Guts

Season 1, Episode 2

## Cast Guide

Starring
Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes
Jon Bernthal as Shane Walsh
Sarah Wayne Callies as Lori Grimes
Laurie Holden as Andrea Harrison
Jeffrey DeMunn as Dale Horvath
Steven Yeun as Glenn Rhee
Chandler Riggs as Carl Grimes

Also Starring
Emma Bell as Amy Harrison
Michael Rooker as Merle Dixon
Juan Gabriel Pareja as Julian Morales

**Guts** is the second episode of the first season of Fanon *The Walking Dead*. It is the second episode overall.

## Plot Synopsis

Rick is assisted by a small band of survivors who he accidentally leads into a trap, as Amy attempts to mount a rescue.

## Episode

### The Mushroom Queen

Amy blonde hair flickered in the wind as she picked through a pile of mushrooms with Lori opposing her, seated tensely on the edge of a log.

“Any luck?” Lori pondered, her gaze fixed on the mushrooms.

“Can’t tell if they’re poisonous. Ask Shane?” Amy responded, sighing and dropping her mushrooms back in their basket and placing her her hands on her knees.

“Got it. Thank you.” Lori stood, heading toward the treeline, as she turns to face her son, Carl, who was sitting nearby, “Sweetie, stay where Dale can see you, okay?”

“Yes, mom.” Carl obliged, placing his chin on his hands, visibly bored. The last thing people would think about when the world ends is just how boring it would be.

Dale stood atop his RV with a rifle strapped to his back, putting his binoculars down to glance at Lori, “You, too, Lori. Don’t wander far, and if you see anything, holler. I’ll come running.”

“Yes, mom.” Lori muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Amy to take note. As Lori trekked further into the forest on her favorite trail, a leaf rustles in the woodline, quickly catching her attention and causing her to pass. She ran a hand through her brown hair, attempting to calm herself, as the sound of a bird cawing eased her tensions.

She turned to keep walking as a hand grasps around her mouth, dragging her to the ground. She attempts to scream but its muffled by the rough hand covering her mouth, as she finally realizes who it is. The younger man laughs, as the terror filling Lori’s face quickly becomes angry laughing as Shane releases his grip on her mouth.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Lori laughs, slapping him gently on his chest.

“S’what you get, keeping me waiting. Where you been?” He chuckles, still lying atop her as Lori lies against the rough ground on her back.

“Amy the mushroom queen, had to wait for her to get back. Come here.” Lori responds, clutching the back of Shane’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Lori begins to undress, pulling her shirt over her head, as a thin chain necklace falls to the ground atop her shirt. Both Lori and Shane glared at the necklace, a locket with both Lori and Rick’s wedding rings attached. Lori opened to the locket to a picture of Rick on the day of his graduation from the academy. She sighed, placing the locket down on the ground next to her, but leaving it slightly ajar, as Shane continued to stare at it. Suddenly, Lori pulled Shane’s head back down, tearing open his shirt buttons and pulling the shirt off of his torso, kissing his neck.

As the two further undressed and Shane entered Lori, he continued staring at the photo of Rick in the locket.

### Title Card

The title card depicts Glenn Rhee standing in the middle of an alley in downtown Atlanta.

### Run

“You alive in there?” The voice called out to Rick yet again. Rick clammered, crawling desperately toward the radio on the other side of the infectiously hot tank.

“Hello? Hello? I”m here, where are you? Outside? Can you see me? Are you out there?” Rick frantically requested, struggling to keep his grip on the button of the radio due to his rapid shaking.

“Yeah, I’m here, I see you. You’re surrounded by walkers. That’s the bad news.” The voice tells him.

“There’s good news?” Rick asks. A beat goes by before the voice simply says “no”, leading to Rick bowing his head in discomfort, “Listen, wherever, whoever you are, I don’t mind letting you know I’m a little concerned in here.”

“Oh, man, you should see it from here, you’d be having a grade-A panic attack right about now.”

“The fuck you think I’m having right now?” Rick insisted, his patience slowly dropping. A moment passed with Rick still keyed up, thinking on what his next action or words should be, “Got any advice?”

Another beat passed before the voice spoke again, “Yeah. I’d say make a run for it.”

Rick scoffed, an ingenuine and trauma-responsive chuckle escaping from him, “That’s it? Make a run for it?”

“Not as dumb as it sounds, you’ve got eyes on the outside here. There’s one geek still up on the tank but the others climbed down and joined the feeding frenzy where the horse went down. The street on the other side of the tank is less crowded, if you move now while they’re distracted, you have a chance. Got some ammo?”

“In that duffel back out there I dropped, and the guns. Can I get to it?” Rick responded as he checked the magazine on the pistol he recovered off the dead body accompanying him in the tank.

“Forget that bag. Not an option. How much you have on you?”

“A Beretta with one clip, 15 rounds.”

“Make it count. Jump off the right side and keep going in that direction, there’s an alley maybe 50 yards to your right if you keep going straight. Be there.”

“Hey,” Rick demanded, before going off air with his mysterious savior, “What’s your name?”

“Have you been listening?! You’re running out of time.” The voice insisted, sending clear signals.

Rick prepared himself, checking the safety and chamber on his weapon, ensuring his Colt Python was safely holstered in his belt. As he deeply breathed before braving the swarm, he flung the top hatch of the tank open, immediately firing into the walker lurking atop the tank. Hopping through the hatch and swinging to the right, Rick sprinted toward the alley the voice had directed, firing multiple more rounds into the undead that got in his way. As he turned into the alley, a figure emerged, and Rick immediately pointed his gun, ready to fire.

“Don’t shoot, I’m not dead! Come on, come on!” The man insisted. The young, Korean guy with the clap ran toward a ladder, directing Rick to follow him. The two approached the ladder and began to climb as the swarm followed. At the first checkpoint of the ladder reaching up the tall building, the two stopped, catching their breath and watching the undead swarm the ladder below them, hopeless to reach the pair.

“Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood, you the new sheriff come riding in to clean up the town?” The younger man joked, gently shoving Rick’s shoulder toward the ladder as the two continued ascending to the top.

As they reached the top, Rick figured it a good time to question the man, “Who the hell are you? And why did you help me?”

“It’s Glenn, figured maybe if I was that far down shit creek one day someone would do the same for me, too. Guess I’m an even bigger dumbass than you.”

Rick chuckles as they descend into a hatch on the roof.

### Triggerfinger

As Rick and Glenn enter the department store, Rick is immediately confronted by a blonde woman, grabbing him by the front collar of his shirt and shoving him against a wall, pointing a gun in his face.

“You son of a bitch, I ought to kill you.” The woman aggressively noted, locking her eyes in contact with Rick’s.

“Andrea. Stop, back off.” An older hispanic man demanded, getting right up on Andrea’s side to confront her actions.

“Fuck off, Morales. We’re dead because of this stupid asshole.” Andrea pointed the gun closer to Rick just as Rick attempted to shuffle. Rick evaluated the gun, taking note of Andrea’s twitchy finger hovering over the trigger.

“Andrea.” Morales demanded, his tone clearly expressing his seething annoyance at her actions. Andrea finally backed off, placing her gun into her back waistband as tears welled up in her eyes, slowly backing away from the deputy.

“We’re all dead. All of us. Because of you.” She accused while burying her face in her hands and turning away.

“I don’t understand.” Rick mumbled, looking around at the rest of the survivors hunkering in this department store. Two more survivors, a black man and a black woman, then entered.

“T-Dog, Jacqui, how’s it look?” Morales asked the two new entries, with the man, T-Dog, waving him and the rest of the group, “You want answers, officer, come find out.”

Morales led the rest of the group toward the front of the store, shoving Rick to the front as they walked, “We came here to scavenge supplies. Quietly. You know what that means? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing, not shooting up the streets.”

The group arrives to the front as Rick, Andrea, and Glenn stare in horror, and T-Dog confirms their suspicions having previously been guarding this area, “Every geek for miles heard you popping shots off.”

Andrea mumbled, “You just rang the dinner bell.”

“What the hell were you doing out there?” Andrea continued, facing Rick once more to take her mind off of the impending doom clammering on the double glass doors nearby.

“Trying to wave down that helicopter, figured they were with the refugee center.” Rick responded, looking up as if the helicopter were directly above his head.

“Yeah, refugee center. They got biscuits waiting in the oven for us.” Jacqui remarked, rolling her eyes and Rick’s naive response, as T-Dog keyed up on a portable radio calling for assistance from their friends.

“No signal.” T-Dog bellowed, throwing his hat down in frustration, as gunshots began ringing out from above them.

“Dixon?” Andrea questioned.

### That’ll Be The Day

An older man, clad in a leather jacket and a rifle, stood atop the roof of the department store’s building firing off rounds into the swarms below. He chuckled with each kill, lavishing his actions of thinning the herd, so to speak. Suddenly, the group of survivors barged into the rooftop, frantically.

“Merle, you fuckin’ crazy?!” T-Dog rhetorically yelped, quickly rushing up to Merle Dixon, who simply laughed in response as he continued firing.

“You oughta be more polite to a man with a gun.” Merle responded, continuing to focus on the dead below.

“You bringing more of ‘em on our ass than Barney Fife just did, man, just chill the hell out.”

“Hey! Bad enough I got this taco-bender on my ass all day, now I gotta take orders from you? I don’t think so, *bro*. That’ll be the day.”

“*That’ll be the day?* Man, you got somethin’ you wanna tell me?” T-Dog retorted, approaching Merle’s face close enough to feel the hot, tobacco-scented breath erupting from his mouth.

“T-Dog, man, just leave it.” Morales insisted, gently grasping T-Dog’s forearm, “He ain’t worth it, now, Merle just relax, okay? We got enough trouble.”

Merle kept pushing, “You wanna know the day? Man, I’ll tell you the day Mr. *Yo*, it’s the day I take orders from a ni-”

Merle was stopped mid-sentence as T-Dog struck his face, and Merle quickly recovered, striking back. Rick attempted to jump in to assist but was quickly shoved aside as Merle hopped on top of T-Dog and landed a couple more blows on his face. Rick shook his head aggressively as he removed the handcuffs from his belt.

“Hey, asshole.” Rick shouted, grabbing the rifle off the ground and using the butt of it to slam against Merle’s head, knocking him to the ground. Rick quickly locked the handcuffs around Merle’s left hand and the pipe next to him.

“Man, what the fuck who the hell are you?” Merle asked, yanking the handcuff in a futile attempt to free himself, as Rick kneeled down directly in front of Merle’s face.

“Officer friendly.” Rick seethed, “Things are different now, dipshit. No more inbred white-trash foolishness, got it? Only dark meat and white meat. There’s us, and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.

“Fuck you, man.” Merle scoffed, brushing Rick off.

“I see you make a habit of missing the point.”

“Yeah? Well fuck you twice, then.”

Rick raised his Colt Python to Merle’s temple, “Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense.”

“Yeah? You’re a cop.”

“All I am is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose.”

Rick shuffled away, looking over the cityline in the distance from the edge of the building, as Morales approached.

“You’re not Atlanta P.D. Where you from?” Morales asked, joining Rick in looking over the city.

“Up the road a ways.” Rick joked, his serious expression focusing on his shivering hand he is gripping by the wrist with his other hand.

“Well officer friendly, from up the road a ways, welcome to the big city.”

### The Plan

On the roof, T-Dog sat leaning against the opposing wall from Merle, fiddling with his portable radio, holding the key to Merle’s handcuffs in his other hand.

“How’s that signal?” Glenn asked, nervously rubbing his shoulder.

“Weak. Like Dixon’s brain.” T-Dog retorted, as Merle raised the middle finger of his free hand in response.

“Nothing they can do anyway. Not a damn thing.” Andrea mumbled, concerned.

“Who?” Rick asked, wondering who they are attempting to get into contact with.

“We got some people outside the city. No refugee center, but it’s good enough.” Andrea responded, pointing in the general direction of their camp in the distance.

“Then we’re on our own. We gotta figure somethin’ out.” Rick declared, trying to spark ideas from his surrounding compatriots.

Merle finally spoke up, “Good luck with that. These streets ain’t safe in this part of town from what I hear,” Merle looked to Andrea, “Ain’t that right, sugar tits?” Andrea scoffed in response, slowly walking away, but Merle kept going, “Hey, honeybunch, how ‘bout you come get me outta these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway.”

“I’d rather.” Andrea coldly responded as Merle groaned.

“Rug muncher. Figured as much.”

As the rest of the group continued coming up with something, Rick finally thought of an idea, “Glenn, you see any manhole covers leading into the sewers when you were down there?”

“Uh, no, must be out on the streets where the geeks are.” Glenn responded in a depressed tone.

“Maybe not.” Jacqui finally spoke, “Old building like this build in the ‘20s, big structures had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding down in the subbasements.”

“How do you know?” Glenn curiously asked, following as Jacqui began leading the group, sans Merle and Morales, to the lower floors of the building.

“It’s my job. Was. I worked in the city zoning office.”

### Underground Undercover

The group of survivors banded together at the entrance of the old drainage tunnels, just as Jacqui had predicted. They stared into the dark abyss below, with Glenn hanging over a small fence to take note of anything of use down there.

“This? Are you sure?” Morales asked, joining the group from his guard duty.

“I really scoped this place out the other times I was here, and it’s the only thing that goes down…but I’ve never gone down it. Who’d want to?”

Everybody shared a look then all focused their glances back on Glenn, who sighed, “Great.”

“We’ll be right behind you, Glenn.” Andrea offered reassurance, placing her hand on Glenn’s shoulder.

“No, not you.” Glenn quickly retorted as Andrea retracted her hand, “Look, until now I always came by myself, and I finally take a team and it all goes to shit ‘’immediately’’. No offense. If you want me to go down this nasty ass hole, fine, but on my terms. If I run into something and have to get out quick, I don’t want you all jammed up behind me getting me killed. I’ll take ‘’one’’ person. Morales.”

Morales nodded, joining Glenn at the entrance of the drainage as Glenn continued, “Rick, you take Morales’s spot on guard. I’ve seen you shit and I’d feel a hell of a lot better with you watching our asses at the door. Jacqui and Andrea stay here, in case something happens, yell down at us and let us know.”

“Alright. Everyone knows their jobs.” Rick declares, heading toward the front as everyone gets into their positions.

### Contact

“Anybody out there? Hello? Anyone read?” T-Dog shouts into his portable radio, clearly frustrated at the lack of contact he’s been receiving.

“Knock that shit off, boy, giving me a damn headache.” Merle degradingly yelped, rubbing his forehead.

“Why don’t you pull your head out your ass? Headache might go away.” T-Dog retorted sarcastically as Merle chuckled.

“Tell you what Sammy Sunshine, get me out these cuffs and I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say man? Come on?”

“So you can beat my ass again? Call me the n-word?”

“C’mon, wasn’t personal, it’s just that your kind and my kind ain’t meant to mix s’all. Doesn’t mean we can’t work together, parley, as long as there’s some mutual gain.” Merle requested, motioning toward a hacksaw sitting in a nearby toolbox.

“Guess you want me to go get that rifle over there too so you can shoot that cop when he comes back up too?” T-Dog jokingly declared, as the radio began buzzing.

### Conundrum

“Hello? T-Dog, was that you? Status check?” Amy yelled into the radio, having heard the brief sounds of T-Dog and Merle bickering over an accidental key-up.

“Sh-...-my --- there?” T-Dog’s voice vaguely responded, crackling.

“T-Dog!?” Amy yelped, as Dale, Shane, and Lori joined Amy next to the radio in the center of the camp.

“We’re in some deep shit. Trapped in the department store!” T-Dog reported, “Geeks all over the place, hundreds of ‘em.”

Amy listened intensely as the radio began crackling once more to signify they lost connection, “T-Dog? T-Dog? Where’s Andrea?”

Moments passed as no response is heard.

“Said the department store.” Lori chimed in, looking around at her companions, “We gotta go get them.”

“No, no way.” Shane announced, “We cannot go after them, we do not risk the rest of the group.”

“So we’re just gonna ‘’leave’’ them there?!” Amy shouted, jumping to her feet to confront Shane, fist balled up in anger she had no intentions of acting on, merely showcased.

“Look, Amy, I know this ain’t easy, but she knew the risks, right? If she’s trapped, she’s…she’s gone, and we just have to deal with that.”

Amy scoffed, storming away, but not before grilling one more response in, “She’s my ‘’sister’’ you son of a bitch.”

Amy stormed off as Shane glanced over at Lori, who shook her head and followed after the younger girl. Shane rejoined Carl on a nearby log, helping him to figure out tying some knots.

“Are they okay?” Carl curiously asked, concerned for his newfound friends.

“Yeah, buddy, it’s all alright.” Shane cautiously responded, not offering the full truth to the boy.

The Sewers

Glenn and Morales, after spending minutes trudging through the dark and smelly sewers, approached a grate in the wall blocking their next move.

“Can we cut through?” Glenn asked, but his tone admitted he had little faith in the idea.

“If we had a blowtorch and half a day, maybe. Dale’s hacksaw sure as hell won’t do it.” Morales revealed, as they suddenly took sight of a walker on the other side, devouring a deceased rat on the ground.

### Looting

Back at the main lobby of the department store, Rick approached Andrea, who stood focusing on a small mermaid necklace she gripped in her hands. Andrea noticed the man, putting the necklace back on the desk but keeping her hand over it.

“Sorry about that gun in your face.” Andrea apologized, lowering her guard around the promising deputy.

“People do things when they’re afraid. Next time though, take that safety off, won’t shoot otherwise.” Rick motioned to the gun, pointing out the safety trigger on the side. Andrea slowly nodded, smiling, “What are you looking at there?”

Andrea picked up the necklace once more, showing it to Rick, “I know someone who would like it. My sister. She’s 19, but still a kid in so many ways. Unicorns, dragons, she’s into all that stuff, but…mermaids. They rule. She loves them.”

“Why not take it?” Rick asked, looking around.

“There’s a cop staring at me. Isn’t that considered…looting?” Andrea pondered, asking legal advice of now ‘’former’’ sheriff’s deputy.

“I don’t think those rules apply anymore.”

Andrea smiled, pocketing the necklace as she and Rick were stunned by the sound of glass breaking. They both looked forward to the entrance, realizing the walkers had broken through the first layer of glass doors. One more until they got into the store. Glenn, Morales, and Jacqui quickly joined suite, standing just behind the two, watching.

“We need a way out, soon.” Andrea declared.

### Wayne Dunlap

The group converged in a nearby room from the entrance, with Rick and Glenn clad in all white factorial gowns.

“You sure this’ll work, Officer Friendly?” Morales quaintly asked, as T-Dog dragged a dead walker into the room from the nearby alley.

“Not sure of anything anymore, but they’re attracted to sound, smell, and sight. Figured if we smelled like ‘em, we can walk with ‘em.” Rick retorted, readying an axe.

“If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold.” Glenn sarcastically announced.

“Let’s just…think this through, alright?” Morales insisted, pushing Rick’s arm down as he readied his swing on the dead body.

“That glass ain’t gonna last forever. We gotta do something. Now.” Rick announced, but cowered down just before his axe made impact with the corpse. Instead, he opted to reach into the corpse’s pocket, grabbing a wallet. As he opened the wall, he grabbed a driver’s license, “Wayne Dunlap. Georgia license, born in 1979. He had $28 in his pocket when he died and…a picture of a pretty girl. ‘’With love, from Rachel’’. He used to be like us…worrying about bills or the rent or the Super Bowl. If I ever find my family, I’ll tell ‘em about Wayne.”

Rick set the wallet and license on the ground as he once more readied his axe, and Glenn opted to pick up the wallet and read it, as well, “One more thing…” Glenn revealed, “He was an organ donor.”

After a short moment of silence, Rick hacked away at the corpse, dismembering its limbs one at a time, finishing it off by opening it up from stomach to neck. Andrea gagged in response as Morales prayed in Spanish, while Rick finished and pulled some of the guts out with his gloved hands and rubbing them all over his clothing.

“Try not to get any on your skin or eyes.” Rick ordered, as Jacqui assisted him in getting the guts on his person, while T-Dog assisted Glenn, “Just think about somethin’ else Glenn. Puppies and kittens.” Rick ordered, noticing Glenn still continuously gagging alongside Andrea.

“Yeah. Dead puppies and kittens.” T-Dog responded coldly, leading to Glenn vomiting all over the floor next to him.

“That’s just sick, what is wrong with you?” Andrea told off T-Dog, who waved his hands up in surrender, as Jacqui got up to Rick’s ear.

“Next time, let the cracker beat his ass.” Jacqui ordered, rubbing more guts along Rick’s back.

### Among Them

Rick and Glenn shuffled outside, joining the swarm of the dead, as Rick quietly shuffled his hand along Glenn’s back to catch his attention and whispered, “Keep moving.”

Back on the rooftop, Andrea watched over the two closely with binoculars as Merle curiously attempted to peak over, faltered by his cuffed hand.

“What’s goin’ on there?” Merle asked, as Morales pointed toward the streets.

“There. They’re right there.” Morales pointed, catching Andrea’s attention and giving her a clear view of where their friends were located, “That box truck Rick saw should only be a few blocks away, they shouldn’t have to be out there very long.

“That asshole is out there with the handcuff keys?” Merle yelled, glancing over to T-Dog who mockingly waved the keys, as Merle sat himself back down with anger, glaring daggers through T-Dog.

Rick and Glenn continued walking through the herd, not catching the attention of any of the undead, as Rick still clutched his axe as hard as he could to ensure none of the dead would knock it from his hand. Until the drops of rain began falling onto the two and the dead around them.

“Shit…” Rick muttered, looking over at Glenn and noticing the sleek material of their uniforms weren’t doing much to keep the guts on them under the rain. The two attempt to keep their composure as they continue at their regular pace, until one of the dead catches a whiff of life walking past, aggressively approaching Rick and Glenn.

“The smell’s coming off. What do we do?!” Glenn requested, subtly motioning at the walker. Rick’s focus races between multiple walkers that are realizing something is alive nearby.”

“They can’t tell its us.” Rick declared, continuing at his pace, until one of the walkers reached for him, which he quickly brushed off and knocked to the ground, followed suite by a couple more that realized the truth, “Maybe they can. RUN!” Rick swung his axe at the closest walker to him and ran, motioning for Glenn to join him.

The two rushed down the street in the direction of the herd, knocking down and slashing at walkers that get remotely close to them, Glenn wielding his crowbar with novice precision and Rick aggressively attacking anything nearby.

On the roof, the group frantically watched the nail-biting tension.

As Rick and Glenn reach the fence with the box truck inside, they rapidly throw their weapons over to the other side and hop the fence, as Rick runs for the truck and Glenn grabs the key off of a rack nearby. Glenn enters the truck, tossing the keys to Rick as he enters.

Rick starts the truck, as a couple straggler walkers climb over the fence and fall down to the ground, ready to pursue. Rick, however, speeds away.

“We need to draw them away. Those roll-up doors at the front of the store? That’s what I need cleared. Raise your friends. Tell them to get down there and get there ‘’now’’.”

### Shelby

Rick smashes the window out of an old Shelby Mustang, causing the alarm to blare wildly and consistently, ordering Glenn inside. Glenn begins hotwiring the vehicle, taking off toward the roll-up doors to draw the herd away.

Rick re-enters the box truck, readying the escape route for the rest of the survivors. As he backs up to the door, he waits.

### Escape

The survivors atop the roof quickly shuffle toward the exit, as Merle desperately reached for someone to assist him, “Ey, c’mon man, don’t leave me here, please! Don’t leave me!”

“Come on, let’s go!” Morales shouts, as T-Dog pauses in between the door and Merle, reaching for the key.

“Shit, man!” T-Dog shouts, running toward Merle, but tripping over a loose brick on the floor, sending the key flying. T-Dog and Merle watch frantically as the key flies over the edge of the building, falling into the streets below. T-Dog rushes to lift himself back up, staring wide eyed at Merle.

“Fuck you, man, you did that on purpose! Fuck you!” Merle shouts, condemning T-Dog as the other man shuffles toward the exit to join his friends, as Merle shouts condemning T-Dog further, “Damn you! Damn all you fuckers to hell! Fuck you! ’’You’re gonna rot in hell!’’”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry, man…” T-Dog mourns his failure, exiting the door, but not before locking it up tight with a chain and padlock, and rushing downstairs, “Don’t leave me! I’m still here!”

T-Dog joins with the rest of his group, reaching the garage alongside them as Morales and Andrea work to open it up. As the garage opens, they hear the glass shattering behind them of the entrance to the department store, and the moans of the undead flooding inside.

“Let’s GO! Let’s fucking GO!” Rick shouts, motioning his companions to enter the vehicle. As the last member enters, Rick speeds off and Morales closes the entry into the box truck.

In the truck, the group recollects themselves, desperately gasping for air, as Morales takes a look around, followed quickly by everyone else wondering where Merle has gone.

“I dropped…” T-Dog mutters between breaths, “I dropped the damn key.”

The somber looks on everyone’s faces as they continue catching their breath clues them in on the likelihood of Merle’s survival, as Andrea brings up another question:

“Where is Glenn?”

### Highway Don’t Care

Glenn shouts excitedly, speeding down the road in his bright red Shelby Mustang, car alarm still blaring and echoing into the wind. He races toward the camp, ready to reunite with his friends.

“Whoo-hoo! Fuck yeahhhh!” The beacon of his survival and aptitude announcing itself to everything in the city slowly disappearing in his rearview.

## Co-Stars

* IronE Singleton as T-Dog
* Jeryl Prescott Sales as Jacqui Moore

## Deaths

* Wayne Dunlap *(Alive, Confirmed Fate; Zombified)*

## Trivia

* This episode is Glenn-centric.
* First appearance of Glenn Rhee. *(Physically)*
* First appearance of Andrea Harrison.
* First appearance of Julian Morales.
* First appearance of Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas.
* First appearance of Jacqui Moore.
* First appearance of Merle Dixon.
* This episode features 14 chapters.