Disclaimer: I don't own the show or characters I'm just having fun with them.

POV's as written up to Attack: Andrea, Dale, Amy, Glenn, Merle, Jim, Andrea.

Warnings: This chapter has racism, mentions of abuse, violence and explicit language, blood and gore, you have been warned.

M.S for Episode 4

More for Dad

A few hours after the guys had left we knew that dinner would need to get cooking so we talked to Dale; he had a canoe named 'We-no-nah' and fishing gear both things Amy and I would need if we were to fish our dinner. It was something Dad taught us to do as kids, though I wasn't around most of Amy's life, being born so far apart does that. She'd gotten an umbrella to help shield her from the sun some as well. After about half an hour out on the boat sitting quietly waiting for the fish to bite, I looked at Amy then her fishing line with this look on my face, she noticed it.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." I told her.

"It's not nothing, it's always something."

I sighed. "Didn't dad teach you to tie nail knots?"

"Why would he do that? He only ever used a fisherman's knot." She looked at me and saw my confused expression. "One knot."

"No, he didn't. No, he tied at least three."

"Clinch knots? No way."

"Fine, I'm making it up." I relented with a wave of my hand before looking at my line. After a few seconds Amy reeling in just slightly I asked another question. "Did dad teach you mostly dry lures?"

"Yeah. You?"

That couldn't be right I thought. "Wet."

"You're kidding." She was now giving me a confused look. "But he was always so adamant. I mean you know dad on the fishing thing."

"Gee, you think? I only spent my entire childhood with my ass in a boat. But in my day it was all about getting the hook seated. We were fishing for the dinner table." I explained.

"Not us. We always threw them back, always."

"I guess he changed things up."

"But that'd be like changing his religion or something."

"People change. It's not his fault we were born twelve years apart."

"No." I looked at her waiting for her to continue. "No, because the minute you went off to college it was my ass in that boat and he taught me dry lures from day one. This was not behavior developed over time." She shook her head as she stated that last part.

A thought came to me as I started to smile and tears surfaced. "You think he did it for us?" I asked.

"Because he knew we were so different." There were tears in her voice. Then she laughed before going on. "He knew that you needed to catch the fish and I needed to throw them back."

I inhaled deeply trying to keep the tears at bay. "All right, remember his rule: no crying in the boat, it scares the fish." I told her.

It didn't stop us though as she sniffled before speaking. "Mom and dad—I mean, maybe Florida wasn't hit so bad. Maybe it's better there. Do you think?" I looked at her; she needed hope something to hold onto, to keep going.

I didn't say anything until there was a pull on her line. "I think you have a bite. Even with the wrong knots."

We rubbed the tears out of our eyes. "Oh God." She sighed. "So much for the no crying rule."

"I think that was more for dad than the fish." I told her. She nodded her head in agreement.


Jim?

I was on my R.V keeping watch, I saw the girls in my canoe with the binoculars they were safe. Then I turned and looked again. I saw Jim past some trees on one of the barren hills covered in weeds and grass, he was digging, it was odd. I got off my R.V and with my rifle on my back headed to Jim, see if I could find out what was wrong with him and why he was digging all of a sudden.

I saw these holes at least three and he was digging a fourth that I could see. "Jim? You okay?" I asked confused. "You keep this up, you're gonna keel over out here." I'd thought to grab my blue canteen, so I held it out as I said. "Drink some water at least." He looked at me that was it; then went back to digging. He didn't say anything, or do anything but dig. After several seconds I decided to leave him to it and go talk to Shane and the rest.


Food and Trouble

"Oh, baby will you look at that? Hey check it out." Morales laughed as he noticed me and Andrea back with dinner. Andrea handed the chain, with dozens of fish on it, to Morales. "Ladies because of you my children will eat tonight. Thank you." Lori clapped.

"Thank Dale. It's his canoe and gear." Andrea said.

"Mom look, look at all the fish." Carl said.

Morales playfully swung the fish at Lori, she backed away. "Thank you." She said chuckling.

"Whoa." Carl said poking one of the fish.

"Yeah, whoa. Where did you two learn to do that?" Lori asked.

"Our dad." I said taking a drink of water.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Carl asked.

"Sure, I'll teach you all about nail knots and stuff." I glanced at Andrea our eyes meeting. "If that's okay." I asked Lori.

"You won't catch me arguing."

"Hey, Dale. When's the last time you oiled those line reels? They are a disgrace." Andrea told Dale jokingly as he stopped in the middle of us.

There was a troubled expression on Dales face as he spoke. "I, uh—I don't want to alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of a problem." Shane stood up and walked over as Dale turned and pointed to where Jim was digging. We all looked, he explained the situation then we all headed to where Jim was still digging and see if we could get him to stop and rest before he kills himself.


Preferred the dark

My plan will work, I thought as we got to the alley for the bag of guns; I glanced at Daryl as we got to the chain link fence. Daryl complemented me, in his own way. "You got balls for a Chinaman."

"I'm Korean." It wouldn't be the first time I'd corrected him, or the last.

"Whatever." He said before I headed out to get the bag. I rushed trying not to make too much noise, I passed a car with a walker in it and down the street. She heard me or smelt me as I stopped at the car and she responded. I stopped behind a different car as a few walkers passed me. I jumped over a pillow like thing piled high that the army people hid behind while fighting the walkers, I tried not to think about the walkers headed for me as I stood up and ran to the tank.

I finally grabbed the bag of guns, and then I headed back to Daryl, but I turned and grabbed Rick's hat for him as well, I mean why not I was there. Then I ran back to the alley where Daryl was, bypassing all these geeks along the way. I got to the alley and froze, there were two guys beating on Daryl. My mind freaked I couldn't move, I couldn't speak or do anything to stop it.

They noticed me. "That's it, that's the bag, vato." One of the guys said as they ran at me. I turned and ran back but they were faster as they grabbed me, the same guy telling the other. "Take it! Take it!" He spoke of the bag.

They pushed me down and the other guy hit me with a bat. Daryl shot the other guy with an arrow as I tried to get up. The bat guy grabbed me from behind holding me in place with his bat. "Get off me! Get off me!" I screamed.

A car pulled up then, they were dragging me out of the alley; I looked at Daryl. He had this look in his eyes, like he was pissed but underlying that was something I'd never seen in his eyes before, fear. "Daryl! Daryl! Daryl!" He was getting up as I was pushed into the car the guy who'd had the arrow in his ass on one side while bat guy was on the other; they both had my arms keeping me from going anywhere. "Daryl!" I screamed again trying to get out, I looked out the window and saw him as we drove away he'd ran to the fence and was screaming at them.

It wasn't long before the car pulled up to a building with big red steel doors, bat guy as I've named him until I got a name. He grabbed me and yanked me out. The doors opened and a black man exited. "What happened?" He asked when he noticed me.

The other guy got out then started to explain. "We were attacked by a redneck puto man, he beat on Miguel so we took his friend."

"Glenn, you ass." I told 'em. They dragged me into this warehouse I guessed, one of his men pulled out a chair they pushed me down onto and he kept his hands on my shoulders so I couldn't get up. I was starting to feel sick again.

"Okay Glenn, where's my bag of guns." Black guy asked as the doors were closed behind him.

"G they have it, it got left with Miguel."

"Relax Felipe." G said to the bald dude Daryl shot. "Felipe what happened to you?" He asked as he noticed the way Felipe had his hand on his ass.

"Redneck shot me with this." He showed him the arrow he'd taken out. G took it then turned to me as my hands were being tied behind my back.

"Give me one good reason not to stick this arrow in you." G asked me.

"My friends will come for me. They'll make a trade your friend for me." I told him, I sounded more confident then I felt.

"Is that a fact, very well, we'll wait and see now won't we. Name's Guillermo, you look a little green, are you sick?"

"Getting there."

"Jorge get a bucket." Bat guy moved from me after he'd secured my hands and came back a few minutes later with a bucket. He handed it to Guillermo who stuck it under my face, that was all the prompting my stomach needed as I threw up again.

Once I was finished they took the bucket away to dump the contents. Another guy ran in from the roof. "Just spotted some guys coming they have Miguel." He told Guillermo.

Guillermo took some duct tape off a cart ripped off a piece and put it on my mouth. "Take him to the roof, wait for my call." He ordered two of his guys, one of the guys grabbed my arms and the back of my neck leading me away; the other guy stopped and grabbed a tan bag which he placed over my head before going to the roof. Where we waited, my heart was pounding, I was sweating and shaking and terrified of what they were going to do.

"Oye." Guillermo called out several minutes later, they dragged me to the edge and took off the bag, once my eyes adjusted I looked down at Daryl and Rick, with that guy Miguel just standing there watching me. I was scared to say the least as I saw how far up we were, and then the guy holding me shook me closer to the edge, if tape hadn't been on my mouth the whimper I made would've come out as Daryl's name.

After a couple more minutes I was pulled back to go inside where the red doors were being closed, the tape was taken off and my hands were freed. "Felipe take him; find out what he's got and if it's contagious. And get your ass bandaged." Guillermo ordered him as he grabbed my arm and headed out the back of the building.

There was another building that he took me to that looked like an old folk's home, or nursing home either way, there were old, sick or dying as Felipe led me to a room that had a medical bed and stuff like a stethoscope. "Sit." He said pointing to the bed, I sat.

"What are your symptoms?" He asked as he grabbed a blood pressure cuff and put it on my arm.

"I've been throwing up since yesterday morning, and I've been getting dizzy, light headed, and nauseous all the time." I explained. He took my blood pressure, then temperature, listened to my heart beat with the statoscope and listened to my lungs and stomach.

He paused then. "That can't be right." He listened again. "Lie on your back and lift your shirt." He ordered.

I did as instructed; he placed his palm on my abdomen and pushed in a few places. "Tell me if something hurts." I didn't speak, it didn't hurt. "Okay, go pee in this." He handed me a specimen cup, I took it and went to the bathroom. When I came back he put a stick in it and waited a few minutes before looking at it. "No infections, he checked the box with instructions on what the colors mean.

He huffed a laugh. "That's impossible, I'll be damned."

"What, what is it?" I asked.

"Nothing you're not sick." He threw the stick away and dumped the contents of the cup in a sink before washing his hands. "If you go to the dining area you'll get some food." He told me.

"Thanks." I left going to the dining area, I was more confused about my condition then before he'd checked me out. I noticed a lot of older people, a Mr. Gilbert invited me to sit with him he was friendly.

"You're much to skinny." He told me as I sat at the table across from him, one of the women there that were helping gave me a tray of food, it didn't have much taste to it but it was better than the nothing I'd had all day.

A few of the elders sat at the table and talked, I'd introduced myself, after we finished eating Mr. Gilbert invited me to his room to show me some pictures of his family when he started to have an asthma attack, I helped him sit as they tried to find his medicine with no luck. After several minutes one of the elderly women who they call Abuela left to get help from the other building where Guillermo and his guys were waiting for Rick, Daryl and T-Dog.

It was a little while after that when they showed up, Felipe took care of Mr. Gilbert and I was glad to see Daryl, I wish I'd pushed Felipe a little harder for why he laughed. What was wrong with me, he knew, he heard a heartbeat, I'm pretty sure the stick came up positive I just didn't have the guts to ask, I preferred to be in the dark.


Freedom Part 2

I was bleeding from my severed arm, if I didn't do somethin' quick I'd die. So I checked the roof for another exit and found a second door, but before I opened it I ran back to the tool's and grabbed a nice heavy wrench. Then I opened the door and headed down the stairs passing by all these offices and other rooms.

As I walked into a room though there were two Geeks who decided to attack me, it was the dumbest thing they did as I took up my wrench and bashed those fuckers' heads in. I dropped the wrench as I saw a lab type area. There was a burner and a flat iron pad that would be perfect for what I needed.

I found some towels in the cabinets and used that to sop up some of the blood, then I took up the belt again putting it between my teeth; I turned on one of the burners grabbed the iron pad and placed it on the burner, using one of the towels after a minute or so I picked up the iron pad and with a muffled scream pressed it into my stump. A wave of dizziness came over me and I let the pad go it fell on the counter there; I grabbed the wall for support, the belt slipped off as well, I left it there as I continued forward.

There was a window, so taking the towel wrapping it around my stump I hit the window smashing it out. Then I climbed out onto the fire escape and down the ladder I had no idea that my little brother had just arrived to my rescue.

I walked for a while killing walkers left and right as I went, staying hidden, until a few hours later I walked along some tracks getting out of the city and there was a delivery truck with keys just waiting to be taken. I didn't know that it had belonged to Daryl and those fuckers that left me on that roof; I had some other things on my mind at the moment. I got in started it up and drove off, I was light headed and confused, I went in the wrong direction, instead of going towards the camp and where I knew my brother was at the time I went in the other direction.

I drove well into the night, until it ran out of gas, then I walked. For several miles I walked, I was weak and hungry, then pain hit me in my arm I grabbed it and screamed as I saw fingers suddenly emerge from what had been a stump. I passed out.

When I came too I was in a town called Woodbury, I looked at my stump and saw a fully grown hand in its place, I'd been out a couple of days, I'd came to ever so often, but they'd had to sedate me as the pain of my hand growing back was to much for me to take.

The governor came to me then and asked me if I wanted to stay and help him and his men secure this town while a doctor/scientist named Milton figured out how I grew my hand back. In return he'd help me find my brother, I said yes.

A/N: That's the last you'll hear from Merle until I start on season three.


Dreams

I was just digging minding my own business when the group walked up the hill, where I was, I hadn't talked to Dale when he'd come up earlier I hadn't wanted to, I didn't know how to explain and I couldn't stop either. There was just something, last night, I had a nightmare of horrible things, but this morning as it got hot I ended up getting a little on the sun exhausted side I just had to dig.

With the shovel I pounded the earth to soften the dirt before I dug in and threw the dirt to the side. "Hey, Jim." Shane addressed me as I worked. "Jim, why don't you hold up, all right?" Shane asked of me, I couldn't do that; I had to get these holes dug for what I'd seen last night. "Just give me a second here please."

I finally stopped with the shovel in the dirt, I looked at him to see most of camp behind him, Dale right next to Shane, and Lori slightly behind Dale to the right of him. "What do you want?" I asked.

"We're all just a little concerned, that's all." Shane explained.

"Dale says you've been out here for hours." Morals behind Shane and next to Andrea said.

"So?" What business was it of theirs what I did with my time.

"So why are you digging?" Shane asked. "Are you heading to China, Jim?" Shane smiled at that idea trying to lighten to tension.

"What does it matter? I'm not hurting anyone." I said before picking up my shovel again and continued digging.

"Yeah, except maybe yourself. it's a hundred degrees today, you can't keep this up." Dale told me.

"Sure I can watch me." It had to be done, someone had to do it.

Lori walked up next to Dale then. "Jim, they're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people. You're scaring my son and Carol's daughter." She told me.

I looked at Carl and Sophia who were next to Carol staying close to her. "They got nothing to be scared of." I said as I looked at Lori.

I started gesturing with my free hand as I spoke. "I mean what the hell, people? I'm out here by myself why don't you all just go and leave me the hell alone?" Shane couldn't do that as I went back to digging.

"We think that you need to take a break, okay?" Shane asked. "Why don't you go and get yourself in the shade?" He'd walked closer to me as I dug.

"Some food maybe. I'll tell you what—maybe in a little bit I'll come out here. I'll help you myself." Shane suggested. "Jim, just tell me what it's about. Why don't you just go ahead and give me that shovel?" Shane asked holding his hand out.

I stuck the shovel in the earth again and looked at him. "Or what?" I asked.

"There is no or what. I'm asking you, I'm coming to you, and I'm asking you, please. I don't want to have to take it from you."

"And if I don't then what? Then you're gonna beat my face in like Ed Peletier aren't you? Y'all seen his face, huh? What's left of it." I leaned in a little closer to Shane holding my shovel closer to my chest. "See, now that's what happens when someone crosses you."

Shane seemed to be trying to keep his cool and calm as he spoke. "That was different, Jim."

"You weren't there. Ed was out of control he was hurting his wife." Amy explained.

I just wanted them to leave me alone as I raised my voice pointing at Shane. "That is their marriage that is not his." Sophia moved to hold her mother then, I didn't care as I continued. "He is not judge and jury who voted you king boss, huh?"

"Jim, I'm not here to argue with you, all right? Just give me the shovel okay?" He reached for it I moved it out of his reach as I backed up.

"No, no, no."

"Just give me the—" I pushed him, then took the shovel up and swung it at Shane who ducked. I do remember something from my dream that pissed me off about Shane, I just can't explain it to anyone, they wouldn't understand.

"Jim!" Shane called right before he tackled me to the ground.

"You got no right!" I screamed at him as he tried to get me to calm down. He turned me on my stomach and started to restrain my hands behind my back. I screamed again. "You got no right!"

"Jim, just stop it. Hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Don't."

"Jim, Jim nobody's gonna hurt you. You hear me? Shh." I was panting as I stopped fighting, Shane continued. "Jim, nobody is gonna hurt you, okay?"

"That's a lie." I said as he started to cuff my hands. "That's the biggest lie there is. I told that to my wife and my two boys. I said it a hundred times, it didn't matter. They came out of nowhere there were dozens of 'em. Just pulled 'em right out of my hands." The look on Lori's face at that confession, shock and pity, I looked at her as I continued. "You know the only reason I got away was 'cause the dead were too busy eating my family." Shane got me up then and lead me back to camp where he had me sit then took some rope and put it under my arms around my chest tying me to the tree so I couldn't fight him anymore, then he left me there to cool off.

A couple of hours later, Shane walked up to me with a bucket of water, Dale was with him as Shane knelt in front of me, setting the bucket down.

"Jim, take some water?" He asked.

"All right." I said.

"Yeah?" Shane asked to make sure.

"All right."

Shane grabbed a blue coffee mug and pulled it from the bucket. "Here you go, bud." He said as he placed the mug at my lips. I drank the water. I watched Lori and Carol with their kids at a makeshift table sitting on buckets and crates so they could color.

As he took the mug away I asked. "Pour some on my head?"

"Yeah." He dipped the mug in the bucket and pulled it back out pouring the contents on my burning skin. "Cooling you down, huh?" He asked.

"How long you gonna keep me like this?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. Until I don't think that you're a danger to yourself or others." I nodded as I looked at Lori and Carl he was writing something as she watched; Carol was watching her little girl color.

"Sorry if I scared your boy and your little girl." I told them.

Lori looked at me. "You had sunstroke, nobody's blaming you." She told me.

"You're not scared now are you?" I asked the kids.

"No sir." Sophia said.

"Your mama's right sun just cooked my head is all." I informed Carl.

"Jim, do you know why you were digging?" Dale asked me. I looked at him as I was thinking. "Can you say?"

"I had a reason. Don't remember." Dale nodded at that. "Something I dreamt last night." I looked at Carl as I continued. "Your dad was in it, you were too. You were worried about him, can't remember the rest. You worried about your dad?" I asked.

He shook his head as he spoke. "They're not back yet."

"We don't need to talk about that." Lori said as she rubbed Carl's back.

"Your dad's a police officer, son. He helps people, probably just came across some folks needing help, that's all. That man, he is tough as nails. I don't know him well but…I could see it in him. Am I right?" I asked looking up at Shane.

"Oh yeah." He said on a sigh.

I looked back at Carl. "There ain't nothing gonna stop him from getting back here to you and your mom, I promise you that."

Shane picked up the bucket then. "All right. Who wants to help me clean some fish, huh?" He asked as he walked away from me."

"Sweet come on, Sophia." Carl said as they both got up and ran after Shane.

"Stay with Carol all right?" Lori told them as Carol got up and followed at a slower pace, Dale went with them too leaving just me and Lori.

She got up and walked over to me, knelt down, I looked at her. "You keep your boy close. You don't ever let him out of your sight." I warned her, there had been determination in my voice; she had better believe me on this one.

She stood back up, and then walked away.

"I, uh, built up the rocks all around. See? So the flames can be a little higher and have 'em be hidden." Morales explained as Dale, Lori and Amy put out the chairs as it was getting closer to dinner time. I could see and hear them from where I was tied.

Shane and Carl walked up to me. "Hey, Jim, how you feeling, man?" Shane asked as he knelt down to my eye level.

"I'm better, more myself now."

"I hope you understand the need for this—this timeout. I've got others I've got to think about. I just want to make sure there's no, uh—there's no hard feelings."

"There's not, I do understand."

"Okay." He chuckled. "Why don't you come join in with the rest of us? Big ol' fish fry."

I looked at Carl who nodded, then back to Shane. "I'd like that very much."

"Okay." Shane undid the rope and took off the cuffs, I walked to the camp fire that was getting started as they were cooking dinner.


Amy's present

I was in the R.V looking through draws and cabinets any place that would have wrapping paper. Dale came in. "Wrapping paper, color tissue, anything?" I asked.

"Seriously?"

"How can you not have any?"

"Had I been informed of the impending apocalypse I'd have stocked up."

I calmed down and looked at him. "It's Amy's birthday tomorrow." I explained as I pulled out the mermaid necklace I'd gotten in Atlanta to show Dale. "I've been marking days on the calendar just to make sure." I continued as he put on his glasses then picked up the necklace from my cupped hands. He smiled. "You don't give a gift unwrapped."

"Deep breath." He told me as he handed the necklace back. "I'm sure I'll find something here." He said as he walked passed me to look, I moved to lean against the built in seats of the R.V and waited until he found something, it only took a few minutes and once it was wrapped we headed out to fix dinner and enjoy the rest of the night.


Attack Ed's POV

I was in the tent I share with my wife and daughter; Sophia was just putting her things down as I was lying on the pallet, my face all bruised from the beaten Shane gave me for disciplining my wife. "Why don't you come outside with everybody?" Carol asked like I wanted to be around those people anyways.

"Hell with them people." Was my response. "Wouldn't piss on them if their heads were on fire." Sophia got up then to go outside, I grabbed her arm. "Hey. Why don't' you stay here? Keep your daddy company." I just wanted to hold her for a little while; she was looking more like her mama every day.

"Ed, she wants to join in." Carol took her free hand and led her outside. "Come on." She told her as they left

"Fine hell with the both of you." I shouted at them as they left for the camp fire. "Ain't no need to be bothering me no more the rest of the night." I told 'em.

I was resting; my eyes closed trying to sleep when I heard rustling outside the tent, it'd been hours since Carol and Sophia left to be with those people. "Thought I told y'all to leave me the hell alone, didn't I?" I asked as someone was scratching on the tent flap.

Whoever it was didn't stop that pissed me off. "Hey!" I shouted at them as I got up and opened the flap. "What'd I say?" I asked before I realized it was a walker bitch who was growling at me. I was shocked to say the least as I gasped right before her and many others attacked me, ripping and eating as I screamed and gasped my last.


Attack Carl's POV

We talked and ate and laughed and were having a good time with everyone. "Pass the fish, please." Sophia asked her mom.

"Here you go." Carol said as she gave her another plate of fish.

"Man oh man that's good." Shane said. "I miss this."

"I've got to ask you man, it's been driving me crazy." Morales said as he addressed Dale.

"What?" Dale asked.

"That watch." Morales pointed, Dale looked at the watch on his wrist.

"What's wrong with my watch?" He asked as he fiddled with it.

"I see you every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass."

"I've wondered this myself." Jacqui said as she dug her fork into some more fish.

"I'm missing the point." Dale asked arms open in confusion to the question being asked.

"Unless I've misread the sings, the world seems to have come to an end." Jacqui said. "At least hit a speed bump for a good long while."

"But there's you every day winding that stupid watch." Morales said.

"Time—it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think, Andrea?" He asked her waving his hand in her direction waiting for an answer. "Back me up here." She didn't say anything as she took a drink of her beer.

He continued after a few seconds. "I like—I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said, 'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.' Huh." He finished then waited for our response.

"You are so weird." Amy said a few moments later.

We all laughed at that. "It's not me, it's Faulkner. William Faulkner. Maybe my bad paraphrasing." He said.

Amy got up. "Where are you going?" Andrea asked concerned.

"I have to pee." She told her. "Jeez you try to be discreet around here—" She grumbled as she left for the bathroom we laughed at her grumblings.

Amy called out from the R.V a few minutes after she'd left. "We're out of toilet paper?" I didn't pay much attention until she suddenly screamed.

I saw Amy being attacked after she screamed. Other's joined her as they got up and ran as more walkers came into view. "Mom!" I screamed.

"Carl!" Mom screamed as she grabbed me, holding me close, I wanted Dad right then.

"Lori, get him down!" Shane screamed as he cocked his shot gun and fired at several walkers.

Mom had her arm around me as I screamed at the death and chaos around me. "I'm right here." She told me. "Shane, what do we do?" She asked as she gripped the back of his shirt as he shot at more walkers.

"Shane?" Dale asked as he fired off a shot.

"Follow me!" Shane screamed. "Come on, come on, stay close." Shane said as he led us.

"Carol!" Mom screamed, Carol ran to us she was caring Sophia, Shane was leading us as Dale watched our backs.

"Stay close!" Shane ordered. I saw a woman screaming before she was taken down by walkers. Shane screamed to Morales who was hitting walkers with a bat who were getting too close to his family. "Come on y'all work your way up here!"

"Right in front of you. Shane!" Mom screamed warning Shane as he shot the walkers.

"Get to the R.V.! Go!" Morales screamed to his family.

"Shane! Shane!" Mom screamed.

"Stay with me." Shane told us. Mom kept her arm around me the whole time. "Stay behind me! Morales, work up here!" Shane screamed again.

"Get behind me! Come on." Mom screamed to Carol.

"Let's go!" Shane screamed. I heard one of the other girls screaming in terror.

"Stay with me." Mom told me.

"Come on; make your way to the Winnebago!" Shane called to others. New gun shots joined the fray, it didn't last long as the last of the walkers were taken out.

"Baby! Carl!" I heard Dad call for us, I turned and saw him. "Baby!" He called again.

"Dad!" I screamed as I ran for him.

"Carl!" He hugged me as I cried in his arms; he cried to as he picked me up and walked to mom who was also crying as he hugged her.

After several minutes dad put me down as we watched Andrea cry as her sister died, I cried, I liked Amy, she was going to teach me to fish. She was going to do lots of things, that was my first lesson, don't get attached to people; sooner or later you'll lose them.


Attack Jim's POV

Amy called out from the R.V a few minutes after she'd left to the R.V bathroom "We're out of toilet paper?" I suddenly got the feeling of daje vu, I knew something bad was about to happen to Amy, I should've done something, but there was nothing I could've done.

I saw Amy being attacked after she screamed. Other's joined her as they got up and ran as more walkers came into view. "Mom!" Carl screamed.

"Carl!" Lori screamed as she grabbed him.

"Lori, get him down!" Shane screamed as he cocked his shot gun and fired at several walkers as Carol picked up Sophia and ran. I picked up a bat and started swinging hitting walkers as they came at us. I was keeping them from getting to Carol and Sophia as she ran with her little girl in her arms.

Morales had grabbed a bat and was beating on a walker he'd knocked down.

I saw Andrea going for Amy, she was unarmed; I got in front of her as I took my bat and hit the walker that had been attacking Amy. He fell, I saw Andrea getting up and running to Amy.

I ran to others who were being attacked and hit the walkers, I got surrounded. By the time I hit them all I'd been covered in blood, it wouldn't be until morning that I'd find out one of them bit me. I made my way back as the screaming and gun shots had quitted down, I walked to the rest who were near the R.V. My bat had broken at some point during the attack.

The rescue party had gotten back with a bag of guns but I didn't see Merle anywhere. I guess they hadn't made it in time. Amy died in Andrea's arms; that's when it came back to me. "I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes." I told 'em.


Attack Amy's POV

I got up. "Where are you going?" Andrea asked concerned.

"I have to pee." I told her. "Jeez you try to be discreet around here—" I grumbled as I left for the bathroom they laughed at my grumblings.

I got to the bathroom to find no toilet paper; I walked out standing on one of the steps leading into the R.V and called out. "We're out of toilet paper?"

Someone grabbed my arm then came into the light; it was a walker who use to be a man as he bit my arm. I screamed, and pulled and wished Andrea could've stopped him. I pulled away blood bathing my arm as I stumbled to my knees on the ground. More showed up.

That same walker that bit my arm grabbed me and bit into my neck. I screamed louder as he ripped my skin off, the pain is what I remember as I fell to my back and just laid there.

I saw Andrea above me, she was screaming and crying as she put pressure on my neck. "Oh God! Oh my God!" She cried. I gasped as she begged. "Help me, oh God I don't know what to do. God I don't know what to do." We were both crying.

I ignored most of the screaming and crying and shooting that went on around me, all I cared about was my sister above me one hand putting pressure on my wound the other hand stroked my face. We were both sobbing. "Shh, shh, shh." She said, trying to calm me down.

"Oh, Amy." I gasped and swallowed my lip quivered as she spoke. "I don't know what to do, Amy." I moved my hand and touched her cheek with the tips of my fingers. Then I closed my eyes and went to sleep.


Attack Andrea's POV

Amy got up. "Where are you going?" I asked concerned.

"I have to pee." Amy told me. "Jeez you try to be discreet around here—" Amy grumbled as she left for the bathroom we laughed at her grumblings. I took a drink of my beer as the laughter died down.

She called out from the R.V a few minutes later "We're out of toilet paper?"

I heard Amy scream a second after that, when I looked back a guy was tearing into her arm. I gasped in shock as she pulled away falling to her knees. More showed up.

"Mom!" Carl screamed.

"Carl!" Lori screamed as she grabbed him. I got up and looked around as more walkers were coming from all sides of camp.

"Lori, get him down!" Shane shouted as he cocked his shot gun and fired at a walker as Carol picked up Sophia and ran.

I heard Amy scream again, I saw him bite her. "No! NO!" I screamed as I ran to her, Jim blocked me as he took a bat to the walker's head that had a hold of Amy. Once the walker was down I got up and ran to her.

She had fallen to her back as I got there, kneeling above her. I was screaming and crying as I tried to put pressure on her neck. "Oh God! Oh my God!" I cried. She gasped as I begged. "Help me, oh God I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do." We were both crying.

I ignored most of the screaming and crying and shooting that went on around me, all I cared about was my sister dying in my arms as I held the wound with one hand and stroked her face with the other. We were both sobbing. "Shh, shh, shh." I said, trying to calm us both down.

"Oh, Amy." I cried as she gasped and swallowed her lip quivered as I spoke. "I don't know what to do, Amy." She moved her hand and touched my cheek with the tips of her fingers. Then she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"Oh, oh, oh." Tears slipped down my face as I cried. "Oh, Amy. NO! NO!" I screamed, crying and shaking her. "Amy! Amy! AMY!" I wailed for my sister, again and again until my voice went horse.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed these missing scene the next chapter in my Walking Dead Season One should be arriving in a few weeks I hope, so please read and review both Season One and Missing Scene, reviews help encourage me to write, and give great inspiration so I hope you do R&R, bye all.