Today, as I was doing paperwork after a run at the ambulance base, I started thinking about characters we've lost on The Walking Dead. I had this image in my mind of a statue of Daryl Dixon being erected in the new civilization if they found the cure for the Walker disease and Daryl died before it was fixed (weird, I know, my mind wanders when I'm doing boring stuff). And so I thought, instead of a statue, a book! Books last forever and someone needs to record the events of the group for the future...

So this fic was born. Take a look and see what you think :)

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My name is Carl Grimes and I am a current survivor of the end of our world as we knew it. History was never my greatest subject in school but I realize now how important it is. People who made history and the people who recorded it for the future are equally important, but someone has to step up and be the one to document the current events...so that is why I'm writing this book now, so that whoever is reading this now will know what we went through, know the struggle, but most of all, know the people we lost so that they will live on forever in these pages.

AMY

I was very young when Amy died and I only remember her from the times she kept Sophia and I entertained during our time we camped out in the rock quarry outside Atlanta, but I DO remember that she was absolutely beautiful. The "apocalypse" had just started and we were all new to the dangers and horrors of the dead who had risen up and started devouring the living. Amy was a sister, and a very good sister as I remember, to a woman named Andrea and the two of them were devoted to one another completely. I remember Amy and Andrea laughing, I remember them crying too, but I mostly remember their fierce loyalty.

Andrea went on a run for supplies into Atlanta with a few others from the quarry and they were late; Amy was pacing the camp near the speaker of the radio as she waited for them to check in with an update and tell us all why they weren't back yet. The radio crackled to life and Amy was kneeling next to it in a flash. There was a garbled mention of being surrounded in an apartment store and then the static cut out the rest...

Amy and my mom insisted on mounting a rescue to get them back but Shane insisted it was too dangerous, assuring everyone that the runners would wait it out and come back when it had calmed down. I was convinced, back then I thought Shane knew everything. Amy was not convinced and she continued to stare down the road, waiting for them to return, for hours.

Andrea did return and my dad, who had been missing since the outbreak, was with her. For a few days, everything was perfect.

Amy loved to fish and so did her sister, so they both went out in the water filled quarry to see if they could catch anything and they certainly did, happily telling everyone we would be having fish for dinner. So the night found us all sitting around the campfire, eating the best meal we'd had in days and listening to Dale talk about the concept of time and reciting lines from a book or poem. Amy told Dale, "You're so weird." and excused herself to go to the restroom claiming it was impossible to be discreet anymore.

And the next time I saw Amy, a Walker had her by the arm, his teeth buried in her forearm. I still remember the terrified and painful screams that were Amy's, the horrified and disbelieving shrieks that were Andrea's...and the blood. It was the first time I'd ever seen anyone get bitten and I was too shocked to look away. The Walker moved from her arm and bit her between her neck and shoulder, tearing a chunk out of her that was visible even from where we all sat by the fire, shocked and unable to react fast enough to save her.

I didn't see Amy die; my mom swept me into her and held me so tight I couldn't breathe, let alone see, but I saw her come back to life. Amy's beautiful blue eyes were blank, empty and she gurgled and wheezed as her brain stem kick started her basic physical functions. She reached for Andrea who was kneeling beside her as she had all night and it almost seemed as if she recognized her for a moment...but then we all saw that Amy's corpse was reaching for Andrea's neck, drawn to the pulse point behind her ear like a tiger to a deer. Andrea put Amy down for the final time and I will always remember that moment and I would all too soon be feeling the same loss as Andrea was now.

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Ok so there's the start. Each chapter will be about a character we lost through Carl's eyes. What do you all think so far?