Heya!

After six months the sequel is finally here! When 'Together Alone' ended I'd gotten many messages asking for one, but I had many other projects I was working on at the time, but now one of my other fanfics has ended so there's more room in my schedule to continue writing this cheezy story. With the ideas for storylines and such, this story now has a length of 12 chapters. Unless it gets well-received, then I might consider continuing to 25 chapters. Let's just see how it goes :)

(Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead)

Enjoy! ;)

Prologue

Everything was just a blur. As if someone decided to throw random paint into my eyes and prevent me from wiping it away. Every single day since I left the prison was the same. I could barely remember the faces of the people who lived there. All I knew is that they were killers. I was one too. And I had yet to accept that.

Yet the loneliness decided to take over my mind. Every day was a routine of killing a walker, scavenging some from an awfully convenient placed building with canned food inside, and making sure the people who it belonged to didn't see me. I decided not to meet any new people, because….well, I'm a killer.

I kept myself hidden in the shadows of the trees, barely ever going on the road. When the days started getting shorter and the nights colder, I went around stealing clothes of corpses. They smelled like hell, but were also a good defence against walkers. If you smelled like them, you were them. Sometimes, I did feel like I was one of them. Just an empty brain inside a skull.

There was one particular day where the life returned to my brain. It started like any other day. I woke up in the mud, checked if I still had all my stuff and went looking for food. Then I stumbled upon this small lake. I hadn't seen it the night before, and it almost seemed like it popped up out of nowhere during the time I'd closed my eyes.

When I got closer, I could see the water stood still, meaning it was full of bacteria. I'd get really sick if I drank from it, so of course I didn't do that. The thing that got my attention where the eyes looking at me from the waters.

Light eyes, surrounded by dark circles. Just under the left eye I could see tiny scar, I don't remember where I got that. My hair was literally everywhere and was decorated with tiny branches and dried out leafs. It wouldn't surprise me if a bird hid in there somewhere. Long story short; I was a mess. I couldn't remember the last time I'd looked at my own reflection.

I squatted down at the bank, taking a closer look at the girl staring back at me. The face of a killer. The last thing that poor woman saw before I shoot her. The face of evil, I'd almost say. The face of someone who just can't accept that.

I sat down in the mud, leaning with my elbows on my knees. Why I allowed myself to live after having done something like that, I didn't know. There was no point, really. People wouldn't accept someone like me into their group. Only a group of killers would.

I closed my eyes, and groaned. Through my eyelashes I could see my reflection doing the same. She already knew how stupid I was.

I stood up, wondering if he would recognize me.