I saw the light shinning on the horizon, looking out at the corpses limping further out in the street…

It was so weird seeing this, how nonchalant we where about this situation. Like it was some normal day out in a small town.

Oh yeah ill just head off to the store and shoot some walking rotten people on the way.

oh can you grab some milk for me too sweetie

sure, better make sure i load more ammo for that then.

this whole situation was too fucking weird.

Phil was talking about making a town, with a big fence. To keep the biters out.

He called them biters.

But he still called Penny, Penny…

I sighed, that would take time, and lots of elbow grease we couldn't afford.

Daisy had her back to me, sketching on her full sketchbook, her pencil just a little nub now...

I was keeping records of the events writing down everything by hand, I made sure no on saw them…

We hadn't talked in a few days, Daisy just glared at her paper. Like she always did.

"Morning." Phil called, I nodding over at him.

"Morning." I said biting my bottom lip.

"I can look over things, go to sleep." he said "your eyes are bloodshot." He padded my back. A little too hard because I felt myself go forward with every hard pat.

"yeah," I sat down a one of the chairs. My hands buried in my face.

"Actually… Daisy?" phil looked over at the girl.

"Can you keep watch, I have to take a run."

"I can go with you." He held up a hand.

"You're too tired, I'll go alone. It'll be faster." Daisy nodding, I sighing from exasperation.

Don't leave me alone in the house with this anger fest.

"Yeah I'll keep watch." Daisy said cocking the gun.

"Thank you hun." He smiled, "I'll be back in a few hours." he shut the door behind him.

A long silence followed after that, daisy keeping watch, gun slung on her hip…

"Aren't you going up to sleep?" She asked when I felt a bit of tension get lifted from me.

I just sat there dumbstruck looking at her, mouth open.

She spoke, to me?

She turned around arms crossed her figure in front of the window, everything boarded up, blacked out. I felt like in a way we were shutting ourselves form the grim reality that was our lives.

Her deep blue eyes looking right at me, an eyebrow raised.

"Well?" she asked when I shook my head

"Yeah…" I trailed off, getting up. i knew she just wanted me gone from downstairs.

I walked up, feeling tired, my body hitting the bed, my head hitting the pillow.

I didn't bother with the blankets, I just fell asleep. Letting sleep suffocate my loneliness.

Once he was upstairs I let the tears stream freely.

I frowned towards the ground, being by him constantly was killing me.

It was a constant reminder about the fights and everything that has happened.

Knowing that we weren't getting along, it felt final.

and I felt like any day I'll just die, and never come back. And no one would really care.

I let my hands fly to my face wiping the tears away.

"Get a grip." I whispered to myself in this house, I closed my eyes sighing.

I just need to splash some water on my face, that's all I need to do…

I walked upstairs seeing my father's door swung wide open, Milton sleeping. Shoes still on and everything, him passed out on the bed.

He didn't have the covers drawn and I could see him shivering. I frowned to myself.

You aren't drawing the covers for him, go and splash some water on your face.

"It's winter time." I sighed walking up to him, shivering I drew the blankets draping it over his body.

I felt my eyes lingering on his chest, the shirt turned just so, caressing his figure. I could cup his muscles in my hand, I felt my hand lingering on him for a few seconds too long.

His eyes slid open, looking over at me…

I froze.

We both where just stood there, looking at each other.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, groggy. I wiped my face quickly.

"It's not important." I said shaking my head, I turned back around to walk away from him.

I felt him grabbing my hand, stopping me from walking away.

"We need to talk." He said, still half asleep. I taking in a breath.

"About what?" I asked, he looked down. His lips in a tight line

Why did I want to kiss him so bad still.

"About, us,"

"Haven't you heard." I laughed a bit, a choke in my throat.

"There is no us, " I said bitterly. I made him let go of my hand, it was so warm, and soft. It hurt me jerking myself away from his warm embrace.

I turned back just for a quick second looking over at him, him looking at me straight on. Him pleading me with his eyes, him wanting to talk.

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head, I kept walking.

I had to be strong.

She just left me here, a quivering breath came from me.

She placed a blanket over you, she has to still care a little…

I whipped off the blanket. Remembering her words, It's not important.

It's always important when she is crying.

I walked forwards, I saw the bathroom door left open, I walked forwards. Seeing her splashing water on her face.

She looked over at me.

"You need to go to sle-"

I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me, both of our bodies bumped together. A quivering breath, her caught by surprise. She just about tripped into my arms.

I held her tightly clinging on to her. I buried my face in her hair. Taking in that berry scent. It smelled like home. And she was so warm, and nice, soft.

Her arms dangled to their sides..

"Please." I breathed, still holding her tightly in the bathroom. Desperately clinging for something in return, anything.

I felt her lips touch my neck, brushing up against it, and her eyelashes fluttering shut, brushing a bit on my neck.

"I'm sorry." She breathed taking a step back, I let her go. Tear filled eyes walking back downstairs.

I was left there standing staring at the tiled floor, I wouldn't be able to sleep after this.

She did even hug back.

I shut the door behind me, I needed to wash the filth off of me.