The start of it all

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"Stay, I want no bullshit. Got that." The man said to me, pointing a gun to my head. I was sitting at a table, well more like tied to a chair.

"Is this how you treat all you guess? You must be a lonely man." I spit back, but he paid no mind to me. He went into the other room, the room with Rick inside.

Okay Kayla, both of them are in there, you can escape. But, what about Rick? I can't just leave him here. God damn it.

I waited for what felt like hours.

Morgan walked out, some blood on his hands. "He's alright, you told the truth. It was a gunshot, here let me untie you." he said walking closer to me.

How can I believe him, what if he killed Rick in there and is just trying to lower my guard.

The second my legs and arms were free I lunged at him. The both of us went to the ground, but I'm on top, with my forearm against his neck.

"How do I know you're telling the truth, and that you didn't kill him?"

"DADDY!" The little boy yelled, ready to hit me with his bat.

But his father put a hand up to him, signaling him to stop. "It's okay son, and he's alive, I get your sacred. Go look for yourself."

My body moved against my will, and I was limping to the room. And there he was, Rick Grimes sitting up on the bed.

"Hey kiddo, how's the foot?" was all he said, he is in a strangers house and he's asking me how am I?

"Rick you son of a bitch, worry about yourself before others, but it's fine." I couldn't help but smile.

"Watch the mouth. And I'd plead. Come on, let's go see what the hell is going on." And with that he wrapped himself up in a blanket and we both walked out the room.

Walking out I see Morgan and his son at the table, and it's set for four. Nothing was said, I just sat down. Across from Morgan, next to his son. Rick sat in between Morgan and I.

Then I actually looked around. None of the lights were on, all candle lit, a bunch of rachens in one corner of the room, and two beds in the middle of the floor. How did I not notice all of this before?

Rick walked into the living room, "This place, Fred and Cindy Drake's." he said walking around the room.

And I looked at some of the picture frames on the walls. Yup, this is their house. Their daughter Ella was in most of them, she was a friend from school. We weren't close or anything, but lunch buddies. Wait, why are we in their house? Did this man kill them?

"Never met 'em," was all Morgan said.

"I've been here before. This is their place." Rick said.

"And this is their daughter in most of the photos.'' I said pointing to some on the wall.

"It was empty when we got here,"

"What do you mean empty, from the looks of it there is obviously stuff in here." I said with cold eyes.

"No one was in the house, they left, like nearly everyone else." he said with the same eyes. What does he mean like nearly everyone else?

From the corner of my eye I see Rick trying to pull back the blankets covering the window.

"Don't do that, they'll see the light. There's more of them out there than usual." and with that he went back to the table. " I never should've fired that gun today. Sound draws them" who is them? "Now they're all over the street." He moved a metal cylinder from the table. "Stupid, using a gun. But it all happened so fast, I didn't think."