the whole group of you went to the Center for Disease Control. in short CDC.. it was Rick's idea which some people didn't like but they followed him anyway.

Dr. Jenner let you in. You all drank contentedly.. this could be the first peaceful night in a long time.. warm water in the rooms, food in the communal kitchen, sounds like a dream.

Some of them drank too much wine, Glenn was giggling to himself and talking about sports cars like they were the most beautiful women, Dale fell asleep with his head on the table and Shane went to wash up with a bottle of wine. And of course Rick.

You are lying on a bed made of pallets, you have covered the pallets with a blanket and put pillows to make it warmer and cozier. Getting ready for bed your husband enters the room. Rick drunk as a log. he falls onto the pallet next to you and buries his nose in your hair, purring quietly..

you slowly turn towards him and he looks at you with those amorous almost pathetic eyes.. "you'll have a hangover tomorrow.." you speak calmly so as not to wake Carl who is sleeping on the couch next to you

"I'm not drunk" he mutters..