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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The light coming from the doorway shuts off and the group starts forward. "T-Dog, you cover the back." Shane quickly tells him as they all head into the building for safety.
"Hello?" Rick calls out to the seemingly empty place. "Hello?"
They all look around, and MJ groans as she leans into Daryl for support. They hear a gun cock and everyone carrying a gun — aside from Daryl — aims their own where the noise came from.
"Anybody infected?" A man calls from where he's standing, keeping his distance.
"One of our group was." Rick says. "He didn't make it."
"And what's wrong with her?" He motions to MJ.
"She was attacked by another group a few days ago. She has a cracked rib."
"Why are you here? What do you want?" He asks as he takes a few steps forward.
"A chance." Rick tells him.
"That's asking an awful lot these days." The man with blond hair and blue eyes says.
"I know." He says, and the stranger looks around at all of the faces of the scared people in their group.
"You all submit to a blood test. That's the price of admission." He tells them.
"We can do that." Rick nods.
"You got stuff to bring in, do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed."
Daryl has Jack and Jessica take MJ and then the guys go out to get their stuff. When they get back, the man who runs the C.D.C. swipes his employee ID card through a digital reader of some kind.
"Vi, seal the main entrance." He says as Jess calls Daryl. "Kill the power up here."
MJ can't walk on her own because the second anyone lets go of her, she starts to double over from the pain. Her breathing is quick and shallow, it hurts her too much to take deep breaths.
"Rick Grimes." He holds his hand out to the man who let them in.
"Dr. Edwin Jenner."
He leads them out of the front area and they all cram into an elevator. Jack and Jess stay as close to MJ as they can, but still give her and Daryl some room. He's standing on her right side, and she's trying not to let anything touch the bruise on her left.
"Doctors always go around packing heat like that?" Daryl asks Jenner.
"Well, there were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself." He explains as he glances around at them. "But you look harmless enough." He looks at Carl. "Except you. I'll have to keep my eye on you." He says, and Carl smiles at the joke.
