For the words in the fancy brackets, think of it as a singsong Gollum, I couldn't find a way to incorporate that.

Andrea didn't understand. Nothing was making sense. She could see Amy lying in a bloody pool on the ground, and she could feel her heartbeat stop, and she could hear her breath cease, but how was Amy dead?

{yep, yep, yep, she's gone, she is DEAD, kicked the motherfucking bucket}

It didn't make any sense.

Her little sister wasn't there anymore. How the hell did that happen?

{walkers got her walkers got her}

Oh, God, she thought. Oh, God.

She didn't understand. Nothing made sense. What was going on?

"I'm going to pee. Geez, you try to be discreet around here."

Amy. Andrea didn't realize she wasn't speaking. Her mouth wasn't really working. Amy. Oh, God, Amy, you can't be gone. You're not gone. You're not supposed to die. You're supposed to live until this is all straightened out.

Everything seemed to blur. She thought Rick may have come over once, but she wasn't sure. He had gone by the time her mind had caught up to her senses.

Andrea didn't realize how much time had passed until Amy was stiff in her arms.

{rigor mortis, rigor mortis, rigor mortis}

Amy? Andrea's voice still refused to work. Amy? You're not dead. Come back to me, Amy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

She didn't really know what she was apologizing for.

{yes you do, you were a bad sister, bad sister, wrapped up in your life, it took a fucking apocalypse to get you to spend time with your sister, bad, bad, bad sister, bad andrea}

Shut up! she screamed, huddling over Amy. Shut up.

Andrea sat over Amy, battling a singsonging voice in her mind that she didn't realize was herself.

It seemed that she could see Amy better. Andrea thought the sun was probably rising, but she didn't bother to check. In the bloodred light of sunrise, Andrea felt a distinct shift inside of her. She went from confused grief to grieving fury.

AMY! she sobbed. Why did you have to go? Why did you leave me? Amy, we promised we would stay together. Why did you leave me in this terrible place, Amy?

{selfish little bitch, that's what you are}

No, no, she left me, she's gone, she doesn't want to come back-

{but there she is}

Andrea looked down, and sure enough, Amy was moving again.

"Oh," she said under her breath.

Amy reached up slowly.

"I'm sorry for not ever being there," Andrea said softly.

Amy began to lift her head.

"I'm here now," Andrea whispered. "I love you."

Amy leaned toward her, and for a second Andrea thought she would open her mouth and say, "I love you, too." But she didn't. She opened her mouth, and a wave of hot, disgusting breath hit Andrea's face. She didn't flinch away, though. Andrea had flinched away enough.

Amy growled, trying to bite Andrea, and Andrea held her back for a minute. The voice was silent.

You know, thought Andrea, it might not be so bad. She let go of Amy's head and was hit with a startling realization.

I don't want to die.

She took the gun out of her belt and shot Amy.

Andrea cried. Her world had tilted to the side, shaking out the important parts like a cartoon.

If the important parts are gone, I should've let her eat my fucking face.

{selfish little bitch, you were the lucky one}

Thoughts? That night has always fascinated me, and I was itching to write it from Andrea's perspective.