My Dads name is Rick.

How this came to be

Rick's P.O.V

I sprint to the cell where Zac and Arielle are. Carl right behind me

"Rick..." Beth softly says, as she cradles Judith outside the entrance of the cell. Carl pushes pass her to go into the cell.

"Rick! What's wrong?" Michonne calls out to me, running into the cell block. I spin around, tears in my eyes. Michonne covers her mouth with her hand. "No..."

"I-I'm n-n-not sure..." I stutter.

Two days ago...

Arielle's P.O.V

"Come on Zk it's this way!" I shout, the two of us weave our way through the forest, rotters coming at us from all angles. We run for what seems like miles and days. The sun is even beginning to set.

"Ellie, we gotta stop," Zac says, "it's okay for now, we're in the clear."

"Okay," I reply, almost out of breath. "You okay man?"

"Yeah... I just feel sick," he huffs, bent over, holding his stomach.

"Now the you mention it same here... Is it the smell?" I say.

"I'm not s-s..."

I turn away as Zac throws up repeatedly. He eventually stops. Standing up straight he wipes his mouth his arm.

"You okay now Zk?" I ask.

"Yeah, much better, thanks hun," he says.

"Alright... Let's find somewhere to set up camp for tonight," I suggest.

"Let's keep-"

Bang!

"Ah!" I scream, falling to the ground. I grip my arm in pain.

"Ari!" Zac shouts, jumping for me. "Holy fuck... Where in the fuck..."

"Man, I'm sorry!" A guy screeches, as he runs towards us.

"Whoa! Step back asshole!" Zac says.

The man drops his gun and raises his hands.

"Look man, I'm sorry. I thought y'all were one of them dead people, I need help. Please," the man begs.

"Ha! That's fucking rich coming from you, considering you just shot my girl!" Zac shouts.

"I said I was sorry! Pl-"

Bang!

The man slumps to the ground after Zac pulls the trigger.

"Thanks Zac," I say, sitting up, still clenching my arm.

"No need honey. Ain't no asshole gonna kill my chicka. Hopefully this dickhead has some first aid shit," Zac says. After he helps me up, he scurries over to the bag and searches it. "Jackpot!" He excitedly says. He pulls out a massive first aid kit, some packets off food, but sadly no water. "Now, I ain't no doctor, but I'll patch you up," Zac smiles.

"That's all I could ask for," I chuckle.

Darkness soon falls. Zac and I managed to find a small cabin.

"We'll stay here for tonight. Carry on in the morning," Zac sighs.

"Kk. But for now, you need to get another jacket or something since I'm using your plaid shirt as a sling. You must be freezing!" I say.

"Yeah," Zac nervously chuckles. "Um... let's see," Zac says, as him and I search around the small cabin for a over shirt.

"Found anything?" I say.