Chapter 1

Carol came to awareness slowly. She stayed still, trying to listen for any sounds that would tell her where she was. She could hear the muted sounds of people moving around and talking but they were far enough away that she couldn't make out what they were saying or who they were. She cracked her eyes open and looked around her. She was in a large, bright room. A hospital room.

Carol closed her eyes again and tried to take an inventory of her body to see just how badly she was hurt. Amazingly, she felt no pain at all. They must have given her some really good pain medicine – she wasn't even sore. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and started to sit up. Looking down at herself, she saw that she had been re-dressed in a set of blue hospital scrubs.

She flipped back the blanket covering her and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Carol sat there for a moment trying to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was running with Daryl and Noah after seeing one of the Grady vehicles cruising around the building. Carefully, Carol stood up and walked to the window, the tiles cold on her bare feet. The view of the ruined city was breathtaking.

Turning away from the window, she went to the mirror, curious to see how bad she looked. She had been pretty banged up after falling from the bridge in the van. When Carol got a look at herself in the mirror she gasped in shock. There wasn't a mark on her. No bruises. No scratches. Nothing. What the hell? How long had she been unconscious? Leaning forward to look closer into the mirror she noticed something on the bed behind her and whirled around.

The shock Carol had felt at seeing her unmarked body in the mirror paled in comparison to astonishment of seeing herself still lying on the hospital bed.

A/N: I'm not sure if I will continue this or not. Let me know what you think! I may have some ideas for future chapters.