You had been alone in the apocalypse for about a month so far, camping out in your police station that was shockingly untouched. So when you saw your former officer and friend, Rick Grimes, with a man and young boy, you were happy but confused.

Rick had told you how he was looking for his family, hoping his wife and son had made it out with your guys' coworker and his best friend, Shane. You nodded along, deciding to stick with Rick and part ways with the man, Morgan, and his son, Duane.

You and Rick took a bag of guns from the station and headed for Atlanta on horseback when a horde of walkers ended up feeding on your horse. You both escaped into a tank, scared, when a man named Glenn had helped you guys out and meet up with his group.

Things were fine for about 30 seconds before a man named Merle was shooting off rounds on the roof, waving his gun around, and beating up another man after calling him a racial slur.

You handcuffed him to a pipe and long story short, he ended up left behind while the rest of you escaped back to their camp. Luckily, Rick's family was there along with Shane. You had told the camp about what happened with their man, Merle.

No one seemed upset, you just ended up getting a bunch of warnings about his brother, Daryl, who was on a hunt at the moment. A man named Dale trying to tell you how the redneck would act. You shrugged it off until the next day when the man arrived back.

He called out for his brother as he trailed up to camp, you and Shane telling him to hold up when he turned around with a scowl.

"What's goin' on? Y'got somethin' you wanna tell me, sheriff?" He sneered as he flicked the hat on your head.