Me, Morales, Jacqui, and Andrea were looking for supplies, in Atlanta. I grabbed my radio. I suddenly saw someone enter the tank. From where we were. "Hey, you, dumbass. Yeah, you in the tank, cozy in there?" that someone grabbed the radio.
"Whoever you are, just know I'm a little concerned in here."
"Okay, I am around the corner from the tank. Come find me." The person grabbed his pistol and headed out. He saw me, and ran towards me. "So, uh what's your name—I can see that you were a police officer before all this, right?" I asked.
"I was. I went to my old home, looked for my wife and kids—didn't find 'em."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Rick . . . Rick Grimes," said Rick. Rick found a 9mm. And he also had a Colt Python. Rick shot 2 walkers. When we got to the shop, T-Dog beat the bloody pulp out of some walkers.
