One year and six months later Clarissa Waters sat in a cell, pictures of her family on the top of the bunk. Daryl Dixon had found her, scared, cold weak, trembling in snow, in minus 40 weather. (Celsius) Now she lived in the prison. She was 14 now. Her birthday was one week ago. She looked at the gun on her bed. The same one she used to kill Selene, same one she used to shoot hundreds of walkers, the same one she almost killed herself with.

The next day she was sitting on the bench outside of the prison. A canvas and pencil in hand. Carl grimes sat down next to her, and she closed her book. "Can I see?" He asked, and she looked down. "Its stupid." Claire said and opened the book to the picture she was drawing. It was Selene with flowers in her hair. "Whos that?" Carl asked, and when she closed her eyes he understood.

"She told me to kill her. 'Kill me Claire' she gave me the bracelet." She explained, her eyes filled with tears. "You did what needed to be done" he said, looking down. "But it didn't feel right." She said, and cried. Carl Grimes didn't say anything. He just held her hand.