I clutch the bloody phone in my hand, where has she went?... I need to find her, I look at the phone and fear the worst, what if...what if she's not herself ....what if she's.... she's turned?, I shake my head, no this is no time to be thinking of things like such, I look around the torn apart room looking for something anything that could tell me where she went, and then I see it, a map on the wall with a city marked. I walk over to the map and take a gander at it , my eyes widen ATLANTA! Why why of all places Atlanta that's about 330.9 miles from here and if the military has set up a refugee camp there...it will be a slaughter the geeks will run out of food in the countryside and converge on the big city's. I have to do this for lacy she would do it for me so I'm going to do it for her...then I realize it I haven't given one thought to my mother.i race home and I get to the front door but somethings off all the lights are on the cars are here but both of the doors are wide open my mom is always asleep at this time, I steadily walk up the stairs into the house and what I see is something I wasn't expecting, all the pictures were gone off the walls the photo albums,silver,guitars,cloths just gone there all gone there could only be two explanations for this , looters or she got the hell outa doge and I was hoping to god it was the second one because I didn't want to find my mothers lifeless body in the closet. I grab the side arms I keep in my bedside table and the shotgun and high powered rifle off the rack on the wall and load up my mustang with all the supplies I could and set off on my journey to Atlanta.a few hours later I'm out of gas and I'm in the middle of no where, or so I thought I come up on this old farm house it seems untouched or so I hoped the last thing I need is a geek eating my face off. I cautiously walk around the house and up the steps I look all around me till I hear a click and the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed to the back of my head. Son this is private property your trespassing, I hold up my hands to show I am no threat, sir I'm just a boy looking for his family, I slowly turn around to look at a father and his daughter about my age 17 or so , sir I'm no looter or killer I'm just me, he lowers the gun and waves me in to have a seat , so I do as I'm told but as I walk by him I say , I take it you never handled a gun before?, he looks at me confused and I point to the safety, the safety is still on. I go and sit down on the couch and the mans daughter sits across from me just staring at me, the man walks up to me and said,son what is your name I thought on it for a minute and came to the conclusion that I don't trust these people just yet, you may call me reaper, the man raised an eyebrow, ok "reaper" where are you from and where are you headed, well I'm from a little town called Summerdale and I'm headed to Atlanta, the man looks at me with sadness, son Atlanta was the first big city to fall it's overrun with them what do ya call them walking... no walkers?. I put my head in my hands, the man puts a hand on my sholder and said, son your family could have gotten out gone to someplace safer don't give up hope just yet. That's when I decided to ask this man and his daughter if they would like to tag along with me.