The zombie apocalypse was a suprise to everyone. The walkers groaned and moaned throughout L.A, and the 118 his in their fire station. They were more lucky than the others, especially because they had shelter and food, water and big vehicles. They didn’t try to escape yet, they were safe where they were, plus why would they? Luckily, Athena, Maddie, Jee, and Christopher all made it to the fire station before all hell broke loose.

It felt like months had passed. Everyone was running on routine that this point. They would get up one by one, Bobby would put coffee on and look out the window for walkers. Buck would start cooking food that would last and use the least amount of water and ingredients. Eddie would look at the map and try to fine the best place for supplies and fresher water, and Chimney and Hen would sort through the medicine and clean. It was hard, but they got used to the fact they were probably one of the only groups left.

All was well until Buck needed to use the washroom. He left the loft and waddled down to the bathroom only to see people he had never seen before raiding their supplies. He was immediately pinned into the wall and help at gun point. Buck tried to yell, but the man covered his mouth. This guy looked tough. He had long curly, greasy brown hair, blue eyes, and a short scruffy beard. His group just watched as he leaned in and whispered, “You won’t say a word, until I’m done talking. Do you understand me?” Buck nodded.

“We’re gonna take everything you have. You can either join us, or let us take everything, or die trying to stop us. You got that?” The man growled, and Buck nodded before he mumbled something, “Who are you?”

The man titled his head and pressed the gun harder med into Buck’s temple, “I’m Rick Grimes.”