Here We Remain Part 1

Michonne looked around. She was utterly surrounded by chaos. Chaos in many forms. In the form of walkers, people, bodies, blood, flame, and the smoke rising to the sky.
The prison was in shambles. She ran through the burning corridors, slicing through every walker in her path. She still had things left to do, favors for friends who she knew may very well be ghosts. She ran into her cell, grabbed her bag, and made her way toward Carl's.
Michonne sifted through Carl's belongings until she found the family portrait. She stuffed the beloved photo into her bag, slung it around her back, and moved on to her next objective.
She made sure to get Daryl's other crossbow, the riot gear suits, and Judith's cradle that sat out in the courtyard. She was horrified by the amount of blood at first, but then realized that the seat had been unbuckled. Someone must have gotten her.
Michonne sat the various objects of interest down, pulled out her katana, and cleared an exit path. When there were only two walkers that remained, she quickly cut off their arms and jaws, followed by departing her once intact home.
She circled around the area, and walked back out into the open. She still had one last job. She saw Hershel's body laying on the ground, with his reanimated head rolling around the field. There were walkers feasting on his cold, dead arms. With a fierce chant, Michonne killed the undead scavengers and plunged her sword into Hershel's head. She wiped the tear rolling down her cheek, knelt to the ground, and shut Hershel's eyes. She quietly walked to the other side of the body, and made sure to get the prosthetic leg.
She packed her bag one last time, slung it over one of her pet's necks, and departed.
(Cue Opening Credits)

Rick continued to limp despite Carl's efforts to carry the weight. The walkers had all gone to the prison, so their path was quiet. But it was no respite. The quiet was nothing but a nuisance to them.
Had there been walkers, or any other obstacle of some sort, they could be distracted. They could take out their frustration and grief. But they couldn't. All they could do was shamble through the desolate forest in hope of...what?
"Where do we go?" Carl asked.
"There's a town nearby. Carol and I went there on a run."
Carl had a sudden realization. Where was Carol? "Dad...Carol never came back with you."
Rick was at a loss. He was tired of explaining. "Carol...Carol's gone." He said simply.
Carl teared up again. Rick glanced at him, and pondered over whether or not he should tell him the truth. But Carol wasgone. There was no chance of them ever running into her again. It was better to leave his memories of her unscathed.
"Just a few more miles." Rick told him.
They both slowly made their way to their destination over the next few hours. When they finally made it, they were shocked to see that the place was rather peaceful. "This house'll do." Rick said, pointing toward the house that he and Carol had stayed in for several hours.
Rick weakly let go of Carl and pulled out his Colt Python. "You got yours?" He asked.
"It's empty, remember?" Carl replied.
"Great...just be careful."
"Dad, just let me borrow yours. I can take care of you."
Rick gave him a look of pure disappointment. Just days before, he would not have even carried a gun. Now he had to hand it over to his son for his own well being. "Okay." He said as he wept a tear. "Okay."
Rick handed his son the Python. Carl quickly checked the ammo and opened the door. They walked in quietly and Rick shut the door behind him. They both checked each room thoroughly. While Carl pointed his father's weapon stealthily, Rick could do nothing but quiver. He walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet.
Damn. He thought. He and Carol had already cleaned house. Rick shut the cabinet back and looked at himself. He was shot, broken, without a home, missing a child, and being taken care of by someone else. Rick was right back where he started.
He slowly walked out to see Carl coming down the stairs. "It's all clear." He said.
"We'll stay down here for the night..." Rick said weakly.
"It's safer upstairs." Carl said.
Rick wasn't sure he even had the strength to make it up there, but nodded reluctantly. They both jumped slightly at the sound of scratching noises on the door, breaking the former silence.
"I'll take care of it." Carl said before walking out of the back of the house. Rick looked up the staircase. They were solong. How could he ever get up there? Rick took one step, and it felt like hell. He was sure it was the most agonizing feeling he had ever felt, and he whimpered. He paused, and then took a second step. Rick finally collapsed then and fell back down to the ground.
Carl made sure to shut and lock the back door behind him. He walked through the empty backyard, opened the typical, suburban fence, and shut it behind him. He walked around to the front yard and called out to the two walkers. "Hey you!" They turned to him. "Fresh meat, right here."
They began to follow him as he walked backwards down the street. Carl knew that he didn't have to kill them, he just had to get them to think he was somewhere else. "Come on...just a little further." He told the brain-dead, walking corpses.
"This place looks good." Carl said while looking at the house closest to him right before tripping. "Woah!" He exclaimed. He grabbed for his gun just as the walkers pounced on him. He saw both of their faces gnashing at his face as he held them back. He could see a third walker approaching barely in his peripheral vision.
Carl screamed as he pulled his right arm back, aimed, and fired at the walker closest to him. The third walker piled on and grabbed for his legs. He squirmed best he could and aimed at the walker. He fired yet again, leaving only one left. With a loud screech, he threw them off of him. He crawled away and stood up. The walker moaned as it inched toward his face. Carl lined the Python up right between its eyes.
BLAM
Then Carl smiled, and turned back toward the house.

Michonne had been walking through the forest all day long. Nothing. She saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. Her pets, one a man with an arrow still in his chest, and the other a very dirty brunette woman, seemed quieter than her previous pets. She never did find out if the Governor put them down. She hoped not. They deserved to rot for all eternity for what they did.
But she couldn't think about such things. To do so would lead her to insanity. Daryl was right. She couldn't keep dwelling on the past. Leaving the Governor was not the end of her long road to recovery.
Quite suddenly, she heard three gunshots. She stopped and listened. Her pets both got closer to her, seemingly attempting to bite her, but they couldn't. "Dumbasses." She muttered. She started walking toward the sound and her pets followed.

Carl made it back to the house and opened the door. "I took care of it-" Carl saw his father on the floor. "Dad!" He shouted as he ran to him. He turned him over and looked at him. "Please don't be dead!" Carl sobbed. But his father's eyes remained shut, and he didn't move a muscle. "You're okay, you're just sick..." Carl said in denial. But it didn't last long. "I don't need you anymore. I killed the walkers! Outside! At the prison! I put Mom down! I shot the Governor! You couldn't protect Mom! Or Judy! Or Andrea! Or Hershel! You can't protect anyone! You're useless!"
Carl's mood swung yet again, "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" He shouted while pounding against his father's chest. Walkers started converging on the house. Carl had left the door open. He let go of his father and backed away. "I don't even care. Without you, I have nothing...just eat me..."
The walkers entered the house and Carl just sat there. He broke out of his trance, though, when a sword went through the first walker's head, then the other, and the one after that. Michonne killed them all. She dropped her sword and rushed over to Carl.
"Carl!" She exclaimed as they embraced. Carl burst into tears, and Michonne joined him when she saw Rick lying on the floor. Rick's arm began to move and he moaned.
"No!" Carl screamed.
Michonne stood up. "Carl, I have to." She said.
But then Rick lifted his head up. "Carl..."he groaned. "Don't...go...outside..."
Michonne and Carl let out a sigh of relief. "I'll get him on the couch." Michonne said. "We'll stay here until he gets better. Hold on one sec, I brought some antibiotics with me. "
Michonne walked outside to see her pets trying to wander off. "Hey!" She shouted. They turned and walked back toward her. Once they were in the house, she shut the door and locked it.
What Michonne didn't know, though, was what her pets were headed toward before. The man inside of the house across the street simply smiled and took another bite of his meal.
(End Credits)