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The sunlight was warm on my upturned face, it's rays amplified by the bug spattered windshield. I allowed myself to close my eyes and revel in it for just a moment longer. I could feel it behind my gritty eye lids, warming my face. I let the heat seep into my body and bring me back, just for a moment, to a happier place. A place before Them.

A horrible, chest deep, coughing hack wrenched me back to reality. I turned in my seat to face my younger sister Kate, in the back of the SUV. The teenager looked even more pale than before, her normally tan skin was sickly white and pasty from illness. Her slim frame shook with the force of her coughs. I sucked in a breath. Kate was getting worse, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I handed her back the last of the water. I was going to have to scavenge soon, find more water, maybe some meds, but we were in the middle of no where. The county highway stretched out in front and behind us in an unending empty ribbon. It was just one of many roads we had traveled over the past months skirting around the suburbs of Atlanta scraping by any way we could to survive.

It was all I knew now, survival. Not living, surviving.

Kate took the water and she smiled weakly in thanks as though she were trying to reassure me. My heart constricted as I watched my baby sister try to put on a brave face for me. I reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. I waited until Kate took a sip before turning back to the road. We needed to keep moving but we didn't really have a destination.

I glanced once at the passenger seat but our brother-in-law, Nick, was still sleeping soundly. I gripped the wheel tightly and eased the car into gear. It had been temperamental the last week and had to be loved a little. I cringed at the thought of having to find a replacement. I didn't want to pick up another lemon. I set the cruise control to thirty to conserve gas and set off down the road.

Driving was the worst, especially since now neither Nick nor Kate were up to making much conversation. Driving gave me time think. It gave me time to reflect on how much my life had been altered in the last year since the outbreak, since They appeared. It gave me time to remember all the people I lost.

I took a deep breath. Stop, I thought, reset. It was a trick I had developed to control my thoughts before they took me someplace dark.

Kate broke into another coughing fit. She coughed until she gagged, then collapsed back against the seat, exhausted. I glanced worriedly over my shoulder, my grip tightening on the steering wheel.

Kate's coughing finally roused Nick. He looked around bleary eyed. "Where?" he started to ask as he blinked slowly, his eyes struggled to focus on anything.

"Highway twenty-nine," I replied tersely. "According to that old map there should be a couple small towns along this stretch. Easy pickings." I motioned to the worn paper map sitting on the dash.

Kate had found it in the glove box when we took the SUV a few weeks back after my car finally died. The map was ancient and well worn and it made me nervous that it might not be accurate anymore. It's print date was 1995. Since GPS had become so popular before the outbreak I had been shocked anyone still carried a regular map. But cell phones had become little more than paper weights only a week into the outbreak.

Nick grunted in response, his eyes drooping once more. I cut my eyes to him. He was laid back in his seat which was back as far as it could go to accommodate the makeshift splint on his leg. Three days before Nick was forced to jump out of a second story window to escape Them. From what I could tell he had broken his left femur. The leg was ballooned up to twice the normal size, the skin was an angry purple and black and hot to the touch. He could barely handle the pain without pills and even with the pills he couldn't put any weight on it. Running was absolutely out of the question.

I let out a tight breath. We only had one more dose of painkillers and I didn't know what we would do once we ran out. It had been dumb luck I found the painkillers in the bathroom of a large suburban home I raided two days before.

We came over a rise in the road and I slowed the SUV. There was a small black car left abandoned on the side of the road. There wasn't too much dirt coating it which made me think it hadn't been there long.

Stopping was always risky but if there was even a small chance of there being supplies...I glanced from Nick to Kate and knew I needed to risk stopping. I looked from side to side. There was a large open field on the opposite side of the road and I didn't see any of Them. The car however, was on the side of the road closest to the forest. The trees were thick and I couldn't see more than a few feet in their depths. I parked the SUV on the side closest to the field. It wasn't much, but those extra twenty feet might mean the difference between life and death.

I checked that my knife was still in the sheath at my waist. Once satisfied I reached down between the seats and pulled up my golf club, it's familiar weight strangely comforting. I climbed out of the SUV but thinking better of it I leaned back in, "I'll be right back." I promised. Neither of my companions opened their eyes.

I exhaled and closed the door, locking it behind me with the key fab. I knew They couldn't open doors but we had had more than our share of trouble from other survivors and I wasn't taking any chances. I tucked the keys into the tight pocket of my jeans and turned to the abandoned car. I closed both hands around the rubber handle of the golf club, letting it rest over one shoulder. This could very well be an ambush. We had nearly been taken in by one almost a month ago. It was only Nick's quick thinking and actions that had saved us from the large group who had attacked. Now it was just me. Now they were depending on me to save them.

The car seemed empty as I got closer. There was also no sign of the previous owner, which was a relief. I reached out with one hand and opened the rear door. There were bags piled high in the back seat. I had just stooped to look in one when I heard a noise that made my blood run cold. It was an engine.

I whirled and looked down the road. Sure enough, in the distance I could see a line of cars coming our way. My thoughts flitted to the cut-throat group that had attacked us a month ago. I pounded across the road, my hands shaking as I fought to pull the keys from my pocket. Once the door was unlocked I leapt in and shoved the key in the ignition. I fumbled with it and finally turned it. The engine groaned and chugged but it wouldn't start.

"No, no, no," I whispered. I turned it again, this time feathering the gas.

"Jo?" Kate's weak voice came from the backseat.

"It's fine Katie," I mumbled not allowing myself to be distracted. The engine sputtered once, and my heart lifted. It chugged to life and I slammed it into drive. The engine coughed once more and died, a huge plume of smoke rising from under the hood.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I chanted under my breath. "Time to go guys." I said, whipping open my door. I pulled open Kate's door. "Let's go."

Kate struggled to her feet, clearly not connected with what was happening. "Run for the trees." I commanded, pushing Kate in the direction of the forest. She stumbled a few steps and nearly went down before she regained her balance and trotted towards the forest. I could hear her coughing as she went.

I glanced over my shoulder. The cars were still a mile away, crawling down the highway. I snagged my backpack off the floor of the backseat shrugging it on as I ran around to Nick's side.

His hazel eyes were fever bright, but he seemed more lucid. He was already struggling to get himself out of the seat. He cried out in pain as his leg was jostled. I shoved myself beneath his arm, it wasn't hard, his six foot frame gave him seven inches on me. I took as much of his weight as I could and started dragging him towards the relative safety and cover of the trees. He moaned with every step but did his best to keep moving. I could feel him start to sweat through his shirt. He cried out in pain as the two of us stumbled down the ditch.

We quickly caught up to Kate and I motioned towards the trees. The three of us were only fifty feet in the forest when the cars pulled up and stopped in the middle of the road. I swung us behind the nearest large trees. I turned to Kate and motioned for her to crouch down where the brush was thickest.

I left Nick leaning painfully behind a large tree and crept back closer to the road, trying to get a look at the group that was piling out of their vehicles. A large RV was in the lead, and now I could see it was too wide to pass between the two vehicles parked on either side of the road. From where I was I could see three other vehicles behind the RV. The group on the road was growing, but it didn't look like the one we had come across earlier which had been primarily male. This group looked like families. I even spotted a few kids. I stayed crouched low as I tried to get even closer.

"We need to get one of these moved so we can get through," a man in a sheriff's uniform was directing people. "You guys should search the vehicles, see what you can find."

I swore up and down in my head, they were going to take our stuff. I had my pack, which I had left at Kate's feet, but both Kate and Nicks bags were in the back of the SUV.

"Hey!" a dark haired man holding a crossbow called out.

The sheriff turned and approached him. From where I was I could see the man with the cross bow had his hand resting on the hood of our SUV. The sheriff mimicked the man's motion and his hand immediately dropped to the gun at his side as he spun towards the forest. I couldn't hear what the man with the crossbow said next, but the sheriff dropped his hand from his gun and turned to quietly approach the others.

The man with the crossbow disappeared from where I could see him, and my heart started to knock out an uneven rhythm in my chest. They knew we were here.

I turned and silently crept back towards Nick and Kate. We needed to move deeper into the forest. We were too close. By the time I reached them however, they had both sunk down to the forest floor. Kate was leaning against Nick's shoulder, both their eyes were closed. There was no way I was going to be able to move them without making a ton of noise. We would have to stay and hope they didn't find us. If they did...I tightened my grip on the golf club and stood over what was left of my family.

I don't know if I had ever felt more alone. They were completely dependent on me. I was strong for my size but this was a large group and running away wasn't an option. I looked to the forest, I considered leaving Nick and Kate and allowing myself to be seen. I could draw the group away into the forest and double back. I was good in the forest. I had spent years hiking in the backcountry out west and there weren't many who could keep up with me. But what if some of the group stayed? No, I couldn't risk Kate. My only option was to stay and fight if necessary.

Sweat gathered on my palms making the rubber grip slick and flies buzzed around my head. I didn't know how long I could stand waiting like this. The adrenaline was coursing through me and I started to shake. A branch broke in front of us. I risked a glance around the tree and spotted the sheriff. His gun was in his palm now as he looked to his left.

I let out a shaky breath. He hadn't spotted us yet.

A two note whistle sounded to my left.

I flinched and spun. I found myself staring down the shaft of an arrow. Only a few feet away a pair of angry, sky blue eyes glared at me from behind a crossbow.

How had I not heard him? The man with the crossbow's gaze was intense and his crossbow steady as he pointed it at my forehead. I readjusted my grip on the golf club. He was too far away for me to hit but if I flung the club I could get it caught up in his crossbow. It would give me a chance.

Thirty seconds later the sheriff appeared around the side of the tree and a second man, who looked military, came from the right. Both trained their guns on me. So much for that plan.

A ghost of a smile crossed behind the eyes of the man with the crossbow. I had a strange feeling he knew exactly what I had been planning. He was a hunter and I had fallen right into his trap. His eyes hardened then and I swallowed. I truly believed he wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if he thought I was a threat.

I stepped back keeping myself between them and my family. I kept the golf club raised, looking between all the men, and waiting for one of them to make a move.

The sheriff looked from me, down to the two people on the ground behind me. His eyes immediately changed from wary to something that may have been compassion. "Why don't you put down the weapon," the sheriff said in a soothing voice.

I could feel my muscles quivering from too much adrenaline and the weight of the golf club. I hadn't eaten a meal in days and my strength was suffering.

"We don't have anything for you to take," I snapped through gritted teeth. I crouched a little, tightening the muscles as I prepared to defend us. "Just leave us alone." I snarled. I tried to sound intimidating but felt like I was coming up horrifically short in the face of these men.

I let my eyes run from the man with the crossbow to the military man. Both of their hands were steady on their weapons. These men were just like the ones from the group who attacked us. They were experienced killers. They would have to be to keep that large of a mixed family group alive.

"Look-" the sheriff said taking a cautious step towards me.

I swung so I was facing him, my breath coming out in short, tightly controlled pants. We were in serious trouble, but I would not show fear. My eyes narrowed and fixed on him. I let all the fear and anguish hone themselves into an intense rage that I glared out at these men.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the sheriff said, raising his hands as though I was the one with the gun.

I risked another glance at the other two. My mind was tripping over itself as I tried desperately to figure out how I could get us out of this situation. I had played years of fastpitch when I was a teenager and though it was now over a decade ago I could swing the golf club as fast and as hard as any bat.

"We aren't going to hurt you," the sheriff was speaking in the low soothing tones usually reserved for wild animals and crazy people. I wondered if he thought I was crazy. We had certainly come across plenty of people who had cracked in the face of the new world.

"Then leave!" I snapped, my shoulders heaving with the effort it took to form coherent sentences while facing a threat. My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my chest; it was beating so hard I could hear it echoing in my ears. It was disorienting.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it. Stop, reset. I exhaled and felt better, more focused.

"Guys," the sheriff said, breaking eye contact with me. He waved one of the hands he had over his head. "They are putting their weapons downs." He assured me.

I risked a glance at them. The military man had re-holstered his gun and raised his hands just like the sheriff so I could see he posed no threat. Even as I watched him he took several large steps backward. He even gave me a small, reassuring smile.

The man with the crossbow however, did not retreat. I had always been good at reading body language and though he was no longer pointing the arrow at me I could see the tension in his arms. The muscles were taunt and ready to whip the crossbow back up in seconds. This man was the threat, and it was clear by his aggressive stance he wasn't convinced I wasn't still one as well. I glanced at the sheriff again but he had retreated several steps so I kept my focus on the man with the crossbow. His eyes were hard and wary as he watched not my face, but my hands and shoulders. He was good with body language too.

"Daryl," the sheriff's voice called. His voice had a hard edge to it as he spoke to the man with the crossbow, as though he wasn't entirely certain Daryl would listen. "Let's give her some space."

The man with the crossbow, Daryl, swung his gaze to the sheriff and back to me. "Shit no," he snapped almost angrily. "Could still be an ambush," He said, his hard eyes dropped to the two figures behind me.

I risked a glance at them and realized both of them had hands that were out of sight. I shook my head. "They are sick and injured. Not armed. No threat. Just leave us."

"They bit?!" Daryl snapped off the words as he raised his crossbow again.

I shook my head.

"My name is Rick," the sheriff was still talking in that obnoxious soothing voice. I wondered if it was something he learned to use in hostage situations. Assuming he was an actual cop. "That is Daryl and Shane. You look like you could use some help."

"We're fine," my words came out angry because we did need help, but there was no way I could ever trust strangers again. Everyone we had come across had tried to take advantage of us and I had no reason to believe these armed men would be any different.

"Look," the sheriff walked around so he was standing next to Daryl. It was still too close for me to be comfortable and I took half a step back so I was closer to Kate. "We are survivor's just like you. My family is up on the road. Let us help you."

"Hell no, Rick," I said snapped at him, wielding his name like a weapon.

"That a putter?" the military man, Shane, asked. He was the farthest away and so I hadn't been thinking of him.

I glanced up at the head of my golf club and nodded. It was one of the old fashioned heavy metal ones. "My grandpa's. Split more than a few skulls with it too."

Shane snorted out a laugh and crossed his arms across his chest. He flexed his biceps subtly and flashed me a charming smile when he did it. I wondered if it was on purpose or if flirting was simply a reflex he hadn't lost yet. "I believe that. Where you headed?"

"None of your business," I ground out the words, so he would know I wouldn't be charmed by him. My heart was starting to slow and the adrenaline was subsiding which was good except now I was starting to feel dizzy. I really needed to eat something. I lowered the club a little, not completely, but enough that it gave my muscles a chance to relax and recover.

"That your car on the road?" Rick asked in a gentle voice that grated on my nerves.

I nodded.

"It don't run." Shane observed with a hint of humor.

I glowered at him, I had had about enough of this asshole. "No shit. Piece of crap just died on us."

My fear made me snappy and I pressed my lips into a firm line to keep back any more scathing comments. They were being civil. I didn't need to do anything to escalate the situation. If I kept my temper maybe they really would just leave us alone.

"How about you let us help you get them back to the road?" Rick asked. "I wouldn't feel right leaving you all in a spot in the middle of no where...we won't hurt you or your people." Rick assured me. I lowered my golf club even more as I stared at him trying to see his angle.

"We need to get moving Rick. Think about Jim."

Rick nodded to Shane to show that he understood but never took his eyes off mine. He seemed so sincere...To be honest I didn't really have a choice. I had no clue how I was going to get Nick back up the ditch and into the car. And once we were all back up on the road we could go our separate ways no harm, no foul.

"Okay," I finally said, letting the club fall to my side.

"Okay?" Rick asked before he moved.

I nodded feeling like I had somehow failed my family.

"All right." Rick said, giving me a genuine smile. "I will help the girl, and Shane there will help the man. Is that okay?"

I nodded. Rick approached us slowly, his hands hanging at his side. He was going to a lot of effort to appear non-threatening. He came up to me and held out his hand. "Rick Grimes."

I stared at it for a moment before I shook it. "Jo," I replied. "Kate, my sister and that's Nick." I said, motioning behind me.

He nodded, then crouched down so he could look at Kate. "What happened to her?" he asked gently.

I crouched beside him. "She got sick a few weeks back. No meds, no doctor. Her cough has been getting progressively worse." I bit off the words clinically as though it didn't break my heart every time she had a coughing fit. As though I wasn't choked by terror every damn day that she wouldn't wake up.

"Katie," I said in a gentle voice. I reached out and shook her shoulder. Her eyes drifted open and as soon as she saw the men around us she tensed and tried to scramble away.

"Kate it's fine," I said quickly. I dropped the club on the ground and grabbed her hands. Her skin was cool and her bones felt like they would shatter in my grip.

"But-" she started, the fear shone brightly in her hazel eyes. She broke off in a coughing fit that left her doubled over and gagging on the ground. I pulled her half into my lap, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

When she finally stopped she heaved out a breath and hugged my legs. I look up at the men. "A while back we ran into another group...they-well, let's just say they weren't looking to help us. We barely escaped." I explained. Rick and Shane looked confused so I continued in a halting voice. "They...they were pretty explicit in what their intentions were for Kate and I before we escaped..."

I heard the men behind me make noises of disgust and anger. Rick's brow furrowed but he nodded in understanding. "Kate," he said, catching my sisters attention. "My name is Rick and I'm going to carry you back to your car for your sister okay?"

Kate nodded, still gasping for breath. I sat back on my haunches as he picked Kate up with little effort. She had lost so much weight in the last few weeks. On top of being sick she wasn't eating enough. I felt like a failure. 

Shane approached Nick.

"Nick," I called his name and he shook himself awake. His stared at us groggily and couldn't seem to focus on either one of us. He had no clue what was happening. It was a terrifying thought. This was no longer a world where you could be helpless. I lived in constant fear that his helplessness was a death sentence and not just for him, but all of us.

"He's high as a kite," Daryl sounded disgusted from behind us. "Leav'in y'all to take care of him while he-"

"Painkillers," I snapped whirling on him. "He broke his femur saving mine and Kate's lives a few days ago."

Daryl grunted but didn't say anything else. He still looked unconvinced, as though he would have continued on without the painkillers. I shook my head and turned away from him.

Shane grabbed Nick's arm and hauled him to his feet. "How'd he get all the way in here on a broken leg?" he asked curiously.

I stared up at Shane, the answer evident on my face. Shane shook his head slowly as though he were impressed. It didn't do much to make me feel better. I stooped down and grabbed the strap on my pack, swinging it over my shoulders. I glanced once at Daryl, but he had turned his attention to the forest. Shrugging to myself I followed the two men back to the road, my golf club over my shoulder, and leaving Daryl to bring up the rear guard.

I had only made it a few feet when I heard the quiet thwack of the crossbow. I whirled around, expecting Daryl to have fired at me. Instead he was facing four of Them, a fifth was on the ground not far from him with an arrow in its forehead.

"Daryl!" Rick called, turning back towards him with Kate still in his arms.

"Get them to the road I got this!" Daryl called back. He was fighting to get his crossbow reloaded as They shambled towards him.

Shane and Rick hesitated. Were they insane? One person couldn't fight five by themselves.

"Go!" Daryl bellowed angrily. The first of Them had reached him and he gave up loading his crossbow and swung it, catching it in the chest and knocking it back. One of the others had reached him though while the last two were coming up behind him.

I shrugged out of my backpack and ran at the ones coming at his back. I swung my golf club, knocking the first one down. It didn't break the skull however and I had to swing again before it finally shattered the skull in a spray of blood and thicker matter.

I heard noise behind me and whipped around to face the other one, but it caught me off balance. I stepped back to keep my center of gravity so I could swing the club again but my foot caught on something and I went down with it on top of me. The stench this close was enough to make me gag. My club was trapped between our bodies, but I managed to grip its chin in one hand to hold its mouth back and away from me. It's jaws continued to snap as it leaned into me, it's soft, cool flesh giving way beneath my fingers.

I turned my face away and to the side. I let go of the club and dropped my hand to my knife at my waist. The body was pinning the lower half of my body and I fought to lift my hips beneath it's weight so I could get my knife clear. I felt the body jerk, and as soon as it did my knife slipped free. I whipped my arm up and slammed my knife into the skull just as Daryl pulled the corpse the rest of the way off me. He seemed surprised to find it already dead. I looked up at him from the flat of my back, then glanced around checking for more.

"We good?" I asked, gasping for breath.

He nodded.

I flopped back on the leaf covered ground while I remembered how to breathe. I only let myself lay still for a minute before rolling to my feet. I quickly wiped my blade on the corpse's clothes and resheathed it before picking up my golf club and turning back to Daryl. He was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face. He glanced down at the corpse behind me and met my gaze levelly giving me a small nod. I nodded back, feeling somehow like I had passed some sort of test.

Daryl turned to the other bodies and stooped to pull out his arrows. I walked around him in a semicircle keeping myself between him and the trees while he was bent down. I twirled my golf club as I kept my eyes out for any more.

"Hey," he called to me.

I turned back to find him standing a little ways away. There was something about the way he was watching me that made think he had been doing so for some time.

"Let's go," he said jerking his chin towards the road. I couldn't be sure but I was pretty sure there was a glimmer of respect in his eyes.

I followed Daryl back towards the road, impressed by the way he prowled silently through the trees. I felt a lot less bad about him managing to sneak up on me earlier. With the way he moved, no one would have been able to hear him. By the time we climbed out of the ditch Rick and Shane had gotten Nick and Kate back into the SUV.

"Everything okay?" Rick asked, genuine concern coloring his voice.

Daryl nodded, not feeling the need to elaborate.

"Well," I said awkwardly. "Thanks."I gave Daryl a nod before turning back to my car.

I tossed my pack into the backseat and turned to pop the hood to see if there was anything that could be done to fix the car. I honestly knew nothing about car maintenance. Popping the hood was just for show. Despite their help they still made me uncomfortable and I wanted them to leave. I needed time to stop and think so I could figure out what the hell we were going to do next.

The others of the group had apparently spent the time we were in the woods raiding the other car and pushing it out of the way so the RV could get through. Now they were all standing near their vehicles watching us with cautious curiosity.

Rick was standing awkwardly by the hood, staring at Nick and Kate while he kicked at the asphalt. "We're headed to the CDC." Rick suddenly blurted out.

I frowned across the hood at him.

"We have a man with us...well, he needs to go there. And we heard it is safe."

I hadn't heard anything about that, but it made sense I suppose. This was a disease after all, so why wouldn't the military set up shop at the CDC?

I sunk into the drivers seat and tried turning the key a few times. Nothing. Not even a whimper. She really was dead in the water.

"They would have medicine," he added in a gentle voice as though I hadn't come to that conclusion myself. I chewed on my lip. Atlanta was a hot zone, but I didn't think Kate would last much longer without meds.

"Rick!" one of the women standing near the RV called him. "We have to go."

Rick nodded, waving her away. "There would also be doctors..." he dragged off.

My heart was in my throat. Kate and Nick would survive if they saw a doctor. Kate would get better if we could just find some antibiotics.

"You and your family could come with us..."

I sucked in a breath at his words, my mind racing. Trust no one. That policy had kept us alive.

I looked back at Nick and Kate. Well, it hadn't kept all of us alive. But we were still here damn it and I didn't know how to survive any other way.

"Now hold on..." Shane started to say. Rick held up his hand as though to silence the other man, but Shane pushed on. "More mouths to feed and helpless to boot."

I leapt out of the car onto my feet. "I'm not helpless." I ground out the words, low and angry.

Shane arched a brow sardonically and I wondered if he was being an ass because I hadn't been charmed by him. "Yeah, you and that little putter of yours are really deadly." He observed sarcastically.

"You have no idea," I snarled through gritted teeth.

Daryl, who had been standing behind Shane with his eyes on the forest turned and met my gaze at my words. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a small smirk before he turned back to the forest shaking his head. Seemed I wasn't the only one who wasn't a fan of Shane.

Rick shot Shane a disgusted look. "You're right, we don't. How long have you three been on your own?" he asked in a way I was pretty sure he was trying to make a point.

"How long ago did the epidemic start?" I asked rhetorically. "And we aren't looking for a handout or a group."

"How about just a ride then?" Rick asked, cutting in quickly before Shane could say anything. "Just a lift to the CDC so you can get you and your's taken care of?" He asked arching a brow. "It's an easy choice."

I let out a tired breath and scrubbed at my eyes with my hands. Did I really have a choice? I couldn't think of one. Kate was getting worse and if Nick didn't get that leg looked at there was a chance he would never be able to use it, which was as good as a death sentence in this world. I looked to Daryl beyond Rick and Shane. He was still facing away, keeping his eyes out for threats to his group. He had been given the perfect opportunity to attack me in the forest and he hadn't...and Shane and Rick could have easily hurt Nick and Kate while I was preoccupied helping Daryl.

"Okay." I finally said.

Rick arched a brow and Shane stalked off in a huff. "Okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "A ride would be appreciated. We even have some gas in a couple cans in the back to pay our way."

Rick nodded and gave me a small smile. "Gather your stuff. I'll figure out where to put you guys."

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Hi all, I hope you enjoyed the first update of Last One Fighting!