𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒, the walking dead (rewrite)

07. Oh, holy wine!¹

Genesis.

[Season 1—episode 6]
Ts-19.

IT WAS A SHOCKING view to say the least. Melissa wondered if it was really happening. Maybe the bright light was just heaven welcoming them in. Maybe they were all dead.

She couldn't know yet.

Her hold on Carl loosened as everyone stared ahead, too shocked to move. The bright light became less bright, it didn't hurt her eyes anymore. Not before long, they were all running inside, away from the rotted hands of the walkers.

Guns and weapons ready as they stood in the middle of the CDC. They were vulnerable, alone, desperate. Melissa's brows knitted together as she looked around the lonely place, it was pretty dark, broken glass and blood was splattered all over the floors. Every hello Rick yelled came back right at him.

They were pretty much alone. Until the sound of a gun cocking reached their ears, echoing in the concrete walls. All eyes darted to where the noise was coming from, there was a sandy haired man standing there, his riffle was up and aimed as he stared back at them, dull eyes and tall height.

"Anybody infected?"

Melissa got goosebumps in her arms as she looked at him, her knife held tight. There was someone but was he friendly? He stood far away from them, distanced like a good scientist—or sane person, would do with strangers in an infested world.