Chapter 14 Morgan Jones
Inside the armored vehicle.
Morgan Jones sat on a metal bench, his arm wrapped tightly around his son Duane's shoulder. The boy was thin and exhausted, but his eyes still held curiosity and fear.
"Relax," Sandra said, sitting across from them. "Everything will be fine once you're with us. I'm Sandra."
"My name is Morgan Jones," the man replied. "This is my son, Duane."
Duane only nodded quietly.
Morgan looked around the armored vehicle—reinforced walls, weapon racks, communication gear, and armed soldiers with red Umbrella insignias.
He had never seen anything like it.
"Are you from the government?" Morgan asked. "Is the situation stabilizing now?"
No one answered him.
The front door opened.
Wu Fan entered and sat opposite him.
"I am Wu Fan, Umbrella Corporation Atlanta office manager."
"Umbrella Corporation?" Morgan frowned. "Never heard of it."
"Private organization," Wu Fan replied calmly. "We worked with the government on biological research before the outbreak."
Morgan's eyes brightened. "So the military is clearing things out?"
Wu Fan paused.
Then he shook his head.
"Atlanta is gone. Millions have turned. The entire country may already be lost."
Morgan went silent.
"…Then what are you doing?"
"Gathering survivors," Wu Fan said. "We have a base at the CDC. We're researching a vaccine, but we need manpower."
He leaned forward.
"Join us. You'll have food, shelter, medical care, and stable work paid in points."
Morgan looked down at Duane.
His hesitation was clear.
But survival mattered more.
"I agree," Morgan said. "But I need to do one thing first."
"My wife," he continued painfully. "She turned… right at our doorstep."
Wu Fan stood.
"Marcus, stop the car."
The armored vehicle stopped.
Morgan stepped out with Duane. Sandra followed, weapon ready.
The streets were quiet.
Too quiet.
They turned a corner.
And saw her.
A woman stood in front of a house—disfigured, blood-stained, no longer human.
Morgan froze.
"Jenny…" he whispered.
Duane buried his face in his father's clothes.
Morgan raised his gun—but his hand trembled.
He couldn't do it.
Before he could act—
A shot rang out.
The Walker collapsed instantly.
Wu Fan lowered his weapon.
"So you won't have regrets anymore," he said quietly.
Morgan's eyes turned red.
"Thank you," he whispered.
He carried the body away and buried it.
Later, Wu Fan stood alone in King County.
Too quiet.
Something was wrong.
The streets should have been full of Walkers—but there were almost none.
He reached the hospital.
And stopped.
Behind it—
Countless body bags filled the parking lot.
Piled like a mountain.
The smell of death lingered in the air.
Wu Fan stared at them for a long time.
This was the place where Rick Grimes first woke up.
And now—
Morgan Jones had just entered his world.
And Rick… was still coming.