A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Walking Dead fic, so please give it a chance. It is currently undergoing some editing in the early chapters to correct some dialogue and typos, so please be patient. All feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

The hot Georgia sun was beating down on me, causing even more sweat to roll off my forehead. I groaned as I flopped down on a lawn chair next to my older brother. Shane was all I've ever had in the world, but since the world had gone to hell, he means even more to me.

"'Sup Addie?" he asked, calling me by the pet name he's had for me since we were kids. I glared at him but his look of amusement made me laugh.

"Nothing, I just wish they would hurry up and get back. I feel exposed not having everyone here," I said. Half of our group was on a scouting mission in the city and we hadn't heard from them lately and with walkers crawling all over the place, I felt better when all of out manpower was together.

"I know, I'm worried. But you know we will be fine. I won't let anything happen to you Adeline," he said looking at me. I nodded and tuned in to the activities going on around camp. Dale, an elderly grandfatherly man, was sitting on top of his RV keeping watch. Lori, Amy, Jaqui, and Carol were washing clothes by the river, chatting. Carl and Sophia and the Morales children were all playing in the shade of a large tree, laughing. Daryl was absent at the moment, on a hunting trip in the woods that surrounded our camp and everyone else was in Atlanta. All of a sudden, there was a high-pitched wailing sound similar to a car alarm getting closer to us by the second. We all jumped up, Dale, Shane, and me with guns in tow.

"Talk to me Dale!" Shane called up as Dale grabbed his binoculars to look out at the winding road that led up to their camp in the quarry. I stopped listening to their chatter as I climbed up next to Dale and saw a red sports car flying towards us with its alarm wailing. It pulled at the camp a few seconds later and Glenn jumped out.

"Turn that thing off!" Shane yelled and there was a mass of yelling as Amy was questioning Glenn about her sister, Andrea and Shane was yelling at him to pop the hood of the car. Once he did, Shane ripped out a plug and the alarm stopped.

"Where are they? Are they okay?" Amy asked frantically.

"They're all fine, well except for Merle," Glenn said but none of us had time to register that statement.

"What were you thinking?" Shane asked him, his face red with anger.

"An alarm like that bouncing off these mountains, kind of hard to tell where it came from," Dale said and Shane shot him a look, but a truck pulling up made us fall quiet. Our people climbed out one by one and hugged their families.

"We thought we'd lost you kids this time," Dale said, hugging everyone.

"Yeah, how did you get out?" someone asked, but I didn't notice who because I saw someone else in the truck and was trying to figure out who.

"Hey helicopter guy, get our here and met everyone!" Mr. Morales called and the figure climbed out. My jaw hit the ground when Rick Grimes stepped out of that truck and looked at us. Rick was Shane's best friend, they had been cops together, until Rick got shot and went into a coma right before the world ended. Shane had gone to get him, but he told his wife Lori, and son Carl that he was dead. Yet, here he was. He saw Lori and Carl and Carl ran to him. I glanced at Shane who looked just as shocked as the rest of us, but I wasn't sure what to believe right then.