[Walker Count: 1] ☣ Not in Georgia any more
[1445 Mitchell Road: About the house, open to housemates]
Air mattresses were not the most comfortable things in the world. It was better than just sleeping on the ground, yes, and they had gone camping enough with their son that Rick found sleep easy to come. He had found Lori and Carl safe thanks to Shane housed with a group of other survivors outside of Atlanta. Waking up in that hospital alone with the only goal once he'd realized that they were alive he had stopped at nothing to find them. Even getting trapped inside a tank with a city full of Walkers around him. Even that first nights sleep with the group his dreams were troubled as he held his wife close and his son sleeping feet away. But it was day one towards a new world- one he wasn't sure exactly where his place was in it. Law and order were gone for the most part. What he was going to have to do was keep them all alive and that even meant going back after Merle.
Rolling over, Rick hung between the waking world and sleep. The smells of food cooking reminding him exactly how hungry he was. Food wasn't something he had thought much about the night before. Even if Andrea and Amy had caught a bountiful load of fish he had been more concerned with playing catch up than actually eating. Stretching an arm out he felt the warmth of where Lori had been sleeping, a smile crossing his face. Why had they let him sleep in? There was to much stuff to get done and a camp to secure. Again he rolled expecting to be able to push himself up off the ground... instead finding himself falling to a heap on the carpeted floor. Instantly Rick was awake. Had something happened? When did they move to a house? They were hiding in the woods above a quarry when he had fallen asleep...
Slowly the Deputy pushed himself to his feet catching only a glimpse at the pictures in the room and paying no attention to them. Everything was retro. Not like the retro he knew, but older. Much, much older. A lump grew in his stomach as he also noted that he had no pistol or axe within hand if he needed it. What if there were Walkers there waiting on them? Flexing his fingers he moved towards the door following the sounds from the rooms below."Lori? Carl?" he drawled out, "What's goin' on here? What happened to camp?"
[1445 Mitchell Rd: On the phone, open to anyone]
"This is Sheriff's Deputy Rick Grimes. I'm looking for any other survivors out there. People who aren't like these... Walkers for lack of a better term. I need information- what's going on, where we are, where I can find the people that I was with before here." A rustling of paper, mail that the woman who was most defiantly not Lori had brought in. "I can meet me at 1445 Mitchel Road or anywhere else. Just, please. I have to find these people. My wife and son are with them"
[ooc: If you tag the phone conversation and don't want to meet him at his new home, just let me know and we'll go from there! :) ]
Air mattresses were not the most comfortable things in the world. It was better than just sleeping on the ground, yes, and they had gone camping enough with their son that Rick found sleep easy to come. He had found Lori and Carl safe thanks to Shane housed with a group of other survivors outside of Atlanta. Waking up in that hospital alone with the only goal once he'd realized that they were alive he had stopped at nothing to find them. Even getting trapped inside a tank with a city full of Walkers around him. Even that first nights sleep with the group his dreams were troubled as he held his wife close and his son sleeping feet away. But it was day one towards a new world- one he wasn't sure exactly where his place was in it. Law and order were gone for the most part. What he was going to have to do was keep them all alive and that even meant going back after Merle.
Rolling over, Rick hung between the waking world and sleep. The smells of food cooking reminding him exactly how hungry he was. Food wasn't something he had thought much about the night before. Even if Andrea and Amy had caught a bountiful load of fish he had been more concerned with playing catch up than actually eating. Stretching an arm out he felt the warmth of where Lori had been sleeping, a smile crossing his face. Why had they let him sleep in? There was to much stuff to get done and a camp to secure. Again he rolled expecting to be able to push himself up off the ground... instead finding himself falling to a heap on the carpeted floor. Instantly Rick was awake. Had something happened? When did they move to a house? They were hiding in the woods above a quarry when he had fallen asleep...
Slowly the Deputy pushed himself to his feet catching only a glimpse at the pictures in the room and paying no attention to them. Everything was retro. Not like the retro he knew, but older. Much, much older. A lump grew in his stomach as he also noted that he had no pistol or axe within hand if he needed it. What if there were Walkers there waiting on them? Flexing his fingers he moved towards the door following the sounds from the rooms below."Lori? Carl?" he drawled out, "What's goin' on here? What happened to camp?"
[1445 Mitchell Rd: On the phone, open to anyone]
"This is Sheriff's Deputy Rick Grimes. I'm looking for any other survivors out there. People who aren't like these... Walkers for lack of a better term. I need information- what's going on, where we are, where I can find the people that I was with before here." A rustling of paper, mail that the woman who was most defiantly not Lori had brought in. "I can meet me at 1445 Mitchel Road or anywhere else. Just, please. I have to find these people. My wife and son are with them"
[ooc: If you tag the phone conversation and don't want to meet him at his new home, just let me know and we'll go from there! :) ]