"Sweetie, time to eat," my mother called. I dropped my pen, going downstairs. I smiled sitting at the table. Sundays were the only days we sat around the table. The rest of the week was hectic for everyone. My dad worked crazy hours, being a lawyer, my Mom was out running from charity to charity in the neighborhood. My brother had sports and he was a year a head of me in college going for his business license. Normally the only time at college we would see each other was at parties, we would say a quick hi and be on our way. I was just drifting from one class to another, not knowing what it was I wanted to be yet. My older sister was home from her little stint in Hollywood, she came back claiming to be an author and she was busy working on her first novel.

Sunday's are the one day I look forward to all week-long. It's the one day we get to sit down and be a family. We talk about everything. It could be awkward at times. It's the one day out of the week I get to see my family for more than two seconds, at a party. I come home Sunday morning from the dorm, school books in tow and spend the day with my family. My brother Aaron shows up around 9 and my sister gets outta bed around 1.

"You and Davey still dating?" My Mom asked. I shook my head, looking down.

"Nope, he uh, he cheated on me with Chelsea," I sighed, picking at my food, losing all my appetite over my stupid ex boyfriend. I thought I was in love with him, but he didn't feel the same way when I walked in on him with my roommate. Both of them are on my shit list and I intend on leaving them there.

"Oh Fern, I'm sorry to hear that, but Davey was a..." my mother said, trailing off to think of the right word to use.

"A no good jackass," Aaron stated. "Fern he wasn't good for you. He didn't deserve you, you are way to good for that piece of shit," he said, shaking his head. I smiled at my brother, he was good at having my back. I was the closest with him out of everyone in my family, I think it's because we're only a year and a few months apart.

"I see that now," I told him. "Now I can focus on figuring out my life," I told them all, shaking my head. "I still don't know what it is I want to be. I love to do so much, but nothing I want to make a career out of, it's just things that I like to do when I'm bored. How's the book coming along Jayne?" I asked, needing the conversation to be on her and not on me.

"It's slowly coming along. I know what I want to happen in the end, it's just the stupid middle that I need to figure out," she started to rant. I wasn't even that interested in her book, I couldn't even tell you what it was about, I just knew asking her that one simple little question would take the heat off of me.

She was still going on about her book when we moved to the living room. I had went up to my old room getting back to my work that I needed to be done for tomorrow morning. "I know why you did that," Davey smirked, plopping himself down on my bed.

"Why's that?" I asked, turning my chair to look at him.

"Because you know Mom and Dad would get on you about picking a major before Dad tries once again to convince you that being a lawyer is the way to go," he smirked, knowing he had it head on. I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

"I don't want to be a lawyer, I don't want to run a bunch of Charities like Mom, it's a good thing she's doing, but that's not me. I don't know what is me, these days. Being a little girl with dreams were the days," I told him with a dreamy sigh. "No problems about the future, no boyfriends to break your heart, life was easy and simple."

"You'll figure it out, Fern. You've always been a free spirit, that's just who you are," he told me seriously. I suppose he was right about that, but I still wasn't sure. "It'll all hit you on the head," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"Why couldn't it be easy for me like it was for you and Jayne?" I asked.

"You think it was easy for us?" He asked, dumb struck. I nodded, of course it was. "Fern, I wanted to be a pro football player or a pro baseball player. With my minor knee tweak I can't do either of them professionally. That's why I had to figure out what I wanted to do besides sports. I don't even know what type of business I want to operate yet. Nothing is easy for me. As for Jayne, it wasn't easy for her to come crawling back home after she couldn't make it as a model or an actress, she's doing something else she loves and hopes it pays off in the long run. No one might even like her book after she gets it wrote, hell she might hate it when it's done," he explained getting up. "We're just not afraid to get our feet wet." I wasn't afraid of getting my feet wet or even failing. I really didn't know what it was I wanted to do with my life. I was only in my first year at college I still had time to decided. I shook my head getting back to work.

This nice little family get together wasn't turning out to be a good one. Not able to concentrate on my work I tossed my pen down and headed to the living room, where my sister had seemed to get inspired and was typing away on her laptop, my mom was busy in the kitchen getting the apple pie cut for dessert, my dad was watching the local news. I sighing a sat down by him watching the news.

And that's when I learned about this new scare. I had rolled my eyes at how over the top they were being about people turning. I shook my head, walking to the kitchen. I wasn't going to watch the news that was supposed to be reporting on real events, tell us a fake story.

I woke with a sigh, running a hand through my hair. I haven't had a dream since the second month of this Zombie Apocalypse. I got up finding that the sun was just barely breaking the horizon. I needed out, I needed to be out there where I could be alone and no one would question my motives. I loved being here, with Rick and Daryl. Beth and Maggie were fun to be with and the others were alright, Carl still hated me. But this wasn't my family, no matter how much I wanted them to be my family. Sure I fit in and I did what I had to for everyone, but I was feeling guilty for something I shouldn't be and I had to get away, I had to. I kept telling myself, I'd be back before the sun went down, I just needed to be out there living for the day and not cooped up in a prison all day long.

"Going somewhere?" Daryl asked. When it concerned Daryl, I had a hard time lying to him. I'd be back, if only for him. I didn't know what was going on, but even in this messed up world I knew that I had feelings for the man. Strong feelings at that. But I didn't know what to do about those feelings, because I simply couldn't trust a guy after I was in a relationship with them and I needed to keep my trust for Daryl, no matter what.

"I just need sometime to be by myself. I'll be back," I told him. I'd be back, I had no where else to be. This was home for the time being.

"Why don't I believe you?" He asked, opening the gate for me.

"That's on you, Daryl," I told him, walking through the gate. "Because I'll be back. What choice do I have?" I asked, walking off. I'd be back.

The sun was starting to set in the horizon, when I finally moved from the river bank. I had encountered plenty of walkers along the way. I saved my bullets not wanting to draw them to me. So instead I used my sword or my knife depending on how close one of them had been able to get to me.

Upon coming to the river I had jumped into the cool water feeling how refreshing it was to get the walker blood from my body and clothes. I had found a spot to lay where I could see and hear the moans and groans of a walker, if any of them were close by.

"You seem lost." I froze hearing that voice. It was a voice that was from past. A voice I never thought that I would hear again. I turned around to see the smirk he was wearing fall from his face. "Fern?" He whispered. No fucking way! This wasn't happening! It couldn't be possible!

"Garth?"