I woke up in darkness this time. I was completely sure that it had been a dream. A freaky dream where I was in The Walking Dead and surrounded by some of my favorite characters. I took a deep breath and reached for the bedside table lamp. It was probably Monday by now. I still hadn't started that paper for English and at this point it probably wasn't getting done.

I found the lamp and switched in on. The yellow light showered the ugly floral blanket and lace curtains and I groaned. It wasn't a dream. But if it wasn't a dream, how could I be here? This is impossible. People didn't just fall asleep on their couches one night and wake up in their favorite TV show! But I had. So it obviously wasn't impossible.

The door opened and light from the hallway filtered in. I looked up and saw a girl about my age with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail carrying a tray with food on it.

"Good, you're up." She said kindly. "You've been out for gosh knows how long. My daddy asked me to bring you some food for when you wake up." She set the tray down on the table and sat down on the edge of the bed. "My name's Beth, by the way."

Beth, right, I didn't see her much in that episode last night so I didn't catch her name. Was it last night? This whole "fall asleep in one world and wake up in another" thing really messed me up.

"Mel." I croaked. I reached out and took the glass of water. It was cool and soothed my dry throat and mouth.

"Is that short for somethin'?" Beth asked.

I took one half of the sandwich on the plate and bit into it, then I proceeded to remove the tomatoes.

"Yeah, it's short for something, but I don't go by that name much." I replied. I was strangely calm talking to Beth. She wasn't supposed to be real. She was a fictional character in a TV show. Maybe the shock hadn't really caught up to me yet. I hope I find a way home before I see a Walker or I'll really freak out, I thought to myself.

"Oh." Beth said. "Is your full name really that bad?"

"It's not bad." I replied. "I just don't like it much. It's the name for and eighty-year-old woman, not a seventeen-year-old girl."

Beth laughed, "Oh, okay. So you're seventeen? I'm sixteen." We sat together in silence for a while as I ate my sandwich.

Once I was done, Beth turned to me and said, "Can you walk now? If you stand up, you're not gonna pass out again, are you?"'

"There's only one way to find out." I replied. Beth stood up and took the tray off the table. I got up and stood for a couple of minutes, just making sure I didn't black out.

"Good." Beth said. "Now you can come downstairs with me."

"What?!" I exclaimed. If the rest of the group is out there... I'm so not ready for that.

"Oh c'mon." Beth said, smiling. "It'll be okay, Shane and my daddy just wanna talk to you." Beth turned and walked into the hallway. I followed, but my legs felt like they were in cased in cement.

We walked down the stairs and into the living room. Everyone was there, even Daryl. They were all crowed in and watching me.

"You know," Shane said, looking at the tray Beth was holding, "we really can't afford to be picky these days."

I glanced over and saw the pile of tomatoes and replied with, "But tomatoes are evil. The most evilest fruits in the whole world." Beth laughed.

"It's okay," She said, "I'll eat 'em." Then she left and walked into the kitchen.

"Why don't you sit down there..." Rick started.

"Mel." I supplied.

"Mel." He smiled briefly but it didn't touch his eyes. "We need to go over a few things, okay?"

"Okay." I mumbled. I sat down in an arm chair and waited.

"Okay." Shane started. "First things first, we know your name, but not how you got here. How'd you end up on Hershel's land?"

"Uh..." I started. That was a really tough question. I couldn't say "I fell asleep on my couch last night after watching a TV show with you guys in it and then I woke up and I was here" now could I? No, no I couldn't, but what choice did I have?

"Come on." Dale said. "No one here is going to hurt you." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Shane shoot a glance at Dale then look back at me. It was quick and I doubt anyone else saw it, but I saw it. And I didn't like it.

"Okay." I said, taking a deep breath. "Well I..." I looked around the room and my eyes locked on Carol. The poor woman. "Uh... okay well I fell asleep last night after watching a TV show called The Walking Dead and I woke up here. And that is the gospel truth. Before you say anything, I just want you to know that all I know is that last night this-" I gestured generally around me "-was a TV show and now today it's my life." I took in another deep breath and looked around the room again.

"How about, I don't believe you." Shane said. "Now Imma ask you one more time, how'd you get here? Do you have people who'll be lookin' for you?"

"Shane." Lori said. "The poor girl hit her head this morning. She may not have... adjusted... as well as the rest of us and after hitting her head she thought it was all a dream... or rather a TV show. It's probably a coping mechanism. Isn't that right, sweetie?" she turned to look at me.

"No." I said flatly. "I fell asleep on my couch last night after watching season two episode two of The Walking Dead." I looked around the room and again and realized just how many times I've done that. I couldn't help it. Barely 24 hours ago they were just pictures on a TV screen and now they were walking, talking, living people right in front of me.

"And what happened in this episode?" Hershel asked, he had been the man that asked who I was earlier today.

"Well Otis told Rick and Shane where you're farm house is so you could save Carl because Otis accidentally shot him. You couldn't save Carl yet because you didn't have the right equipment so Otis and Shane went on a run to get it and-" I glanced at Shane "-Otis died, but Shane brought the stuff back and you saved Carl and he's going to be fine. And Patricia stitched up T-Dog's arm because he got cut bad and it got infected. And Daryl and Andrea took a quick trip through the woods to try and find Sophia. That's what happened." I looked Shane right in the eye, daring him to challenge what I had just said. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that he knew that I knew that he had killed Otis. I could also tell that, at this moment, he wasn't above killing me, too.

Everyone else just looked skeptical.