The prison was a bust. The prison itself was safe, but after winter and everything else that happened with the Governor, they needed to move on. Find more food, find things for the baby. Lori was halfway through her pregnancy and they needed somewhere to bring the baby into the world. They had their caravan on the move, going north, almost out of Georgia. Daryl was in front on his motorcycle, staying three car lengths ahead and looking out for any kind of blockage or walkers. Rick, Lori and Carl behind him, all trying not to get to lost in their thoughts. T-Dog, Carol and Beth in the third car, both women trying to make polite small talk even though they were on edge. Glenn, Maggie, and her father Hershel sat in relative silence, aside from the sometimes awkward remark from Glenn. Then, bringing up the rear, were Andrea and Michonne talking about each member, both still on edge around the group.
Because Daryl was in front he saw the truck barreling directly at them about a mile away. He watched them slow their speed, but not very much, and watched with slightly more interest as while they came to a stop about two hundred yards away a girl popped up, siting on the window while keeping her lower half in the cab and pointing a bright pink crossbow at him. The entire convoy came to a halt as Daryl did, Rick stepping out of his car to step into his role as leader, while those in the cars further back strained to see what was holding them up.
"Why don't you put that weapon down, now?" Rick slipped his voice into the one he used when reprimanding teenagers before the end of the world. She simply laughed and turned her aim to him.
"Why don't you give me a reason?" The driver of the car had started checking his gun, slowly putting the silencer on while watching the two men. Allowing his female companion to take the lead, this was her trip, after all.
Rick raised one hand slightly, placing the other on top of his gun while assessing the situation. They could surely take out the two lone survivors if the need arose, but he'd prefer if it didn't. "We're just trying to head north, not lookin' for trouble." She didn't lower her crossbow, only shifted so she was straddling the door. It allowed Daryl to look over one of her pale legs, taking note of the long scars that he saw peaking out of her cut out shorts.
"We're looking for the CDC." Both men took note of her lacking the southern accent, she was from further north. She took her finger off of the trigger but didn't lower anything. The driver watched, counting the cars he could see, trying to count the bodies. "They got a kid" he said to her, successfully making her lower the crossbow, placing it on top of her leg and looking both men over. He didn't have an accent either.
Daryl snorted, half smirked at the girl trying to be a bad ass with a pink crossbow and told them that the CDC had blown up before winter, the statement making her look at him, scanning his exterior like a lion. "Yours too, huh?" She placed the crossbow inside the cab and climbed out of the window fully, her companion exiting the cab and placing the gun on the hood, leaning against the front bumper.
He was tall, over six foot, it was hard to tell with his black hair sticking up at odd angles and his leaning. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts, he looked to be around 25, but you never could tell anyone's age anymore. The female was almost his opposite, barely reaching half over five foot and wavy blonde hair that ended where her hips began. Her shorts barely covered her thighs and her black tank top clung to her breasts. She looked barely old enough to drink.
She stopped walking when she was four feet away from the unknown men before smiling brightly and keeping her voice low. "You have a kid in your car which is the only reason I left my weapon in the truck" Rick nodded, not expecting her to go on, "but one move that could be considered wrong and he will shoot you." She let her eyes flick between both men before landing on Rick, the one who seemed to be in charge. Or at least think he was.
"You can call me Airmid, and the strong and silent one is Miach" she said while nodding her head over her shoulder at the man. He nodded to them when he heard his name but other wise stayed still. "We're apparently headed home to Illinois, how far north are you going?"
The Atlanta survivors hadn't thought of that, just decided north was the best option. They wanted to get out of Georgia to see just what was going on in other parts of the world, apparently, they were going just about the same. They weren't thinking about finding people anymore, sticking mostly to back roads because of it, but fate seemed to have another option for them.
"I'm Officer Rick Grimes and this is Daryl Dixon. We..haven't quite decided how far we're going yet." Airmid turned from them, looking at Miach and having some kind of silent conversation with their eyes before they both nodded, and she turned her attention back to them. "How many of there are you?"
"Twelve, including us..." Rick seemed unsure about telling her, but Miach moved back into the truck, pulling out a walkie talkie and starting the chain. There were a few others from their little family further up, then a few more up even more until it finally got back to their home. They were given the affermitive and told to remember protocol.
"Cami says we got room." Miach said while stepping back out of the truck, holding his door open and waiting for her to get back in. Another CDC was gone, and therefore, they had no reason to stay down here.
"Well, you heard the man." She said while turning around and walking back to the passengers side. Daryl noticed the black ink of a tattoos on her shoulders, almost looking like feathers. "Follow us."
"Why are we following them?" Lori asked after it became apparent that was their current plan. She ha already asked who they were, what they were doing on this rode, why they were pointing their weapons at him, why he hadn't drawn his gun on them, why Daryl didn't didn't draw his and why they turned around.
Rick was tired of answering questions he planned on answering when they setup camp for the night. So, he sighed, he chalked up her overbearing questions to the pregnancy and noticed the sun starting to set and the Truck in front of them flash their safety lights before pulling up a driveway to a cabin that he would have assumed was adandoned if it hadn't been for the signs out front. One with "moved up: 1:06PM" and the other "Follow Protocol." They had made it through the small section of Alabama running into very few walkers, and were currently a quarter through Tennessee.
He watched as the two younger adults moved from the truck and started to quickly strap on various weapons. The girl let her crossbow hang at her side while she strapped on a few knife sheaths to her thighs and hooked two machetes on the hip opposite her crossbow. The boy grabbed a few more guns, all with silencers, and strapped a few of his own knives to his belt. They nodded to each other and while the Atlanta surviors started exiting their cars and moving towards Rick, Airmid walked into the cabin, and Miach checked around the perimeter.
They didn't make a show of it, trying to prove themselves, they didn't ask for help. Simply did what they knew to do before moving back to the group of survivors. Daryl had made himself busy grabbing his things from the light blue truck and checking them over.
"You're knocked up?" Airmid asked Lori after the annoyed woman caught her eye and proceeded with an attempt to look dangerous to the crossbow carrying woman. "Yes." She answered after a moment, she nodded to Miach who was talking into a walkie talkie, again.
"Right." She said before addressing the entire camp, "My name is Airmid, this is safe point nine and stop one. There will be three more before our home in Illinois. At each stop, after inspection, we will call to hour friends who are ahead so they can start the chain back to the house. They will leave us supplies, we call before we leave in the morning, and we will only stop if we absolutely have to. If you all want to come with us, you are more then welcome and we have more then enough room, but if not, stay away from Ohio. It's still radio active." She turned and left, allowing the group to talk amongst themselves. She had started eating some jerky and cleaning weapons when Miach joined her.
"Think they'll come?" she shrugged laying the knife she had been working on down. "Just because the CDC's are gone, doesn't mean the scientists are," he tried to comfort her, they had been doing this more the better part of six months, trying to find a still in tact lab.
"James found some more needles and supplies at a FEMA station, I put them up front." She nodded. They didn't really need anymore samples, didn't really need anything more, just the equipment to make a difference, and maybe someone who could work it. James was a head of them, one state up, and waiting for the call in the morning so they could move out. They were going to be gone for a few weeks, but that changed. They never used all the time they were given, they never found anything.
Rick was walking towards them when they were laying down their sleeping bags in the bed of the truck, he watched them for a moment, making sure neither had any weapons in their hands before talking to them. "Now, we haven't made a final decision, we have a few questions." The pair knew they would and had no problems doing to, Miach was about to speak before Rick decided he had something else to say, "I'd really appreciate it if you two could follow our rules as well while we're together."
The statement made the two laugh, and caused Daryl to look up from where he was setting up his tent for the night. He noticed the way she gripped the side of the truck and closed her eyes as if it had been the funniest thing she'd heard all apocalypse.
"Rick," Miach started, being the first to calm down with Airmid was still rocking with now silent laughter, "you're not our leader and your badge means nothing. You're welcome to come, and we'll answer your questions but..." he was cut off by Airmid laughing again.
"You're not our daddy, and you can follow our rules" she finished.
A/N:: I make no promises that I will keep this. Let me know if any one is actually interested or not and I'll keep updating. If you are, don't hesitate to review.