Blair plopped onto the couch and looked over at Bonnie who was going through a new Grimoire she recently acquired. "What's got your attention so captured?" She wanted to know.

Bonnie didn't look away from the pages as she answered. "There's a realm jumping spell in here. I'm still trying to figure out the logistics but it looks like whoever the spell gets cast on will be sent to a different dimension until the spell wears off."

"That sounds so cool!" Blair exclaimed as she shot off the couch and sat on the table in front of Bonnie. "You so have to cast that on me."

Bonnie looked at her like she was nuts. "Not happening. I haven't even finished translating this yet. You could die in the other realm or whatever and stay dead. I didn't intend on casting it, I was just answering your question." She snapped the book closed and got up to leave, hoping the subject would end there.

Blair wasn't going to let her get away that easily. She shot up from her spot and cut her off. "Bonnie, please. I think you of all people could understand that I need a break from reality." She clasped her hands together and pouted her lips. "Pretty please? I promise to be extra, extra careful."

Bonnie didn't believe her for one second but it would be interesting to try. "I don't even know if your powers are going to work there."

"That's fine. I've been human before – many times actually." Blair grinned wide before crossing her arms and asking, "What made you change your mind?"

"If I don't cast it for you then you'd just find a way to get someone else to," Bonnie explained as she flipped through the pages to get back to the spell. "At least this way I'll be able to keep an eye on you and stop the spell if anything looks weird because I honestly have no idea where the spell is going to send you."

Blair rubbed her hands together in anticipation laughing a bit like a mad scientist because she felt ready for anything, "Let's do this."

One second Blair was lying on the floor in Bonnie's living room and the next she's lying in a hospital bed, waking up with a jolt. Blair looks around and doesn't see a person in sight, hell it doesn't even look like there's even electricity in the place. After pulling the IV from her arm with a slight wince she got out of the bed and noticed the ID bracelet around her wrist. "Jane Doe" she read aloud, then muttered. "Of course I am."

Blair went into the bathroom to get a look at herself – to make sure that she actually looked like herself. With all her lives, who knew who she'd actually look like? Especially since she was considered 'Jane Doe'. At least her face was her own, though.

"Let's find something else to wear, shall we?" Blair said to her reflection in the mirror on the wall and started going through the cupboards so she wouldn't have to walk around in this unknown dimension in a freaking hospital gown. Unfortunately, she didn't find anything so going in search elsewhere was currently on the agenda.

Blair opened the door to her hospital room and walked out into the hall, almost walking straight into a medicine cart as she did so. The hallway had stuff scattered all over the place. Emergency lights were blinking and buzzing and this made Blair say, "Oh come on, did I end up in a horror movie? Why couldn't I have been sent to Middle Earth or the Tardis or something?"

She threw up her hands in frustration then jumped about fifty feet before taking a fighting stance when the door beside her room opened and a guy walked out who nearly fell over a hospital bed. Based off his bandages and hospital gown, he was clearly another patient. Blair just hoped this wasn't a mental hospital. She dealt with enough psychotics in real life, she didn't need it now.

The guy looked surprised to see her standing there. "Who are you?"

"Blair," she answered, still ready for a fight. "Who are you?"

"Rick," he replied then looked around. "What happened here?"

"How the hell would I know? I just woke up here." Blair wasn't lying about that. Of course, she left out the whole being sent to wherever the hell they were by a spell thing.

"Me, too," he replied, clearly uncomfortable by this whole thing. Without another word, Rick walked right by her to get down to the Nurse's Station down the hall where there was a phone.

Blair figured if the spell sent her to where this guy was then there must be a reason, so she followed him. Unlike him with his limping, Blair was walking just fine. As he picked up the phone, she said, "If I had to guess, that's not gonna work. I mean, have you looked around this place? It's like we woke up in the apocalypse." As soon as those words left her mouth she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me I didn't just wake up in a post-apocalyptic world."

Rick turned around and looked at her like she was insane. "Who are you again?"

"Blair," she answered then drew it out, "Blaiiiiiiir. Got it?" Blair crossed her arms and sighed heavily. "Look I don't know you and you don't know me, so there's no trust between us. But we both woke up at the same time in neighboring hospital rooms, so that's gotta mean something, right? I don't know about you, but I think that means we should stick together, eh?"

Rick was still trying to size this young woman up and said, "Fine. Only because if I start to fall I'm going to lean on you to catch me."

Blair laughed as they started going down the darkened hall together. "Oh, Rick, you clearly don't know me at all. I wouldn't catch you – I'd step aside, laugh as you fell, then help you up."

"You are a strange one," Rick muttered with a groan since he was still in pain and wrapped his arm around the bandage around his waist.

"I've been called worse," she replied with levity then froze when they reached a pair of doors. Through the glass they saw a woman's body on the floor and by the looks of it…something made a meal out of her. "Oh, hell, I am in a horror movie. My life is already a horror movie at times – I didn't want my vacation from reality to be a horror movie too!"

When Rick, once again, looked at her like she was insane, Blair raised her hand and said to him firmly, "Don't ask."

Rick wasn't sure which he was having a harder time processing – the young woman beside him or the environment he had just woken up in. Hell, a part of him wasn't even sure if this Blair was even real. She could be a bizarre hallucination for all he knew. Well, hallucination or not, he was stuck with her it seemed.

Blair sighed as she saw how Rick looked like his brain was rebooting or something. "I'm guessing your not used to not normal stuff, eh? Well, it's a good thing I'm here then because nothing really phases me anymore." As she started walking away, she called over her shoulder, "When you've lived as many lives as I have, some stuff doesn't really get to you."

Rick looked at her in disbelief again before going after her. The more she spoke the more he thought he was going crazy. Or perhaps she was the crazy one? He didn't get much further with his thought process because Blair stopped and said to him, "I think things are about to get freakier."

He didn't understand what she was talking about until he got closer and saw all the blood smeared on the walls of the hallway. There were bloody handprints and footprints everywhere, it seemed, and the air reeked even more here than before. This area looked even more damaged with the ceiling practically being nonexistent and all the wires and such hanging down.

Rick and Blair continued down the hall until they reached a pair of doors that was bolted and boarded shut with the words 'Don't Open. Dead Inside' painted on them. The doors started to rattle as moaning sounds grew louder and louder.

Blair's eyes widened a bit as the doors opened just enough for a hand to push through. "I'm not prepared to deal with feral Vamps, if that's what those are, so let's get out of here? Yeah?" She didn't wait for an answer and darted through a nearby door. It wasn't long until Rick was right behind her.

"What did you mean by 'feral Vamps'?" Rick asked, still trying to figure out what the hell was actually going on.

"Rabid Vampires," Blair clarified. "Look, I don't know what those were but Vampires are my specialty. So if we just so happened to have woken up in a world like Vanessa Helsing's, then I think we've got a chance."

Blair stopped walking when she realized that Rick wasn't following her anymore. He looked like he was completely freaking out and having a panic attack. "Oh man…I'm being too 'eh, whatever' about this aren't I? You're not used to freaky stuff and I live it." She waved her hands a bit in a grand gesture to get him to start breathing. "Deep breaths, Rick. I can't have you passing out on me. Come on." She inhaled deeply and exhaled in the same way until he was doing it with her.

Once he looked a little better, she asked, "You gonna be okay?"

"No," he came right out and said that without a second thought.

Blair expected it. "You'll recover. Now, come on and let's get out of here." She led the way to the stairwell and asked, "You got a light of any sort?"

Rick nodded and produced the book of matches he picked up from the Nurse's Station.

With an affirmative nod, she said, "Let's go then." Blair took a deep breath and led the way into the dark stairwell. Damn, it reeked there and the light from the matches wasn't much but it was enough to help them get down the stairs and out the first exit they came to.

Their eyes needed to adjust when they pushed the door open and all the natural light met their senses. When Blair's eyes could finally focus she could hardly believe what she was seeing. There were bodies lined up as far as she could see in the parking lot, all wrapped up in sheets, with flies everywhere.

She then realized that Rick was taking off without her so she quickly went down the short staircase and caught up with him over the little hill. When she reached the top there were military vehicles all around them –trucks, choppers, you name it and it was there. Well, except for a tank—there was no tank. "I'm starting to think Vampires aren't it," Blair said to Rick, but he paid no mind to her and just started walking.

Blair let out a heavy sigh at this and went along with him. If some weird Vampire Apocalypse was off the table then that probably meant it was Zombies. Now the type of Zombie was yet to be determined – Romero? 28 Days Later? Or those really bizarre ones from Z-Nation? She had no idea and wanted to brainstorm with Rick while they walked but he looked like he was hitting an overload already, so she didn't add to that. Like she stated before, the spell threw her in Rick's path for a reason, so she was going to stick with him. And if she was going to survive this world the spell threw her in then she was going to need all the help she could get. Especially if, in this world, she was nothing more than human.

Blair and Rick walked together in silence. She didn't recognize the town and didn't think now was the right time to ask where they were. Well, wherever the hell it was, it was pretty deserted. They didn't see another person the whole time they walked.

Actually, that's wasn't entirely true. They did see another person…a half a person anyway. That was dead. And snarling. And trying to crawl its way over to them to presumably eat them. At least Blair knew what kind of Zombies they were dealing with now. As long as there weren't different types of them, that is.

Near the half Zombie lady there were a pair of bikes so Blair and Rick each took one and started riding. She could clearly see he was still freaking out a bit and didn't say anything about it. Blair wasn't the one who needed to speak about it, because he did.

"Why weren't you scared?" Rick asked as they rode down the street, knowing where he wanted to go but doubted if she knew where they were headed.

"I've fought of Vampires, Werewolves, Hybrids, and mean ass Witches," Blair answered honestly. "A Zombie is just another 'monster' in the repertoire." Blair rode without hands long enough to put air quotes around the word monster.

Rick brought the bike to a stop and looked at her in question. "What is a Zombie?"

Blair stopped as well and turned round to face him. "Oh, come on. Everyone knows what Zombies are." It didn't seem like he did, though. "Seriously? Night of the Living Dead? Z-Nation? 28 Days Later? Resident Evil? None of these ring a bell?"

Rick clearly had no clue what she was talking about and Blair said, "Does Zombie lore not exist in this universe or something?"

Rick was about to respond to that but she started riding off before he had the chance. And since she didn't know where they were headed he continued on as well, getting in front to lead the way.

It wasn't long after this that they reached his house. He quickly dumped the bike and went inside to try and find his wife Lori and son Carl.

Blair heard him calling out their names as she dropped her bike and went into the house after him. By the looks of the house, the people left in a hurry. She took her time going through the place and found Rick on his knees in the living room, sobbing and crying out their names in agony.

She crouched in front of Rick and put her hands on his shoulders. "Rick. Rick, listen to me. I don't know how but I swear we'll find them. Okay?"

With tears in his eyes, he looked at her. "Are you real? Is this real?"

Blair wondered if this world only existed because she wanted to go on an adventure and decided to answer him with, "This is your reality."

Rick sniffled and forced himself to his feet. "Lori…my wife…you can find something of hers to wear. I need some air."

Blair didn't think it was a good idea to split up but she would like to be able to wear something else. In the bedroom she found a stray pair of jeans. They fit her waist alright but were way too long for her so she had to roll them up. She found a tank top and a flannel shirt, having to roll up the sleeves and tie up the shirt too. Blair found a pair of tennis shoes in the closet and let out a breath of relief when they were only about a half size too big.

She was about to look for something to tie up her hair when she heard a gunshot. Blair booked it outside upon hearing that and found a kid with a shovel and an older guy standing over Rick with a gun. "Get the hell away from him!" Blair shouted and ran over to stand protectively in front of a disoriented Rick.

The guy with the gun aimed it at Blair now. "How did he get that wound! Was he bit!"

"We both woke up in the hospital," Blair answered, not taking her eyes off the gun. "If he was a member of the undead it probably would have happened already. Now I suggest you put that gun away before I disarm you and shoot you with it. I'd hate to have the kid see that."

The guy looked Blair over, trying to size her up, and didn't lower the gun. Instead, he handed it to his son. "If she tries anything, shoot her." He then turned his attention back to her, saying, "Help me with him. We're going back to our place."

Blair took a deep breath and helped get the now unconscious Rick up and over to the guy's house. With a gun held on her like that, it wasn't as if she had any other options.

Blair was seated in the hall outside the bedroom while the guy, who introduced himself as Morgan and his son Duane, tended to Rick's bandage. Finally he opened the door and was about to cut the ropes around her wrists, but she surprised him but showing she'd already undone the binds instead.

He narrowed his eyes at her and brought her into the room where Rick was now sitting up in bed. "Glad they didn't kill you," Blair greeted as she sat at the foot of the bed.

"Mutual," Rick answered then turned back to the man. "Thank you for not harming her."

"She played nice, so I didn't have to," he answered. "Come on out when you're able." He cocked his head for his son to come with him and left the room.

Blair watched them go then looked at Rick. "Haven't decided if they're friend or foe yet."

"Why do I have the feeling I need to ask you to behave?" Rick asked as he rubbed at his wrists from being bound to the bed.

"Because you have good instincts," Blair grinned then hopped off the bed and waved for him to get a move on. "If you want to ensure my good behavior then I suggest you get moving."

Rick grumbled a bit at her words before getting out of a bed and wrapping a blanket around him. Once he was ready, the pair of them went out into the kitchen where they heard sounds coming from. On the way there, he said, "Glad you were able to find something to wear."

"Thanks for not checking me out the whole time I was in the hospital gown," Blair answered with a light laugh. "I was well aware that it didn't close all the way in the back."

Rick didn't get a chance to answer that because they just walked into the dining room together. He looked around at the blankets in the windows, mattresses and other bedding on the floor in the living room, candles lit everywhere and supplies all around. "This place," he began to say, "belonged to the Drakes…"

"Never met them," Morgan replied. "It was empty when we got here.

Blair went over to the window to move a blanket aside to get a look but was stopped when Morgan said, "Don't do that. They'll see the light. There's more of them out there than usual. I never should have fired that gun today. The sound draws them and now they're all over the street. Stupid – using the gun, but it all happened so fast. I didn't think."

Blair moved away from the window and leaned against the doorway as Rick said to the guy, "You shot that man today."

"That wasn't a man," Duane replied.

"You shot him," Rick continued to say to the guy. "Out there in the street, you shot that man."

"I'm guessing that 'man' was a member of the undead and he saved us from being his next meal," Blair interjected as she pushed herself away from the doorway.

"It was a Walker," Morgan explained then invited them both to sit down and join them. "Sit down before you fall down," he directed to Rick, then said to Blair, "You seem to know a bit about Walkers. What else do you know?"

"Walkers – Eat Flesh," Blair sang to the tune of the Subway jingle. She did it to lighten the situation but it didn't appear to be appreciated. With an eye roll she said, "Aim for the head, don't get bit or scratched, or exposed to their bodily fluids. Which is everything you all probably know already." Blair gestured in a random direction, saying, "Bathroom?" she didn't want for an answer and turned around on her heels before leaving the room.

After finding the bathroom, Blair looked at herself in the mirror and said aloud, "I've had enough of my vacation from reality, Bonnie. Can you bring me back now? Please?" When nothing happed, she shouldn't have been surprised but she was a bit hopeful that it would work and Bonnie would stop the spell and she'd be able to go home. Blair should have put more thought into asking Bonnie to cast the spell, but it was too late for that now. She'd just have to play this out until the spell finally ended on its own.

When Blair awoke the next morning it took her a minute to realize that she wasn't in Bonnie's house but that Drake's residence. Rick was sitting on the floor beside the couch she fell asleep on and turned to face her when she woke up. "You doing alright?"

"Just peachy," she snarked back as she moved into a sitting position. "What's the plan here, Rick? What's our next move?"

"I don't know about you but I'm going to find my wife and son," Rick answered. That was all he wanted to do and one way or another he was going to do it.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again – We woke up at the same time in the same place for a reason. The way I see it, you're stuck with me. So what your plan is, that's what mine is." Blair looked at him as seriously as her tone of voice.

"Until it's not, right?" Rick asked as he stood and adjusted the shirt he was given. "I can't expect you to follow my lead forever."

Blair stood up and crossed her arms, looking him square in the eye. "Look around, Rick. There aren't a lot people that I'd trust, yet alone follow. But I trust you so, yeah, I'm going to follow you. I know I don't look like it but I've lived long enough to know when to say 'screw you' and when to accept being part of the team." She leaned forward a bit to say, "In case you haven't noticed, this isn't a 'screw you' moment."

Rick scoffed a chuckle as he shook his head at her. "You are an odd one, Blair."

"I'm pretty sure you've said that to me already," Blair answered as she patted his arm, "and I'm pretty sure I told you I've been called worse."

With the help of Morgan, Duane, and a pair of baseball bats, they made their way back to Rick's house. Rick was convinced that his wife and son were still alive because pictures off the walls and the family photo albums were missing. Blair hoped for his sake that he was right.

"They're in Atlanta, I bet," Duane suggested and his father agreed. "That's right."

This was the first time Blair had gotten a hint as to where they were. "Wait, we're in Georgia?"

They all looked at her like she was a bit nuts. "You didn't know that?" Rick asked since this was the first time she'd said anything like that.

"Dude, I woke up in a hospital having no idea how I'd gotten there, and my ID bracelet even said 'Jane Doe'," Blair shot back. "So forgive me for not knowing what freaking state I'm in. I gotta say I always thought I'd come back to Georgia, but this is not what I had in mind."

Rick didn't have time to try and figure her out, so he asked Morgan, "Why Atlanta? Why do you think they'd be there?"

"Refugee center," he replied. "A huge one they said, before the broadcast dropped. Military protection, food, shelter. They told people to go there, said it'd be safest."

"Plus the got that disease place," Duane interjected and Morgan elaborated, "The Center for Disease Control – Said they were working out how to solve this thing."

When Rick went into the other room, Blair asked, "Where are you going?"

He answered her by showing her a set of keys in his hands. "I'm going to the Sheriff's station for supplies. You coming?"

"Do I really need to answer that?" Blair replied and the four of them started off for the station.

When they arrived there was no one living or dead there but there was hot water thanks to the Station having its own propane system with the pilot light still on. Suffice to say, they all enjoyed having a hot shower in their respective locker rooms.

After getting out of the shower Blair scrounged through the lockers and found some more clothes. What pleased her the most was a black leather jacket that fit her almost perfectly. Along with a sports bra that she was beyond grateful to find.

Since the guys were raiding the weapons locker, Blair went into the evidence room to see if there was something there she could use. She laughed at the sight of a compound bow and a quiver full of arrows. Blair wondered what crime these were tied to as she pulled them off the shelf and carried them out with her.

"You know how to use those?" Rick asked when he saw her choice of weapon.

"I've used a bow more than once," Blair replied and added in, "they're my second preferred weapon and quieter than a gun. Ready?"

Rick nodded in an 'alright then' way and lead the others out of the Station, saying to Blair over his shoulder, "Nice jacket."

"I'll be sure to thank the lady for it if I ever meet her," Blair answered, not caring that she technically stole it.

Rick scoffed a chuckle at that before saying, "Be sure to conserve your ammo. It goes faster than you think, especially at target practice."

Blair tuned out the rest of Rick's conversation with Morgan as she got into the patrol car and waited for Rick to do the same. She did hear enough to know that Morgan and Duane wouldn't be coming with them to Atlanta. Whether or not going there was a good idea, she had no clue, but she'd already decided to follow his lead. If the day did come where she said 'screw you' so be it, but today…today was not that day.

Blair was pulled from her thoughts with a jolt when she heard a gunshot. She looked out the window and saw Rick holding up his revolver as a female deputy turned Walker dropped to the ground on the other side of the fence.

When Rick got into the car, she looked at him with a raised brow. He answered that look as he started up the car, saying, "I thanked her for you," and left it at that.

Blair leaned back in her seat as she looked out the widow at the passing scenery, thinking aloud, "The last time I was on a road trip my ex was set on fire and then I slept with him."

"You know, for the record, I'm likely never going to believe a word that comes out of your mouth," Rick answered as he drove without looking at her.

"I tell the truth more often than ya think." Blair sighed in an 'oh well' manner. "It's not my fault if you don't believe me."

Rick was still trying to figure her out but for the life of him he couldn't. She didn't seem to be a danger to him or herself so he wasn't too worried in that department, but it's everything she said that concerned him. If this was a normal world then he would have likely dropped her off at the local mental ward to get her the help she needed, but this wasn't a normal world anymore so he was just going to have to do his best to look out for her.

Not saying anything else to Blair, he picked up the radio and started broadcasting in hopes that someone, somewhere, would hear his voice.

"You think anyone can hear you?" Blair asked as she looked at him instead of out the window. "I mean, you sure that thing even works?"

"It works," Rick answered, "and it's worth a try. We're not the only people out here."

"Thank the flying spaghetti monster for that," Blair laughed. "If we were the only ones left to populate the earth then we'd be screwed – I can't have kids."

Rick gave her a bit of a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be," Blair replied, looking back out the window. "I made my peace with that a long time ago. Not even sure why I made the joke anyway." To keep them from talking about this anymore, Blair took the radio from him and took a turn trying to get someone on the radio.

All things come to an end and the gas in the police car was no different. Since they didn't know whether or not they'd actually find some, they took all their gear with and started walking.

After walking in silence for a bit, they came upon a house. Rick set the bags of weapons he was carrying down and called out, "Hello? Police officer out here. Can I borrow some gas?"

"Borrow?" Blair laughed. "How do you intend to pay them back if they have any?"

"Have you never heard of manners?" Rick retorted and set the gas can down before sprinting up the stairs of the front porch to see if anyone was home.

Blair probably should have stayed with the weapons, but she notched her bow and started walking around the house to see if anyone was around instead.

She didn't find anyone or anything as she made her way around the house, not until Rick came over to her with a saddled horse in each hand. Blair lowered the bow and laughed, "Seriously?"

"You got a better idea on how to get us to Atlanta?" Rick asked in reply.

Blair returned the bow to its quiver and stuck her arm through to hold onto her bow, saying, "You're damn lucky I love horses."

Rick just grinned, a bit pleased with himself. Once the two of them saddled up with their gear, he led the way to Atlanta since Blair already admitted that she had no idea where the hell they were.

Blair and Rick stopped right outside the city and from what she could see… "It looks like a ghost town. Well, ghost city." She had a bad feeling about this. "Are you sure about this, Rick? Wouldn't there be something out here telling us that it's safe?"

"Do you see anything telling us that it's not?" Rick asked before getting his horse moving again.

Blair followed him, saying, "It's a lot easier putting up 'welcome' signs when it's safe than 'keep out' signs when it's not."

Rick didn't say anything in response to that and just kept on going.

The further into the city they got, the more concerned Blair became. Not only were there no living people in sight but there weren't any Walkers either. This didn't sit well with her in the least. "Forgive me for doubting you here, Rick, but even you've got to admit that something doesn't feel right."

Blair wasn't able to say anything else because her horse started whinnying at the presence of a small group of Walkers. "Whoa, whoa," she said calmly to the horse. "You're alright."

"It's only a few," Rick said to her. "Nothing we can't outrun."

"Let's just hope this few doesn't turn into a few hundred," Blair muttered as she got her horse to continue to follow Rick's lead.

There were upturned cars everywhere, fences, sandbags, and even an abandoned tank with a dead military man on it. "I'm never going to watch Zombie movies again," Blair thought aloud to herself as she looked around, then added in loud enough for Rick to hear, "I've seen enough movies to know this is the part where things go to hell. Things have been too easy so far."

"You are one of the most pessimistic people I have ever met." Rick looked around to get an idea of what they were walking into, not wanting to miss anything. Currently, he was focused on the tank.

"I'm not a pessimist," Blair defended. "I'm a realist."

"I thought you said this was just my reality, not yours," Rick countered, giving her a quick look.

"Until I wake back up in my friend's living room, this is my reality, too." Blair stopped talking when she thought she heard something coming in overhead. "Dude, am I losing it or do I hear a helicopter?"

Rick heard it too and saw its reflection in one of the glass buildings. "Let's go!" he called out to Blair before a "Hyah!" to get his horse into gear.

They were about to turn the corner but hit a wall of Walkers. Blair gasped while trying to keep her horse under control and shouted at Rick as they turned back, "I told you this was the part of the movie where things go to hell!"

Blair was right about that. There were even more Walkers when they went back from where they came from. Both she and Rick fell off their horses and scrambled under the nearby tank. While Rick lost the bags of weapons, she still had her bow and arrows, but they weren't very useful at the moment.

With the two of them under the tank, Rick fired his revolver while Blair used a couple of arrows to drive into the heads of the Walkers that were close enough. "Rick!" she exclaimed when she realized there was an opening in the bottom of the tank. She quickly climbed up inside with Rick right behind her and closed the door behind him.

The pair of them leaned back against the tank's wall and laughed in relief. That relief was short lived when the military guy next to Rick started growling. Rick instantly reacted by shooting the Walker which resonated the sound within the tank.

Blair felt like her head had just exploded and became pretty disoriented as her hears rang to high heaven. Finally, the ringing faded and was replaced by thumping from the Walkers outside trying to get in. She turned to Rick who just returned to her side after closing the top door and held her arrows firmly out towards him. "These are quieter!" she seethed before punching him in the arm.

Blair closed her eyes and rested her head back, taking deep breaths. "Now what?"

Rick didn't get a chance to even think of an answer for that because a voice came crackling over the radio saying, "Hey, you. Dumbasses. Yeah, you two in the tank. You cozy in there?"

Blair looked from the radio to Rick and pointed at it over her shoulders, saying, "I have no idea who that guy is but I'm so going to punch him for calling me a dumbass when I meet him."

End Episode 1

A/N: Hey, Readers! This is just something I wrote for fun after Blair being in TWD setting was suggested, and I'm honestly not sure if I'll continue it or not. I guess that'll depend on how well my insanity is received lol. Thanks for reading! :)