“You’re, Jenny?”  Jenny turned and found Glenn beside her. 

          Jenny nodded and held out her hand for him to shake, “That’s me.  And you’re Glenn.” She smiled and Glenn nodded, shaking her hand

          “My Gosh, it's like Times Square down there.” Andrea breathed out.  Looking over the ledge Jenny nodded in agreement.  The smell of rotted flesh wafted up towards them and Jenny wrinkled her nose.  She had seen Times Square before, and the crowds were indeed similar, only the crowds in time square were alive, and not looking for their next human victim.

          “How's that signal?” Morales asked.

          “Like Dixon's brain… Weak.” T-Dog grunted.

          “Keep trying.” Dean spoke.  If there was hope of any camp out there he’d take his chances.  He had seen Sam and Jenny killed more than once in their chaotic life, and now he needed a safe place for them.  The longer they were on the road, the more guilt seeped into his conscience.

          “Why?” Andrea spoke up, “There's nothing they can do.  Not a d*** thing.” She muttered, disheartened.

          “Got some people outside the city is all.  There's no refugee center.  That's a pipe dream.” Morales told Rick, the sheriff. 

          “Then she's right.  We're on our own.  It's up to us to find a way out.”  Rick as Sam leaned over the edge.  He didn’t like their chances, Dean was beside him in seconds, looking mournfully down at the Impala sounded by the dead.  

          “Good luck with that.  These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear.” Merle spoke up.  “Ain't that right, sugar tits? Hey, honeybunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway.” Merle continued.  Dean whirled around, Merle was talking in Jenny’s direction.  He clenched his fists.  

          “What did you say to her?” Dean growled and Sam turned, realizing what Dean had moments before.  The two brothers fumed and Jenny hoisted the riffle.

          “I’d rather die, a**hat.”  Jenny said, and walked over to Sam and Dean, out of Merle’s line of sight.

          “Rub muncher.  I figured as much.”  Merle grumbled. Dean and Sam both made a grab for their guns, but Jenny stopped them from killing the perverted psycho.

          “The streets ain't safe.  Now there's an understatement.” Morales said.

          “What about under the streets? The sewers?” Rick spoke.  That got everyone’s attention. 

          “Oh man.” Morales said and turned to Glenn,  “Hey, Glenn, check the alley.  You see any manhole covers?” at this Glenn ran over to the edge and peered downwards a few zombies staggered around, growling and making gurgling grumbles.

          “No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are.”  Glenn said.

          “Maybe not.” Jacqui spoke up.  Jenny turned to face her, and Jacqui continued, “Old building like this built in the '20s… Big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding down in the subbasements.”  Jacqui informed the group.

          “How do you know that?” Sam asked.

          “It's my job… was.” Jacqui hesitated.  She felt a pang in her chest.  At first she had thought her work was boring, but now, oh what she wouldn’t give for boring.  “I worked in the city zoning office. Building.” 

          The group headed down to the basement and went in search of a sewer entrance.  Sam walked over to a large hole that lead straight down into the ground.  He turned, and waved everyone over.

          “I think I’ve got it.” Sam called.  Dean and Jenny came jogging over, shortly followed by the rest of the group. 

          “This is it? Are you sure?” Morales asked.

          “I scoped this place out the other times I was here.  It's the only thing in the building that goes down.”  Glenn insisted, “But I've never gone down it.  Who'd want to, right?”  with those words everybody turned to look at him.   

          Realization dawned upon his face and Glenn frowned, “Oh, Great.”

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          “We'll be right behind you.” Andrea spoke as they prepared to descend into the pit. 

          “No, you won't.  Not you.”  Glenn spoke up. 

          Frowning Andrea placed a hand on her hip, “Why not me? Think I can't?” she challenged.

          “I wasn't…” Glenn started before he bit his tongue.

          “Speak your mind.” Rick encouraged. 

           “Look, until now I always came here by myself… In and out, grab a few things… No problem.” Glenn began, “The first time I bring a group… Everything goes to h***. No offense.” Glenn said,

          Dean shrugged his shoulders, he could care less, but Sam leaned forward, looking down the hole.  He didn’t like the thought of going down there, but if it had to be done so be it.  Dean decided definitively that he wouldn’t, not since the shape shifter incident.

          “If you want me to go down this gnarly hole, fine… But only if we do it my way.  It's tight down there.  If I run into something and have to get out quick, I don't want you all jammed up behind me getting me killed. I'll take one person… Not you either.  You've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors, covering our a**.” Glenn said, looking from Andrea to the Winchesters.  

          “Got it.”  Dean said, content with this decision.

          “And you've got the only other gun, so you should go with him.  You be my wingman.  Jacqui stays here. Something happens, yell down to us, get us back up here in a hurry.”  Glenn spoke, pointing to Morales who would be accompanying him down the drain.

          “Okay.” Jacqui said quietly. 

          “Okay, everybody knows their jobs.” Rick said and the group watched anxiously as Glenn leads down the ladder, followed by Morales.  As soon as the two disappeared from sighed, the group dispersed.

          Morales and Glenn walked down the sewer.  It was damp and dark, the flashlight providing a small haunting light that didn’t illuminate much of the space. 

          The tunnel smelled of mildew and wet cement.  A rat squealed and darted across the tunnel.  Glenn gasped in surprise, feeling his heart pound in his throat.  It took him only a moment to catch his breath before he gripped the flashlight tighter and continued on.

          Meanwhile on the surface, the zombies banged on the glass as Jenny checked out the woman’s department.  Her plaid flannel smelled like guts and her T-shirt was starting to smell.  She couldn’t wait to get her hands on a shower… that is, if she ever saw one again.

          She found a tank-top featuring Led Zeppelin, a green button up.  She grabbed a couple pairs of socks from what was left, stopping briefly to stare at the sleep wear.

          Spending her life on the road meant that pajamas were usually retired day clothes, or day clothes she was too lazy to change out of, But as she scanned the pajamas featured on the mannequins, she couldn’t help but want them. 

          There were luxury pajamas made of sick, and plaid pajama pants, there was even a black tank-top and matching shorts, printed with moons, they also had an option of little red mushrooms.

          “What did you get?”  Dean asked, walking over.  Jenny held up the Led Zeppelin tank and his eyes widened, “A sister with fine taste, Bravo Jyn.” Dean mused and she shrugged. 

          “Think I have time to put these on?”  She asked and Dean nodded.

          “The doors are holding for now.”  Dean said as Jenny made her way behind one of the displays and began to change.  She peeled off her jacket and set it aside. Though it was dirty, she didn’t plan on parting with it. 

           As Jenny changed, and Sam and Dean covered the doors, Andrea and Rick stood near one another.  “Sorry for the gun in your face.” Andrea apologized. 

          “People do things when they're afraid.” Rick said.  He knew her fear was justified, heck, the dead were walking among them.

          “Not that it was entirely unjustified.” Andrea said, “You did get us into this.” She said.

          “If I get us out, would that make up for it?” Rick asked, and Andrea shook her head. 

          “No, but it'd be a start.” She told him blatantly.

          “Next time though, take the safety off.  It won't shoot otherwise.”  Rick said.  Andrea looked at him in surprise. 

          “Oh.” She said softly.

          “Is that your gun?” Rick asked her, gesturing to her gun.

          Nodding Andrea glanced down at her gun, “ It was a gift.  Why?” she asked.

          “Little red dot means it's ready to fire.” He said, taking it to show her.  After familiarizing herself, Rick handed her back the gun. “You may have occasion to use it.” Rick said.

          “Good to know.” Andrea spoke.

          Back on the roof, T-Dog was talking into the radio, trying to find the sweet spot in the connections.  “Anybody out there? Hello? Anybody read? I'm hoping to hear somebody's voice ‘because I'm getting sick and tired of hearing mine.” T-Dog grumbled. 

          “Yeah, well, that makes two of us.” Merle spoke and T-Dog sighed in exasperation.  “Why don't you knock that crap off? You're giving me a headache, boy.” Merle drawled.

          T-Dog turned on Merle and glared, “Why don't you pull your head out of you’re a**? Maybe your headache will go away.” He suggested bitterly as Merle chuckled.  “Try some positivity for a change.”  T-Dog said, cursing under his breath.

          “I'll tell you what… You get me out of these cuffs and I'll be all ‘Sammy Sunshine’ positive for you.”  Merle smirked, “Hey, see that hacksaw over there in that tool bag? Get it for me, hmm? Make it worth your while.  What do you say, man? Come on.  Get me out of these things.”  Merle spoke, trying to convince T-Dog to set him free.

          “So you can beat me up again? Or call me names some more?” T-Dog growled.

          “Come on now.  It wasn't personal.  It's just that your kind and my kind ain't meant to mix.  That's all.  It doesn't mean we can't… Work together, parley, as long as there's some kind of mutual gain involved.”  Merle spoke, realizing he had personally wounded the one dude in charge of watching him.  “So… about that hacksaw…”

          T-Dog raised a brow, “I guess you want me to get that rifle from that girl too so you can shoot that cop when he comes back up, huh?” T-Dog said.  Of course Merle had been thinking about that, but it was clear that T-Dog wasn’t going to let up.

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          In the sewers, Glenn and Morales continued to look for a way out. They reached a grate and wondered if they can break through.

          “Yeah, we've got ourselves a sewer tunnel.  Jacqui was right.” Morales spoke.

          “Can we cut through it?” Glenn wondered, surveying the grate. 

          “If we had a blowtorch and half a day, sure.  Dale's hacksaw sure as heck won't do it.”  Morales said.  No sooner than he had spoken a gurgle and growl rose up.  A zombie slammed into the grate, chewing on a rat, its tailing hanging out of it’s mouth as it gnawed on the tiny creature, its guts spilling down it’s chin.

          Glenn and Morales jumped back as the zombie tried, unsuccessfully to grab at them.

          Rick watched as Andrea paused in the jewelry, her eyes lingering on one piece in particular.  Rick approached her, still hoping to make amends.

          “See something you like?” Rick asked.  He looked at the necklace on the counter.  It was a simple silver chain with a mermaid charm that sparkled in the fading sunlight.

          “Not me, but I know someone who would… My sister.” Andrea said, “She's still such a kid in some ways.  Unicorns, dragons… She's into all that stuff.  But mermaids… They rule.  She loves mermaids.” Andrea trailed off, thinking of her sister.  She wondered if she’d ever get to see her again. 

          “Why not take it?” Rick asked.

          “There's a cop staring at me.” Andrea smiled a little as Rick chuckled.  “Would it be considered looting?” She asked, and Rick shrugged.

          “I don't think those rules apply anymore.  Do you?” Rick asked.

          Before Andrea had a chance to answer, the first layer of glass shattered.  The gurgling became louder as the Zombies pressed against the final layer, banging with renewed vigor.  They were hungry, and to them, the scent of the human’s flesh was tantalizing. 

          Glenn and Morales joined everyone back on the surface and Rick turned to them, “What did you find down there?” Rick asked.

          “Not a way out.” Morales said. 

          “We need to find a way… And soon.” Andrea spoke.  Jenny and Dean came jogging over, Jenny wearing her new shirt and button up, along with a pair of pajamas tucked into her backpack. 

          The group headed back up to the roof, and Jenny rubbed her tired legs as they looked out over the surrounding area.  Rick’s eyes found a truck at a construction site.  It was close.

          “That construction site, those trucks… They always keep keys on hand.” Rick said.

          “You'll never make it past the walkers.” Morales said.

          “You got me out of that tank.” Rick said, looking at Glenn. 

          “Yeah, but they were feeding.  They were distracted.”  Glenn said.

          “Can we distract them again?” Rick asked. 

          Jenny held up her backpack, “I’ve got some empty cans, we can drop them off the side, draw them away.”  She suggested.

          “Right. Listen to him.  He's onto something.  A diversion, like on ‘Hogan's Heroes.’”  Merle grunted.

          “Give it a rest.” Dean growled.

          “They're drawn by sound, right?” Rick asked.

          Glenn nodded, “Right, like dogs.  They hear a sound, they come.”

          “What else?” Rick asked.  If they used the cans like Jenny suggested, the zombies would have lost interest by the time they reached the bottom of the stairs.

          “Aside from they hear you? They see you, smell you and if they catch you, they eat you.” Morales spoke.

          “They can tell us by smell?” Rick asked.

          “Can't you?” Glenn spoke and Dean raised his arm, throwing it over Jenny’s shoulder.  She swatted him away and gagged, even though she didn’t smell much better. 

          “They smell dead, we don't.  It's pretty distinct.”  Andrea said.

          Rick turned and headed back down the stairs.  Everyone, intrigued followed close behind.  Once in the department, Rick gave everyone oversized T-shirts and sheets. 

          “If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold.” Glenn muttered. 

          “He's right.  Just stop, okay? Take some time to think this through.”  Morales suggested

          “How much time? They already got through one set of doors, that glass won't hold forever.”  Rick said as they steppes outside They dragged one of the zombies they killed into the store, laying him on the ground as Rick grabbed a fire axe and the group put on their trench coats, sheets and shirts so they didn’t get guts on their good clothes.

          Rick prepared to start chopping, but he stops at the last moment.  He gets down and searches the creature.  He pulls out a wallet and opened it up.

          “Wayne Dunlap.” Rick read, “Georgia license.  Born in 1979.  He had $28 in his pocket when he died… And a picture of a pretty girl.  ‘With love, from Rachel.’”  Everyone paused, “He used to be like us… Worrying about bills or the rent or the Super Bowl.  If I ever find my family, I'm gonna tell them about Wayne.” Rick stated.

          The Winchesters exchanged a glance.  At some point many of the monsters they faced were human.  Werewolves were turned, Vampires too.  The Wendigo, the ghosts.  Loads of them, But that didn’t mean that they were still people.  Once they killed, once they consumed, they lost their humanity.

          “One more thing…” Glenn spoke up, “He was an organ donor.”

          There was a moment of silence and Jenny turned to look at Dean.  Of course, her older brother had a look of suppressed amusement on his face

          Without warning, Rick raised the axe and brought it down in one swift motion, embedding the blade in the walker’s skin.  When he pulled the axe out the suckling squelch of the skin made Jenny shiver. 

          Gore didn’t really do much for the Winchesters now, seeing as they had personally seen a lot of bodies.  Jenny remembered their encounter with Famine and how his power had made two lovers eat each other alive.  She remembered looking through the remains with a fine tooth comb, and the smell was just as bad. 

          “Madre de Dios!” shouted Morales, “ Dios!” Glenn groaned and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and grunted m

          “Keep chopping.” Rick spoke and handed the axe to Morales as everyone gagged.

          “I am so gonna hurl.” Glenn moaned.

          “Later.” Rick said and Dean took a step away from Glenn, wanting to avoid the vomit spray if need be.  “Everybody got gloves? Don't get any on your skin or in your eyes” Rick warned.  The group applied some guts to Rick and Glenn's cover clothes. 

          “Oh Gosh! Oh jeez.  Oh, this is bad.  This is really bad.” Glenn spoke, his face turning green. 

          “Think about something else… Puppies and kittens.  Dead puppies and kittens.” Rick spoke and Glenn doubled over, throwing up.  The acid goo sloshed against the ground and Jenny looked away, wanting to avoid the sight of the sludge.

          “That is just evil. What is wrong with you?” Andrea snapped in Rick’s direction. 

          “Next time let the cracker beat his a**.” Jacqui suggested, her eyes narrowed.

          “I'm sorry.” Rick apologized. 

          “You suck.” Glenn muttered.

          “Do we smell like them?” Rick asked and Sam nodded, wincing as he stared at the gut covered group. 

          “Oh yeah.” Jenny chuckled lightly.

          "Just in case.” Glenn spoke and held out a hand to Andrea who handed him a gun. 

          “If we make it back, be ready.”  Rick said as Dean knelt down to slather some guts on himself as well.  While the distraction was running, he’d grab the Impala and follow after. He wanted to help in the diversion and get the zombies as far away from Sam and Jenny as possible.

          “What about Merle Dixon?” T-Dog asked, and Rick tossed the handcuff key to him.

          “Give me the ax.” Dean spoke up, “We need… We need more guts.”  Rick handed Dean the ax, and Dean adjusted his grip on the handle before chopping.

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          Jenny and Sam ran up to the rooftops and peered over the edge, watching intently as Dean, Rick, and Glenn slowly walked outside.  The Zombies briefly sniffed in their direction and then went about their business of shuffling and gurgling.

          Rick, Glenn, and Dean crawled under a bus and came out the other side where the large Horde of Zombies was waiting.  Dean staggered towards the Impala and quietly slipped inside.  Of course, he grimaced at the fact that he was getting guts on the seat of the car and wrinkled his nose.

          “Hey, what's happening, man?” Merle barked as the rest of the group joined Jenny and Sam on the ledge.

          “Hey, T-Dog, try that C.B.” Morales suggested and T-Dog nodded, picking up the receiver.

          “Hey, come on.  Talk to me, y'all.” Merle growled.

          Ignoring him, T-Dog turned on the walkie and spoke into it, “Base camp, this is T-Dog.  Anybody hear me? Can anybody out there hear me?” T-Dog asked.

          Morales looked down noticing Glenn and Rick.  “There.” He pointed.  

          Thunder rumbled overhead and Jenny turned to look at Sam.  The rain would wash away the death rags they were wearing. 

          “That a**hole is out on the street with the handcuff keys?” Merle snapped.  T-Dog  reached into his pocket and showed Merle the key he had.

          “Hello? Hello?” The radio crackled and Jenny whirled around to stare.  “Reception's bad on this end.  Repeat.  Repeat.” A voice crackled through.

          “Shane, is that you?” T-Dog asked, “We're in some deep s***.  We're trapped in the department store.  There are geeks all over the place.  Hundreds of 'em.  We're surrounded.” T-Dog spoke.

          The radio crackled, and the distorted voice echoed through, “T-Dog, repeat that last.  Repeat.”  The radio beeped, red light flashing.  Their signal wasn’t strong enough. 

          Down in the street Glenn leaned over to Rick, “It's gonna work.  I can't believe it.”  Glenn whispered.

          “Don't draw attention.” Rick whispered back.  They turned, watching as Dean got into his car, leaving the door open incase the sound of it shutting broke his cover.  While Rick and Glenn continued to shuffle down the street, the clouds above opened for the rain that started to fall on them.

          “Oh man.  It's just a cloudburst.  We get 'em all the time.  It'll pass real quick.” Morales said, mostly to reassure the group. 

          “It’s going to wash off the death scent.” Sam spoke and Jenny grabbed the rifle and hoisted it onto the side, following the two with the Sniper rifle.  She would shoot as many of the zombies as she could if they were discovered.

          “What are you doing?” Andrea asked, starting at Jenny.

          “Relax, I’m just covering them.  I’m a good shot.”  Jenny replied, and smirked a little.

          “Good is an understatement, Jyn.”  Sam said and Jenny nodded with a chuckle.

          Rick and Glenn tried not to panic as they continued to walk at a normal pace. They noticed that the rain was starting to wash off the guts.  The zombies are startee to get a whiff of life walking past them and they began to get a little more aggressive towards Rick and Glenn as they try to figure out if they are dead or alive.

          The clicking of rotted teeth and gurgles filled the air. 

          “The smell's washing off.  Isn't it? Is it washing off?” Glenn asked, his whispers laced with panic. 

          “No, it's not.  Well, maybe.” Rick whispered back.  However, as more guts washed off, the zombies realize that they are indeed alive.  The smell of their fresh pumping blood drew them in.  One of them charged at Rick and Glenn.  Rick raised the axe and slammed it into the zombie’s head, sending it rolling across the ground, leaving a trail of brains as it came to a stop. 

          “Run!” Rick shouted.  Glenn took off down the street with Rick killing six more with the axe and Glenn killing two with a crowbar he had smuggled. 

          “Come on, come on, come on.” Morales whispered and Jenny pulled the trigger.  She blasted the head of a zombie apart, and it fell to the ground, taking another with it.  Jenny reloaded and continued to fire, each bullet making it’s mark. 

          Rick and Glenn threw their weapons over a fence and clambered over it before the zombies could reach them.  While Glenn found the keys to a truck, Rick pulled Merle's pistol and killed more zombies.

          Glenn finally found the keys to the truck and threw them to Rick.  “Rick!” he called, gaining the sheriff’s attention.  They climbed into the truck as some zombies started climbing over the fence and hobbling after them.

          One of them reached the truck and taps on Glenn's window.  It snarled before it’s head was blown apart, splattering blood and brains across the window. 

          “Go, go, go, go!” Glenn shouted.  The two speed away before the zombies could catch up. Dean slammed the car door closed, now in the clear.  Her turned the Impala and raced along beside the truck.

          “They're leaving us.” Andrea gasped. 

          “What? What?” Merle shouted. 

          “Where they going? Where they going?” Morales called as Andrea leaned over the edge.

          “No, no, come back!” She shouted.

          Down in the truck Glenn was panting hard, “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.  They're all over that place.” He breathed out. 

          “You need to draw them away.” Rick spoke, “Those roll-up doors at the front of the store… That area? That's what I need cleared.”  Rick said, looking out the window to make sure the Impala was keeping up. 

          “Raise your friends.  Tell them to get down there and be ready.” Rick added.

          “And I'm drawing the geeks away how? I… I missed that part.” Glenn asked timidly, hoping live bait wasn’t on the menu.

          “Noise.”  Rick said as he pulled up next to a red sports car.  They parked and Dean got out of his car, walking over.  They briefly informed him of the plan and Rick smashed the window of the sports car.

          The car alarm started to sound and Dean slid inside, hotwiring the car for Glenn.  Glenn got in and drove the sports car back towards the store and Rick took the truck back as well.  Dean was kept at a good distance as he scouted the street ahead, making sure there would be no blockage. 

          “Those roll-up doors at the front of the store facing the street… Meet us there and be ready.” Everyone jumped to life when they heard Glenn's voice coming through the walkie.

          Jenny grabbed her bag and the rifle.  Sam lead her to the door and headed down the stairs, following the group, heading down towards the loading dock to make their escape, whereas Merle Dixson was still handcuffed.

          “Come on! Let's go, let's go!” Morales called to T-Dog who grabbed the last pf his stuff.

          “Hey, you can't leave me here! I'm not fooling, man! Morales! Hey, man! Don't do this!” Merle pleaded.

          “Come on.” Andrea called as her and Jacqui left the roof.

          “Hey, that's my gun.  You can't leave me! Don't leave me here, you guys!” Merle cried.

           Andrea called for Morales, “I'm coming! We've gotta go!” Morales called and left the roof, while T-Dog hesitated.

          “Morales! You can't leave me like this, man! Hey, T-Dog.  No, man.  You can't leave me, man.  You can't leave me here…” Merle yowled, “Not like this.  You can't, man.  It's not human.  Come on, don't do this!”

          T-Dog groaned, but decided to free Merle Dixon.

          “Come on, T.  Come on! Come on, yeah! Yeah! Come on! Co… That's it! Yes! Come on, baby! Come on.” Merle chuckled gleefully.  T-Dog ran over to him, fishing thee key out of his pocket.  However, when he ran back towards Merle, he tripped. The handcuff key fell from of his hand and slid across the cement, falling down into a drain, making a plopping sound at the bottom.

          “Son of a—! You did that on purpose!” Merle spat, fury ranging in his eyes as T-Dog staggered to his feet, staring.

          “I didn’t mean to.”  T-Dog stuttered.

          “You lie! You did it on purpose!” Merle cried.

          “It was an accident!” T-Dog said, backing away.  Merle’s eyes widened. 

          “Don't leave me, man! Don't leave me! Don't leave me! You liar!” Merle cursed as T-Dog ran towards the door apologizing as he backed away.  “Don't leave me! T- Don't leave me, man! Don't leave… don't leave me!” Merle cried.

          In an effort to try and help Merle, T-Dog chained the door to the roof shut.

          “Hey! What are you doing, man? You're gonna rot! You're gonna rot! Come back, man!” Merle continued screeching.

          T-Dog left the roof, running down the stairs as he called for his group, Merle’s screams echoing in his head.  “Wait a minute! Here I come! Don't leave me! Don't leave!” 

          The rest of the survivors made it to the loading dock.  “Okay.  Okay.  I got it.” Andrea spoke, before Morales hushed her.  “What is that?” Andrea whispered as a car engine revved.

          “Come on.  Come on.  Get closer.  Get closer.  Come on.  Come on.” Glenn muttered as he pulled up to the store in the red sports car.

          The zombies turned and began to follow the car, snarling.  The sound of the revving engine invigorated the monsters, drawing them closer, luring them away from the store.

          T-Dog rejoined the rest of the survivors just in time before the zombies broke through the second set of doors and began to storm the store.  Thanks to Glenn, Rick had the chance to pull in with his truck.

          “Hey, wait for me!” T-Dog shouted.  The zombies flooded into the store, and T-Dog’s eyes were wide with fear.  “They're here! Let's go! They're in here!” He shouted.

          Jenny put the Sniper riffle on her back and withdrew her Colt.  She kept guard until Rick banged on the door.

          “Let's go! Open the door!” Sam shouted.   Rick opened the door and Morales, Jacqui, Andrea, and T-Dog climbed in, behind Jenny and Sam.

          “I'm in!” Morales said as he closed the door before the zombies could get to them and the group made their escape.

          Jenny made her way to the front of the truck and peered in at Rick through the grate.  “Where is Dean?” She asked franticly.

          “He’s up ahead, he’s safe.”  Rick reassured Jenny and she breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down.

          Merle was still on the roof, handcuffed to the pipe.  “Don't leave me! You'll die! Dang you! You're gonna rot in h***!” Merle kept yelling.  

          As they drove away, everyone noticed Merle was missing.  “I dropped the d*** key.” T-Dog muttered.  Everyone exchanged a glance, and upon realizing that there wasn’t anything that they could do, the group continued to drive away from Atlanta.

          Andrea looked around, not seeing Glenn with them or in the front with Rick.  “Where's Glenn?”

         Down the highway that Rick used to enter Atlanta, the red sports car raced down the street, alarm still ringing as Glenn drove. He was listening to music and screaming at the rush of driving down the road so fast.

          “Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah-hoo-hoo!” Glenn hollered at the top of his lungs…