Okay, so I already wrote like, 40 chapters of this story, and my friends finally convinced me to publish it. I'll probably update twice a week, I'm not sure what days yet. It follows the story line, but not closely.

Disclaimer: I think we all know that I do not own anything except my OC's. Everything belongs to Robert Kirkman and Greg.

Update 23/3/17: This is a re-written version. I am rewriting it all at the moment because my English has improved tons and I cringe every time I read one of the first chapters. I made Aubrey a bit more stoic, also the relationship with her mother is worse than before.

Who, who are you really?

And where, where are you going?

One foot in front of the other. Slowly, step by step. My heart was pounding,my hands were sweating, desperately trying not to drop the machete in my hand. I was going through the halls unnoticed, I'd like it to stay that way.

The smell of the dead filled my nose. The stench not only coming from the corpses around me, but also directly from my body. My clothes were painted dark red from the walker blood that I had smeared on a few minutes ago.

I was taking deep breaths, but keeping them quiet. Trying to force my heart to slow down wasn't easy when you were walking in the hallways of a prison, surrounded by walkers who were roaming around in search for their next meal.

But I wasn't scared. I was tense, my guard was up and ready to attack any second. I didn't have time to be afraid, I couldn't be. If I wasn't going to do it then who was?

The first time I stumbled upon the prison I had quickly dismissed the idea of staying there. The place would be too big, there'd be no survey. The place would probably have been crawling with walkers, making it impossible to find a safe room to stay the
night.

But when my mom and I had found nothing after a week, I decided to give this place a go. I was ready to take a chance, my mom on the other hand not so much. It wasn't in her personality to take risks as big as that. Only after I told her we were going
to die out there if we didn't find a place soon, she hesitantly obliged.

Getting inside was much easier than I expected it to be. I covered me and my mother with the insides of a dead one and we snuck inside, clearing a cellblock and making it our own.

My hand tightened around my machete handle as a walker made its way in my direction. Adrenaline started pumping its way through my veins and my heart, which I had tried very hard to slow down, started pacing again. The urge to take it down was very hard
to resist, but I waited until I was sure it would see me as its next meal. Fortunate for me, it stumbled past me, completely oblivious of my existence as it was drawn towards the noise of the other walkers.

As I continued my slow movement throughout the halls, the number of walkers was starting to decrease. Leaving me with more room to move and giving me a chance to pick up my pace.

It felt like ages before I finally came across a white double door. There was only one corpse staggering around it, also walking towards the large group further down. I knocked on the door, getting the attention of the walker.

It let out a choking groan as it made its way towards me. His arms were outstretched and reaching out.I let the walker get closer to me, a little bit impatient at its slow pace.

When it was about to touch me I ducked under it's arms, away from the front of the body. I wasted no time as I swung my machete and let it impale the walker's skull.

A crunch could be heard in the quiet hall as the blade made contact with the rotting bone. The body collapsed before me while I pulled the machete out again. I watched the now officially dead walker in satisfaction, even grinning a bit at it.

I turned my body towards the white doors that, hopefully, led to the infirmary. I had been looking for that room ever since we first got here. At first, the amount of walkers were a bit of a hindrance, but those supplies could not be missed. I needed
to be prepared for any situation.

I knocked on the doors again, waiting for any sign that would tell me if there was something undead in the room. After about 5 minutes of complete silence I decided to take my chance and slowly opened the door, just a nudge. When I had come to the conclusion
that there was nothing freely roaming around in there, I pushed the door open and observed the room.

This was definitely the infirmary. There were hospital beds pushed against the walls that were closest to the windows, probably a result of people trying to climb out of here. Equipment could be seen on trays and the counter.

The walls that presumably used to be white, were now splattered with blood. When I touched the fluid I came to the realisation that it was old, which made me let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't really looking forward to meeting other survivors in this
place.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something sitting in the corner, or rather someone. In one quick second I turned around, grabbing my gun from its holster and pointing it at the figure. Or figures, I corrected as I realised there were two people.

Two dead people. Stepping a bit closer, I saw that they used to be a nurse and presumably a prisoner. They were huddled together and the cause of death seemed to be a bullet to the brain. I grimaced at the sight, feeling a little bad for the two.

But a bullet to the brain meant that they had a gun, maybe even two. I grabbed the bag that lay next to the man, ripping it open and searching through it. There was a can of food, a knife and just like I expected; a gun. I opened the magazine to see that
there were three bullets left, which would be enough if I ran into a problem.

I thought I'd be best to bring the bag with me, considering it would be useful for any medication I would hopefully find.

I immediately went to work. Opening the cabinet's, searching through the equipment to see if there would be anything useful. I searched the man and woman in the corner for a while, holding my breath at the smell coming from them, but they didn't have
anything useful on them.

I wasn't a medical expert so every bottle that I found was shoved inside my bag. I'd ask my mom about them later, she'd know what to do with them. She used to be midwife and was studying to become a doctor, before everything happened.

After I had raided every counter and cabinet possible, I thought it was best to leave. My bag felt heavy with all the newfound supplies as I stepped out the room.

The walker I had taken care of earlier came in handy as I cut it open and used its inside's for a new layer of the sickening stench on my clothes and body. There was nothing wrong with being extra careful, especially in a world like this.

The walk back was uneventful. The corpses were being corpses and they didn't notice the living body amongst them as I moved slowly but thoroughly through the gathering of bodies.

I reached the cellblock within 20 minutes, quicker than my way towards the infirmary. The rattling of the keys as I opened the door towards the cellblock must have alerted my mom, because within second she was next to me.

''Hi Aubrey, sweetie, are you okay? Did everything go alright?'' Her voice full of concern reached me and I resisted the urge to sigh.

''Yes mom, I'm fine.'' I forced a smile at her, letting her know I was okay and that there were no incidents.

My mom wasn't too fond of my trips outside the cellblock. She despised them to be exact. Even though both of us knew they were necessary, she would always try to talk me out of it. I knew she was only looking out for me, making sure I was safe and sound
within the cellblock, but still.

My mother didn't exactly know how to fit into this new world. She didn't have the slightest clue on how to make a fire, or how to secure a place. She was too afraid to hold a gun, let alone fire one. My mom was weak and she knew it, but she refused to
change. Even after everything that had happened.

''Did you find enough supplies?'' She asked. I knew what she wanted me to say, you could see the hope in her eyes as they stared at me.

''I have to go back tomorrow.'' I disappointed her. Her face fell, but she nodded, keeping silent. I gave her a curt nod back, trying not to let the guilt show.

The remaining time of the day had been mostly spent in silence. Both of us didn't have any clue as to what we could talk about and we also didn't have anything to say to each other. So my mom stayed in her cell, reading or cleaning up, while I made sure
everything was secure in the cellblock.

I had just checked the hallway right outside the cellblock when gunshots were heard. At first I thought they had come from inside, which made me worried about my mom, but after another round of fire I realised they were from outside the building. I had
locked the cell door behind me and rushed over to my mom, who was already panicking.

''What's going on?'' She asked as I appeared around the corner, gun out of my holster in case anything were to happen.

''I don't know,'' I answered truthfully, ''Stay in your cell.'' The face my mom made suggested she didn't like the fact I was ordering her around, or perhaps she just didn't like the order.

''What if they need help? We have medicine, we could help.'' She was almost begging me at this point. It was in her nature to help everyone that needed it. That probably came with the job when you were a doctor or midwife.

''We need to take care of ourselves.'' I told her, ''I have to think about you first, I can't put you in any danger.'' I said, showing a little bit of concern. My mother pressed her lips together for a moment, thinking about it. I knew that she knew I
was right, she would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed.

''I'm sorry,'' I said meaningless, placing a hand on her shoulder. The gesture felt weird and uncomfortable, not expressive like I had wanted it to. So my hand lingered there for only a second before it returned around the gun.

''Aubrey, you can't push everyone away. You have to give someone a chance.'' I clenched my jaw at her words, not wanting to hear it. I took a sharp breath in through my nose and looked at her.

''This isn't about me.'' I said indignantly. I was trying to come up with a way to change the subject, but nothing popped into my head.

''Sweetie please, you honestly-''

''This isn't about me!'' I interrupted. The volume of my voice scared her and she winced visibly. I immediately backed off, shocked at the anger I had shown towards my mom. I cursed under my breath before turning around and walking away from the cells
and into, what used to be, the public room with tables and chairs.

I sank down on the ground and placed my head in my hands. I screwed up, again. It seemed like that was the only thing I was good at nowadays. Pissing people off, scaring my mother and continuing shutting everyone out.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair hastily. I decided not to think about it anymore, the damage was done and nothing could change that.

I readjusted my gun in my hands, making sure to point it at the door. It was the only entrance from outside. If someone was going to come in, It would be through that door.

As the day progressed, the sunlight slowly left, exchanging it with moonlight. Crying soundscould be heard from inside my mother's cell. I felt a slight pang in my heart, knowing I had caused it. But it wasn't anything unusual. My mom cried herself
to sleep almost every night. Her sobs broke my heart, knowing that it was always my fault. I had done this to her. To us,

The night was spent in silence as soon as my mom fell asleep. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Because sleeping was not an option.