Regression to the Mean 3: Apocalypse

Tell it to the frogs (Part 2) and Vatos

Second half off 'Tell it to the frogs' and 'Vatos'

Back at camp, Allison collects the two teens clothes off of the tent floor before dropping them into a baskets to wash them, she knows that she doesn't have to, that Liam and Grace could do it themselves perfectly fine, but filling the roll as a sort of mother is nice for her, coming back to life has been hard, the world is so much darker than before and don't get her wrong, she's grateful Grace brought her back, but she misses the old time, when she would sit in her room or go out on dates with Scott McCall, completely unaware of the supernatural. Is that what this whole thing is? Is it some sort of supernatural force that has plagued the world.

Gathering her own dirty clothes, she drops them into the basket as well then heads over to Merle and Daryl Dixon's tent, the two are sitting out of some logs, Merle cleaning his new gun from Rick and Daryl making new arrows for his crossbow.

"Hey, you two got clothes you need cleaned?"

"Few shirts, why?" Merle asks, his face not in an exact glare but not soft either. Learning from Grace in the past few hours, he now knows to some extent what the three teens from California are and what they have been through.

"Give them to me, I'll wash them" She holds out her hand to him. Shifting with a grunt, Merle reaches into the door oF the tent and pulls out a blue plastic bag of dirty clothes, then throws it at Allison. Huffing in annoyance, with eyes watching her as she walks away from the brothers, Allison trudges her way over to Shane's car as he helps Carl inside to take the young boy down to the quarry.

"Room for one more?" Allison asks as she gets closer.

"Hop on in" Shane agrees and Allison slides into the front seat as Shane climbs in to. The short drive down is quite at in the beginning until Allison decides to break it.

"Look about Grace, I'm sorry, she's just a little..."

"Scared?" He guesses.

"Grace, Scared? Not even a little... she just never really had a permanent male adult in her life."

"Divorce?"

"Uhh no, her em... both of her parents died in a car accident when grace was 5, and her adoptive mom, Melissa was raising her son pretty much on her own, Grace has a tendency to lash out, snap, or just crawl into a dark hole of sarcasm"

"What's with her and Dixon then?"

"Take away Merle's racist, loud mouthed and overall douche bag sides and what you get is a man just wanting to protect his brother"

"And Grace sees?"

"Scott, Stiles... maybe even a little coach" Allison smirks realising Merle and the coach are much alike, both like to be loud and think they are always right, although Coach isn't/wasn't a racist, he was judgemental... but funny.

Shane didn't know who this 'Coach' was. But he'd heard the three teens mention the other two names frequently around camp to others. From what he'd heard the two were best friends... brothers almost, Like Rick and Himself. Pulling up next to the yellow Cherokee already there with Ed at its side, smoking as the women sit at the side of the lake washing clothes.

"Thanks for the ride" Allison smiles, climbing out of the jeep and making her way over to the woman with the basket of her, Liam and Grace's clothes in one and the blue carrier bag of Daryl and Merle's shirts. "Mind if I join?" The young huntress asks as comes up the small group of Amy, Andrea, Jacqui and Carol.

"Sure, take a seat" Andrea smiles to her. Sitting down on a rock, Allison begins with pouring all of the dirty clothes onto the floor and laying the baskets at her side. Taking one of Liam's shirts, Allison begins scrubbing it in the water against a bar of soap.