It's weird when you think about how it used to be. Being able to walk outside, to run in the grass the only thing that was worried about were grades and homework. Or who was dating who and who was breaking up, prom dresses and dates with matching colors. Getting drivers licenses, begging your parents to buy you a car because how could you ever afford one when you're dealing with perfect grades and a perfect boyfriend while trying to prepare a speech for graduation? But your father and mother just smile and say you can make it work, but you know deep down that they're hiding something.

In the six years since the dead started walking you get used to walking outside with someone to use the bathroom so you don't get your ass bitten when you're not looking. You get used to sleeping for a few hours a day, running at a moment's notice, learn how to keep quite. Not just from walkers but from people. You learn to deal with not showering for days sometimes a week or more at a time. You forget how to just appreciate the sun shining or the leaves sprouting from branches to help everyone hide easier in the woods.

Everyone kills without thinking about it now, the dead show and its like clockwork Daryl shoots his crossbow, Rick uses his knife not wanting to waste precious bullets, Michone using her katana slicing through walkers sometimes two at a time. Then there is Maggie and Glenn and you glimpse at them seeing how well they work together in the time of crisis, because just a minute ago your family was just taking a break from walking all morning. Carl (now 18) is just a quick as ever with the knife he learned how to weld after bullets started becoming harder and harder to find. Carol is in a car down the road with the one thing everyone here would die for, Judith.

Then there is you, Beth Greene, keeping up with your family as everyone takes down walker after walker. Thankful for the compound bow Daryl found you for your 18 birthday, thankful that he showed you how to rapid fire. He glances over at you a lot, just as you do him. Both of you making sure the other is staying safe and if ether one had to step in to help the other. Then just like that the final walker falls to the ground and everyone is checking everyone for bites and scratches while Rick heads to Carol to get his daughter. For being almost five Judith carries a knife on her belt just in case, they are all in agreement that it is best if she gets use to the feeling of it now. Unless there is a cure, she'll spend her life defending everyone in the group, including herself.

The first person that checks on you is Daryl, pushing hair out of your face so blue meets blue and you both smile at each other. And not just a Daryl Dixon smirk, an actual smile which is returned before you both press your lips to each other. He's still getting used to this after three years together he still hates kissing her in front of their family. Everyone thinks its cute that after all this time he is still shy when it comes to her. When they first got together Hershel was grateful that his youngest daughter found someone who will love her until the day he died, who will put his life on the line for her. Anything to make sure she made it another day, but she once told him years ago when he was teaching her to track before they found the funeral home that "she wasn't going to need him anymore", he still smirks at that to this day. In all honesty he never doubted that she wouldn't need him, she can take care of herself, she can defend their camp, and if their lucky enough to find one again their home.

"Bethy. Are you okay?" Maggie hollers from down the road.

"Yes, were both fine." You respond looking at Daryl and smirking which he returns with a grunt.

"We're going to see if we can find water to help everyone wash their hands and faces off." Daryl hollers as we head towards the woods weapons drawn and senses on high alert.

"Stay safe you two." Is the last thing herd from Rick as they get deeper in to the woods.

Once everyone has had a chance to wash their arms and faces they continue walking along the road looking for a house to bunker down in for the night. Hoping that someone spots a house or farm that they can secure so everyone can stop running and all of them can sleep at once. Not that that security will last somehow no matter what they do, what they change in their defense, the walkers always destroy everything. If it's not the walkers then it's people. Seems like the majority of people that are left are the worst of humanity, thieves, rapist, murders, hard not to laugh at the last one seeing as everyone still alive in the group has killed someone. The walkers don't count.

The walkers changed everything.