1. I Found

-a lot of alcohol-

The group all held their guns close. They knew they couldn't trust this place; it could quickly lead them into a trap. 

Theo looked around carefully before moving up and next to her father, who, like her, was watching all directions as he led the group into the unfamiliar building. 

"You think this is a trap?" She whispered, making her dad look down at her before returning his gaze in front of him.

"I don't know," he replied with the same volume. He hoped that it wasn't. 

He prayed that he hadn't led his family into a possible hostile situation. 

Theo stayed close to Rick as the two led the other through the lower ground of the CDC, heading towards the stairs at the end of the hall. 

The father-daughter duo had no clue, but the others were beginning to look to them for safety to ensure their decisions were good for the group. 

Of course, being an officer back in Atlanta, Rick made people believe in him. His daughter, only being young, could be aggressive at times, but that was easily overlooked when she wanted to keep the people she cared about safe; Theo was a survivalist and made her influential in the group. 

Daryl watched Theo, watching how she walked with such confidence and leader-like quality. 

At that moment, he knew he would follow her anywhere. 

"Hello?" Rick yelled, trying to get someone to answer him. They knew someone had to be there, and someone opened the door.

A man in a long white coat began making his way down the stairs, cocking his shotgun, making the group turn to look at him, pointing their guns back at him.

"Any infected?! The man yelled at the strange faces.

"One, but he didn't make it," Rick answered, remembering Jim and knowing his fate.

"But don't worry, we didn't bring him with us", Theo sarcastically finished for her father, wondering why he had to say anything other than a simple 'no.'

Everyone's hands lingered over their triggers, guns pointing at the man. They were not sure who he was yet, but they knew that if he held a gun, he could shoot it.

"What do you want?" the man began walking closer, keeping his finger close to the trigger. 

"A chance", Rick replied for his people; if they weren't allowed to stay, with fuel short, they just as well be dead. 

"That's a lot to ask these days." He responded.

"We know, but please." Rick continued to beg

The man looked between the lost souls in the group, dirty and bloody, tired and aching.

"You all must submit to a blood test, then you can come in," he told the group as he lowered his weapon. 

"We can do that," Rick agreed. The others nodded, knowing if it meant they could stay, a little blood wouldn't be a problem.

Theo, however, hated her blood being taken.

She wasn't sure what it was; she loved getting tattoos and piercings; she was fine when it came to injections, but as soon as it came to someone placing a needle in the crease of the arm, it freaked her out.

It made her queasy to the bone.

"But when those doors close, they won't be opening again," Jenner told them, pulling Theo from her traumatised daydream.

Everyone nodded, appreciating that he was letting them stay.

He warned the group to get their stuff quickly.