It was the screams the woke her that morning. The screams from the people being eaten. The screams of people watching loved ones being eaten. They were blood curdling- absolutely chilling to the bone.

Emily jumped from her small bed, grabbing her knife and pistol from her nightstand. She quietly pushed the sheet covering her door to the side, peeking her head out. She jumped in shock when she came face-to-face with a walker, quickly swinging her knife into it's eye, blood splattering across her face. She silently removed her knife from the corpse, rushing down the catwalk to kill another one.

All of the sudden a long, drawn out screamed pierced the air, making Emily shiver. She turned to see a young man being bitten into, his father watching in complete shock. Emily stood for a moment, waiting to see if the father would do anything before rushing towards them, killing the walker.

"What the fuck! Are you just going to let your son be eaten and do nothing about it?!" She yelled, pushing the guy back so she could end the boy's misery. She smiled softly at him, bending down to his level.

"It's all going to be okay now. I promise," Emily told him softly, pushing some of his hair back. Before he had time to suffer more, she quickly inserted her knife into the base of his skull, moving him so he couldn't get eaten.

After what seemed like forever, they had taken care of the walkers, saving who they could. Emily walked silently behind Rick, helping the group search for stray walkers that hadn't been killed in all the chaos.

Before Emily knew what was happening, a reanimated Patrick leaped out at Glenn, blood dripping from his mouth. Daryl quickly fired his crossbow, effectively ridding the world of the creature.

"Let's take a look around, see who we lost," Rick said, nodding at the group that was helping him. They all nodded once in agreement, spreading out to remove the bodies from the cells.

"No bites, no wounds. I think it just died," Rick said, looking down at Charlie.

"We need to figure out what caused this. Take care of it," Hershel said, shaking his head lightly. After what seemed like forever, the group deduced that it was the pigs that had spread the virus, and they needed to get rid of them.

"I need to go tell Carl. Get him to stay away from the people from this cell block," Rick said, frowning specifically at Emily. "We need to have a council meeting, figure out what to do with those who are infected."

Emily was told to stay put in her cell and wait until they could figure out what was to happen next. She curled into a ball on her cot, coughing quietly. She covered her mouth to muffle it, not wanting them to lock her up just yet. It could be just allergies. They didn't know. She soon fell asleep, exhaustion hitting her. The night was silent.

That morning when she woke up Karen and David were dead, and the group had a potential killer on their hands.

Word Count: 565

(N/A Yeah, its short but I haven't written in forever and I'm still getting warmed up. They'll get longer. The chapters will be named after the episodes, and the blank ones are still the episode before.)