Ken, honey get up.

Kenny don't keep the boys waiting…..

Ken, what's wrong?

Ken, keep your eyes on the road, there will be time for fishing later...

Ken please you can't do this right now.

Ken….

What you're saying…is foolish.

I love you Kenneth…..

BANG!

Kenny's eyes flew open and he sprang up from the bed, yelling and screaming as he did most nights. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. It had been nearly a week since his wife, Katjaa passed away. Every night he would have the same dream and wake up to the same room. The exact same horrifying dream….. The dream was simple, his life. From the moment he laid eyes on his beautiful wife, to the second she died. He watched her every night… every night he watched his wife, eyes glazed over with tears. He watches her raise the gun to her head, he watched himself…. what a coward he was. He knew he could've done something, anything to stop her form pulling the trigger. Every night he watched the light leave her eyes and wondered, just wondered if he could've done anything to save her.

"Damn it!" He thought aloud.

"I do this every night!"

He looked around the room. He wasn't alone, yet he felt as if the others were listening to his thoughts. As I they knew his dreams and what he had been seeing and what he had been feeling. He saw his best friend, Lee Everett lying next to his little girl Clementine. She wasn't really his, I mean they had been together for almost a year now and have been through more shit in the last month then Kenny had been in his entire life, but she's not his. Her parents left for to go on a trip in Savannah a few days before all…this happened. Luckily, his group had found their way to Savannah by chance after fleeing from their home. After a few days on the road, the group cracked. They lost their leader and met 3 new people. He lost his wife and their only kid Duck. Found a train….lost the train. They lost more than half the group in the last 3 month. He lost everything….

"Stop it Kenneth..." he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his eyes and attempted to stretch out the kinks in his back. It didn't work. His mind constantly lingered back to the fact that he was in this world alone. He knew he wasn't really alone…but his mind told himself so.

He looked to the right of Lee and Clem (as the group called her now) and saw that couple…uh what was their names? Christa and Omid. He really hadn't gotten to know them that well since the accident yesterday but then again, he saved their lives and Christa saved his once or twice. Omid gave a rather loud snore and Christa shot up staring straight at her sleeping boyfriend. Kenny jumped straight up, hitting his head on the attic ceiling. He let out a yelp and Christa did the same. Christa now looked at Kenny, her brown eyes full of fear. She jumped up, hitting her head too. Kenny took a step back, scared by Christa's sudden jolt of energy. She stood there staring at him. Kenny didn't want to say anything…. He didn't know what was going on. He took a step forward and Christa's body slowly relaxed and she sat back on the floor next to her snoring boyfriend.

"Oh god….. Kenny I thought you were a fucking walker. Why are you up so early?"

Kenny gave a weak smile but remained standing. He couldn't calm down as easy as her.

"I couldn't…. couldn't sleep." He said quietly, trying not to wake anybody else up and make more conversation. The last thing he needed was everybody worrying about him and prying into his business. He didn't want to talk right now… Christa noticed his silence and let out a small huff. Then, her face drooped and she gave a sympathetic smile.

"Look, I'm sorry ok. I know you're dealing with some hard times….. I just, I just want to thank you. For everything. I know you just met us but thank you."

She looked at him for a minute. Kenny watched her eyes peer into his. It was almost like she as looking for something…like she wanted him to open up to her and tell her his troubles.

"Thanks-"he said turning away from her troubling gaze. "Now get some sleep."

He stared at the wall, hearing the sound of Christa adjusting herself back under the covers and soon falling back into a deep sleep. Kenny sat back on his bed (floor) and removed his hat. His hair flung down nearly covering his entire head. He knew he was due for a haircut, but he wasn't exactly going to walk down to the local barber. He looked at his hat. It was yellow orange with a long white stripe in the middle. Splotches of dirt and blood were scattered all over creating an almost brown color over the entire hat.

Damn. He thought.

When was the last time I took this off?

Then he remembered. He remembered the look in his wife's eyes the day they met. He remembered the day the married…the day his son, Duck was born. The day this all happened. The day people started coming back from the dead, and killing the living. They day they killed his son, they day his wife…

He was interrupted by a loud noise coming from downstairs and he stood up. He jumped up again, swearing to himself as his head knocked up against the ceiling again. He looked around the attic room but saw only the four sleeping figures. The house went quiet. He felt a small breeze and looked at the attic door. His mouth dropped open as a feel of discomfort washed over him. The door to the attic was open…..how did he not see that? The walkers still couldn't get in but he didn't like feeling vulnerable. He walked over to the door and looked down into the hallway.

Nothing…..?

The noise happened again, this time a small grunt was heard followed by a loud crash. Kenny took a jittery step back and tripped over an empty water bottle. He hit the ground and scrambled to get back up. Once on his feet, Kenny looked to the others who were passed out in there respected areas. He half expected Christa to pop up again and try to help out in "any way she can".

Another groan and the sound of footsteps. Kenny put his stained hat back on his head. He took a step towards the attic hole, looking down into the hallway. It was dark…. He could barely see anything except a small end table with a lavender flower vase in it. The flowers had wilted but it was still a beautiful view. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening, this time much quieter then the groan and footsteps echoed down the hall.

Damn it….. another walker must have got in through that dang back door again. Damn it Lee! I told him to block that yesterday. Probably too busy running around with his head in his ass.

Another noise, this one louder than before. He looked around for his gun, or his rifle or something. It wasn't in the immediate area and he wasn't going to go searching around with everyone in the room. That would just cause a panic. Having no other options he checked for anyone else's. Luckily Christa wasn't so happy with the whole sleep with a gun idea, so Kenny took it upon himself to grab it from the nearby shelf under the sleeping couple. He checked for ammo, a feeling of relief washed over him as he saw there were two bullets left in the pistol.

Not much…. He thought to himself.

If it gets too bad I could just run back up and shut the attic door…and we can deal with it or them in the morning.

The gun felt uncomfortable in his hands, but he tightened his grip and made his way to the already opened attic entrance. A cold breeze washed over him and he looked back to the sleeping group. He could just wake someone up…. or he could just do it himself and get it over with.

[Wake Someone Up]

[Go By Himself]