REVAMP/RENEWED! Rick had just awoken from the hospital, stumbling through the abandoned halls and onto the streets where he witnesses the dead bodies piled up outside the hospital. He struggles to get home in his weak state due to his bullet wound causing him to be in a coma state for such a long time. Finally he finds a bike next to a living dead body, chopped in half and struggling with small growls. Rick feels pity and disgust, before biking home on the mostly empty streets. He calls for his wife Lori and his son Carl through his house but it's no use, they are both gone. Probably somewhere safe. As he sits on the steps infront of his house, his head is smacked harshly with a shovel by someone. "Carl, I finally found you.." Rick breathes out, vision blurry as he gazes up at the small figure above him. "Daddy! Come here, I got one!" a voice above him calls out to another figure, "Fucker was about to eat me!" "Son you know they don't talk." a slightly hardened and cautious voice speaks up as it arrives next to Rick, who is disoriented and nearly passed out from the harsh smack to the face that has added on to his bullet wound.