The attack began after midnight.
Most of the camp was asleep.
Rick suddenly woke to the sound of shouting.
"Walkers!"
Gunfire erupted across the quarry.
Rick grabbed his revolver and ran outside.
Shane was already firing a shotgun.
Walkers poured down the slope leading into the camp.
Dozens of them.
Andrea fired rapidly beside the RV.
Glenn tried pulling people toward the vehicles.
Carol grabbed Sophia's hand.
"Stay close!"
Carl ran toward Rick.
"Dad!"
Rick pulled him behind a truck.
"Stay there!"
Meanwhile Ghost moved like a shadow through the chaos.
A walker lunged toward Amy.
Before it could reach her—
A knife buried itself in its skull.
Ghost pulled the blade free and moved again.
Another walker collapsed.
Then another.
He didn't waste a single motion.
Carl watched from behind the truck.
His eyes wide.
"Dad… look at him."
Rick fired another shot.
"I see him."
The camp slowly pushed the walkers back.
Shane blasted the last one near the entrance.
Silence returned.
Bodies covered the ground.
Everyone stood there breathing heavily.
Andrea wiped blood from her face.
"That was too many."
Rick looked toward the forest.
"How did they find us?"
Ghost walked toward the treeline and crouched beside one of the dead walkers.
He studied the footprints behind it.
Then stood.
"They were wandering."
Shane crossed his arms.
"So what?"
Ghost looked into the darkness.
"Next time… there will be more."
No one liked the way he said that.
Because it sounded less like a guess…
and more like a certainty.