This is something my sister and I came up with. It was something we had thought of before, but it was a similar plot with Rick as the main character. I can't stand Rick, so we decided on this.

A Little Bit Broken

"I don't ever wanna be here,
Like punching in a dream breathing life into the nightmare.

If it falls apart I would surely wake it,
Bright lights turn me clean,
This is worse than it seems."
- Punching in a Dream, The Naked and the Famous

"You lucid today?" The blonde stared back at the man before her with blank eyes, clouded over with pain and nothingness. "I'll take that as a no..." He mumbled. "Listen, I feel like I should talk, even though you can't understand. I'm sorry about what happened. I feel like, in some way, it's our department's fault. Shoulda' nailed that guy years ago..." He paused again. "Lori and Carl say hello, and they hope you get better. I don't know if I'll be able to visit again, but... Well, I'll try." Rick stood, looked sadly at his unresponsive friend and turned away, heading out the door.

"I wish you'd wake up," Glenn mumbled, staring at the floor. "I mean, I know you're awake now but... But you can't hear me. So I guess I'm talking to myself, in a way." He slipped off his hat, and squeezed it in his hands, nervously wringing it. "Amy's worried. Of course she is... Why wouldn't she be? And your dad is... Horrified. He doesn't want to lose you. It's bad enough about..." He looks up at the blonde sitting stationary in the chair by the window. She wasn't going to say anything to him. He knew that. He shouldn't have even started mentioned that subject. "Get better soon, okay?"

"Girl, why would you do this?" T-Dog asked, shaking his head. "I know ya been through a lot, but you need to open your eyes. You've been my best friend since middle school. You can get through this." He watched as she stood staring out the window. She was picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of her long sleeved white shirt. She seemed to be mumbling under her breath, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. "When you wake up from whatever this is, you're gonna get an earful from me. You hear that? 'M sure the other's don't like this much either. I know for a fact your dream guy hates this. He hasn't said a good word since you got admitted here." The african american sighed. "This ain't like you. Your little girl wouldn't want this." He stood up, mumbled a goodbye and left.

"Oh, sweetie... Can you here me? It's Dad." The old man tried to capture his daughter's attention, but it was to no avail. "You've got to recognize me, I'm your father..." He was an emotional man. Tears already started to slip down his face. "I don't want my little girl like this... You're strong, you can push through!" The blonde's face remained emotionless. "I know you lost her, but please. Please, don't make me lose you."

"Andrea?" Amy tested. "Andrea, c'mon... Wake up! I know how bad it is to wake up and find out someone you loved is gone. I remember when Mom died. How we all cried for days after that. Hell, even months." The younger sister took the older one's hand from the spot besides her. They both sat on the edge of the crisp white bed. "Andrea... We're all worried about you. We want you back. If you die because of this, you'll leave me, dad and your husband behind. That would destroy us. Losing two so close together?" Amy dropped her sister's hand and wrapped two arms around her. "I love you, okay? Get better, or else."

Silence penetrated through the room. Daryl sat in the visitor's chair, looking at Andrea. She was standing by the nightstand, staring down at nothing. He took a deep breath. "Darlin'... It ain't your fault, y'know that?" He told her, voice strained. "We all did our best t' find her. And at least now we know she ain't hurtin' no more. Our little girl is up in heaven, looking down on us. She's up there with her grandmas, being taken care of." His voice turned dark after that. "And that bastard is gonna fry. He's guilty and they're gonna put him on death row. Fucking asshole is gonna burn in hell." He sighed and shook his head. "I wish I coulda killed him myself. Sent him into the woods and track him down. Hunt him like the fucker he is." He softened, looking at Andrea who still stood silent. "I'm gonna bring you a picture of her. Of all of us. That one Dale, your dad, took last summer. From the beach."

She suddenly looked up, though not at him, but out the window. "She likes mermaids..." she mumbled.

Daryl was taken aback by the sentence. He stood and moved to her. Placing a hand on the side of her face, he made her look up at him. "Were you talkin' t' me?" he asked in a trembling voice. Her eyes were clouded, unseeing. She didn't take note of his presence, nor his words. " 'Course ya weren't..." He wrapped her in a hug that she didn't respond to. "I'mma come back soon, babe. As often as they let me. Love you."

He let go of her and left her room, closing the door slowly, long enough to read the paper on the door.

Room #: R-13
Patient ID#: 00119
Name: Andrea Dixon
Ailment: Emotional Trauma leading to possible insanity; currently catatonic
Treatment: Three doses of pill Anxenoad(AN-z-nō-ad)
Treatment success rate: N/T

Andrea sat up and stretched. One hand hit the roof of her tent, the other went into the air above Amy. Her younger sister was still sleeping, which was understandable since the sun had only just rose. She smiled and snuck out of the tent, quietly zipping it closed. She saw Daryl sitting next to the campfire, poking at it. He glanced up and saw her, giving her a curt nod. She gave him a small one in return before heading over to the RV. She was barely aquianted with Daryl, though she respected him. Her issue was found with his older brother, a big brute of a man named Merle. He was crass and sexist. Not someone she wanted to hang around.

She opened the back storage of the RV, searching through. She had seen a tackle box inside the vehicle it's self and wondered if there were fishing poles to go with it. Her victory was secured when she followed a tangled mess of fishing line to it's source. "Crap," she muttered as a stray hook caught on the back of her thumb. She quickly put her mouth to it to stop some of the blood then resumed digging out the fishing pole. She was only half way done when Glenn appeared from his tent. He saw her struggling, so he approached.

"Hey, Andrea. Want some help?"

"Sure," she replied happily.

"You sound like you're in a good mood today," he mentioned as he pushed back a few small boards so she could convince the fishing pole from it's spot. She managed to pull it out and spot a second farther back.

"I guess. Not sure why though," she replied, chipper. She placed the first fishing pole down, leaning it against the RV before reaching for the second. "Move that bucket there, would you?"

"Sure." He pulled the bucket away, finding it filled with various smalled items. The second pole came away free in her hand. "Thanks."

"No problem."

The camp had woken up considerably. She saw Jaqui cooking something by the fire, Carl poking at some bug he found and Lori berating him for it. She saw Shane talking to some of the men. The conversation looked a bit heated, so she turned away. "Listen, everybody!" Shane called out, making it pointless for her to go back to the fishing poles. "I need y'all to gather around." The adults listened, forming a circle around him. She pushed the fishing poles back into the RV's trunk and migrated to the circle, where Amy joined her. "We need some volunteers t' make a trip into Atlanta for supplies!" the dark haired man announced.

"I'll be back, okay?" She whispered to her sister.

"But why do you have to go?" Amy asked, half angry. "There are plenty of others. Some of them don't even have family! Let them put themselves in danger."

Andrea sighed. "I'll be fine. If anything happens while I'm gone, stay with Dale."

"Fine..." the younger blonde mumbled. "You've got Dad's gun, right?"

"Always." Andrea leaned foreward and placed a kiss on her sister's forehead. "We'll be back late today or early tomorrow. I love you. Good bye."

"Be careful..."

Andrea went to climb into the truck, but paused when she saw Dale. "Take care of Amy for me, okay? I don't want her hurt."

"I'll care for her like she was my daughter."

Andrea nodded thankfully and climbed into the back seat of the ford. They squeezed more than they should've into the thing, T-Dog, Glenn, Jacqui, Merle(Really? Andrea thought. He had to come?), as well as a man of mexican descent that she hadn't been fully introduced to yet. She was nearly forced into sitting besides the sexist and disgusting man that was Merle, but she grabbed Glenn's arm and pulled him into the seat besides hers. He muttered some exclamation of surprise, but she quickly hissed the reason and he nodded, understanding. Many advances, very unwanted advances, had been made by Merle towards Andrea. God, how she wanted to kill the bastard. She had sneered at him the first time, walking away from him. The second time he had been more than a little drunk, and she had been saved by Daryl showing up and dragging the unwanted man away, swearing all the while.

TBC...

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