MJ and Jack separated from their family the night before the battle between Michael and Lucifer. Little did they know, that would be the last that they would see of their family.
Infection spread, and now the dead are walking among the living, and i...
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Morgan and MJ walk back into the living room, and Rick looks up at them. "This place — Fred and Cindy Drake's?"
"Never met 'em." Morgan tells him as Jack walks into the room with a blanket in his hands.
"I've been here. This is their place."
"It was empty when we got here."
Rick gets to his feet as Jack offers the blanket to him, and he then wraps it around himself. He walks over to the window and starts to move the blanket that's pinned up so he can see outside.
"Don't do that." MJ quickly tells him, and he looks at her. "They'll see the light. There's more of them out there than usual."
"Don't give me your crap." Morgan says as he walks over to the table where Duane is finishing up heating their food. "I know I never should've fired that gun today."
"The sound draws them." The blonde explains to Rick as they all walk over to the small dining table. "Now they're all over the street."
"Stupid — using a gun." He says. "But it all happened so fast, I didn't think."
"I put your blade back in your bag." Jack tells MJ, and she nods. She's finally got him to remember not to call it an angel blade around people who don't know about all the things that they do.
"Thanks, hun." She offers him a small smile.
"You shot that man today." Rick says, regaining everyone's attention.
"It weren't no man." Duane says.
"What the hell was that out your mouth just now?" His father questions.
"It wasn't a man." Jack says with a triumphant smile because he said the sentence using proper grammar, and MJ reaches over and pats his hand with a small smile of her own.
"You shot him in the street out front — a man." Rick persists.
"Rick, it was a walker." MJ tells him. "Like the one we saw in the park earlier."
"Th-The body." He stammers, and she nods.
"Come on. Sit down." Morgan says, motioning to the seat next to MJ. "Before you fall down."
Morgan's sitting at the head of the small, rectangular table with Duane at the right side and Jack to the left. MJ's next to Jack and there's an open seat to her left — across from Morgan. The oldest is serving the rest of them food.
"Daddy," Duane starts as Rick finally sits at the table. "Blessing."
"But—" Jack's cut off when MJ nudges his arm. He looks at her, and she holds her hand out to him.
