon as I can.