Some people think surviving the end of the world is easy. Everything reverted to simpler times, if you want to eat you hunt, if you need shelter you take it. But Carol knew different. She knew not to look in their faces before you put them down. If you look in the faces you remember they once had lives, they were moms, dads, sisters, brothers…friends. It took her a good two months to learn that. She cried for a week after her first kill. She thought the "lady" looked sad in the end. She wondered who was mourning for her, if anyone at all. Carol did, she mourned for the thing that was once a person. It was different now. She didn't look in the faces and she didn't think about what they once were at all anymore. She could kill and not even think about it. It was all just part of a daily routine now.

For Daryl killing them was always easy. It sometimes scared him how easy it was, this was about as close to killing an actual person you could get. He had never had a moments worry over any of them. Well any of them except Merle. Daryl prided himself on being able to turn the emotions off completely, its what made him an excellent hunter and killer, but this was his brother. Yes, Merle was the only one that had ever bothered him. He didn't sleep for three days after that, and then he shut the emotions off again. You couldn't have emotions in this world and survive anymore, not that he allowed himself to have many before the world went to shit.

Everyone changed at the end of the world. Everyone had their own way to get though. Some people clung to each other like Maggie and Glenn, some clung to ghost from their past like Rick, and some just turned off the emotions like Daryl and Carol. Everyone got though in their own way. Sometimes Daryl wondered which way was the best. He sure as hell didn't want his ghosts coming back. He might could handle Merle but not the others. It was best to leave them buried. He had wondered about clinging to someone of his own. Truth be told he had even liked the idea of it. There was only one person that would do for that, only one that was like him.

He watched her walking towards the prison home they all shared. He liked watching her. It was as close as he got to letting his emotions come back. He watched as she effortlessly turned toward the fence where one of the dead followed her licking and clawing at the metal trying to reach her, and casually rammed a knife in the eye of the thing. He watched her remove the knife and wipe the blade on the bottom of her pale pink shirt. He noticed a slight smile on her lips as she did. Yes, he liked watching Carol. It was as close as he was going to get to what Maggie and Glen had and it was all his. He turned to go back inside before Carol looked back up feeling satisfied that he had enjoyed his daily dose of happiness.