Two men, a fat one in a white shirt, and a skinny one in a blue shirt stand in the doorway. "Son of a bitch." The skinny one said. They chuckle. "They're alive."

The blue one pours himself a glass. "I'm Dave." The blue shirt says. "The scrawny douche back there's Tony." He adds. "We met on I-95 coming out of Philly. Damn shit hole that was." He finishes. "I'm Glenn. Nice to meet some new people." Glenn says. "Rick Grimes. Rick says. "How bout you, fella? You have a drink?" Dave asks. "I just quit." Hershel says. "You've got a unique sense of timing, my friend." Dave chuckles. "His names Hershel." Rick says. He nods to me. "And that's Isabelle." "Hershel lost people today. A lot of them." Rick adds. "I'm truly sorry to hear that. To better days and new friends. And to our dead, may they be in a better place." Dave says before everyone takes a drink. He leans over, and Rick sees his gun. Dave pulls it out and sits back. "Not bad, huh? I got it off a cop." Dave says, admiring the gun. "I'm a cop." Rick says. "This one was already dead." Dave assures him.

"You fellas are a long way from Philadelphia." Rick says. "Feels like we are a long way from anywhere." Dave says. "What drove ya south?" I ask. "I can tell ya it wasn't the weather. I must've dropped 30 pounds in sweat along down here." Dave said. "I wish." Tony cuts in. "Ah, first it was D.C. Heard that that there must've been some kinda refugee camp but the roads are so jammed we never even got close. Decided to get off the highways. Every group we came across had a rumor about a way outta this thing." Dave says. "Some guy told us there was a coast guard down in the gulfs sending ferries down to the islands." Dave said.

"How bout you guys?" Dave asks. "Fort Bennet, eventually." Rick said. "I hate to piss in your cornflakes but we ran across a grunt that was stationed at Bennet. Said that the place is overrun by Sticks." Dave said. "So, Fort Bennet is gone?" Glenn asks. "Are you for real?" "Sadly, yes. By the way, doesn't look like you guys are hanging your hats here. You holed up somewhere else?" Dave asks.

Here we go.

"Not really." Rick says. "That's your car up front?" Dave asks. "Yeah. Why?" Glenn asks. "We are living in ours. Yours looks empty, clean. Where's y'all's gear?" he asks. "We are with a larger group or scouting. Thought we could use a drink." Hershel says. " A drink? Hershel, I though you quit. Well, we're thinking of setting up around here. Is it safe?" Dave asks.

"We aren't too sure. We just got here a couple days ago, but if your quiet, it can be. Couple walkers here and there." I said. "Walkers. That's what ya call 'em? I like that better. Ok, Tony won the challenge." Dave said. Now he's making no sense. "Two years." Tony said. "So you guys set up on the outskirts or something? That new development?" Dave asks. "Trailer park or somethin'?" Tony asks, walking to the wall and peeing. God. "Farm? Old McDonald had a farm. You on a farm? Is it safe? It's gotta be. You got food, water?" Dave asks. "We've said enough." Rick says. "Well, hey, this farm sound pretty sweet. How about a little Southern hospitality? We've got some bodies back at camp, having a real hard time. I don't see why you can make room for a few more, we could pull our resources and man power." Dave asks. "Look, I'm sorry, that's not an option." Rick says. "Don't sound like it'd be a problem." Dave says. "I'm sorry, we can't." Hershel says. "We can't take in anymore." Rick adds.

"I'll shoot you three asshole in the head and take your camp-" Tony begins. "Woah! Nobody's shooting anybody in the head, right Rick?" Dave asks, hopping the counter. He takes his gun and lays it on the counter. I shift so that I can grab a knife and plunge it into Tony's head if need be. "We're just friends having a drink, that's all. Now! Where's the good stuff? Huh?" Dave asks, digging around. He pulls out a bottle. "Now about that farm-" he begins. "Keep looking. It's too crowded." I cut in. "Keep looking. Where you suggest you do that?" Dave asks me. "I don't know. I hear Nebraska's nice." I say. He chuckles. And then he lunges for his gun.

Rick shoots Dave in the head as I plunge a knife into Tony's head, and yanks it out. Rick shoots him twice for good measure. Tony slides to the ground. I wipe my knife on my pants and keep hold of it.