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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"We're moving out, leaving the quarry." Rick says into his walkie-talkie. "If you heard me yesterday, you may be coming here. If you are, we'll be gone by the time you arrive. I'm leaving a note and map behind for you taped to a red car so you can follow our trail. We're heading to the C.D.C. If there's anything left, it's got to be there, don't you think? Morgan... I hope you were right about that place. I need you to be." He looks up at MJ as they wait, but nothing comes through the walkie. She sighs as he turns it off.
"Come on." She motions with her head, and they go back down to the others and get ready to leave. They all gather around the cars to talk before heading out.
"Everybody listen up, those of you with C.B.'s, we're gonna be on channel forty. Let's keep the chatter down, okay?" Shane says as he looks around. "Now you got a problem, don't have a C.B., can't get a signal, or anything at all, you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?" He asks as he looks around.
"We're, uh..." Morales starts. "We're not going."
"We have family in Birmingham." His wife says. "We want to be with our people."
"You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back." Shane tells them.
"We'll take the chance." Morales says. "I got to do what's best for my family."
"You sure?" Rick asks him.
"We talked about it. We're sure."
"Alright." He looks at Shane, and the two kneel down to go through their weapon's bag.
They give Morales a gun and some ammo, much to Daryl's annoyance. Then they all say their goodbyes. Carl and Sophia start crying as they hug Morales' kids and say goodbye.
"Channel forty, if you change your minds." Rick tells him, and Morales nods before they walk away from the group to get in their car.
"What makes you think our odds are any better?" Shane asks his friend. "Come on. Let's go." He says, and they all pile into the cars.
Dale's driving the RV at the head of the caravan. He's got Glenn in the passenger seat, and Jacqui and Jim in the back. Rick's driving another car with Lori, Carl, Sophia, and Carol. Shane's driving his Jeep and he has Jess with him. T-Dog's in a truck with Andrea, and Daryl's driving his own truck with MJ and Jack with him. His motorcycle's in the truck bed behind them.
"MJ?" Jack turns his head to look at her. She's sitting between the two boys.
"Hm?" Her head's leaning against the top of the seat and her eyes are closed.
