A late chapter! I promise this story isn't going to be abandoned like most are. I only had vacation and didn't have much acess to internet, so I could'nt find the time to sit down and write, nor post. I hope this chapter is alright, I'm sorry for Lori.. No I'm not xD

The sun shone beautiful as the group all did their chores outside. I spot Hershel from my tree, he's coming out of the building and trying his best not to fall as he supports all his weight on his damaged leg. I remember this. The beautiful scene. The soon hell to come. In that exact moment the alarm started ringing.

I watched as all hell broke loose before me. Just as I started to feel bad, I wondered if my decision was wrong. Who was I not to save everyone? It wasn't my call to make, deciding who can live or not. I can't do anything now, can I? It's too late. A heavy feeling of guilt lingered inside the pit of my stomach.

I watched from far as Rick broke down in tears, the mourning looks climbing onto everbodys faces. I wished that he didn't feel so bad. I wish I could change something. I can at least make it easier for the group. I can get baby formula, and things for the others. Maybe make it better for them, even for a little bit.

I wrote a note and put it inside a letter. As I taped it to their fence I left the little box with the stuff for Judith as the small paper said.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Lori will truly be missed. Congratioulations to the baby in other hand. To make it a little easier for you I fixed this. It's a dangerous place for a baby in a zombie apocalypse, no surprise. Rick will come along. He is mourning his wife right now and finds himself in a denial faze. Make sure to be there for Carl, he just lost his mother. He needs it. Keep eyes on the prisoners. I'll be watching you. If you need help, let me know and I'll find you. Just a call away."

The note was only slightly creepy. I felt as though it was perfect. An amazing mix between creepy and badass.

I cursed myself silently as I remembered that I didn't sign it. I could've written something really cool, like, 'hugs and kisses from panda'. Maybe that would be been too far though. I may have scared them to death thinking that they have some maniac watching them, which totally isn't true.

I shake my head as a pretty crossbow lines up my vision. I pick up my binocular and watch the man.

"Well hello there.." I say suggestively.

I grab my notebook and feel a rush of inspiration burst through me. I'm actually drawing him. Mathilda, creepy level; 1000. I decide that it won't be that creepy if I draw them all, but it still will be. Good for you Mathilda, accomplishing shit. Stop speaking to yourself.

I sit up in my tree and watch as Rick talked to a walker, or what he thought was Lori. I hope he doesn't see me, even if he did he'd probably think I was a bird anyway. Maybe I am, it could be a cool name. Shadow bird or something.. or maybe just shadow.. I am a shadow, like I thought before. I am shadowing them and I dress dark, like a shadow. It's perfect. From now on I'll see myself as Shadow, the shadower. Creative AF.

I sat up in my tree as I saw Glenn walk to the fence right where the note and box was placed, he grabbed the note, glancing carefully before looking around. I knew I should've signed it. Glenn seemed to notice the box too because he directed his gun to the object and kicked it suspiciously. After a while he seemed confident enough to pick it up and show it to the others. As he ran inside I watched as poor Rick kept talking to his "wife".

I'm not a very comforting person, but right now I would really want to hug him or Carl. Can you imagine losing your mother. You don't have to. I never lost her.. she just.. left me. I feel a lonely tear roll down my cheek as I lectured myself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's been five years. Grow up. Five years without her..

My deep thoughts got interrupted by my hero Michonne. She wore her her hard look on her tired face, walking confidently towards the gates. Shit. Is she going to get baby formula.. Why though? I remember very clearly packing the baby items into the box.. Unless the woman didn't trust my very trust worthy letter.. I'm not so smart after all. I hope me changing the plot did'nt change Michonnes fate, I'd marry her if I was attracted to ladies. Seriously though, that woman can't be human. She's too cool. Maggie and Glenn exists the prison and goes after the badass lady.

As they start to disappear out of my sight I feel small memories coming back. I think this is the part where they meet Merle.. Which also means that he's probably going to die soon. Daryl is going to cry, making me cry, making me lose focus. Damn Daryl for being awesome and handsome.

If I sit in this tree any longer my ass is gonna deport itself from my body. Where do I go? Maggie and Glenn are probably already captured and god knows what else is going on..if only I could remember. A crow sang not to far from me and I checked if it was safe to go. It didn't seem like I would get noticed so I climbed down from the tree.

Now another question comes to mind. Where the hell do I go now? Town perhaps? Yeah let's go for that, might even make some friends, you never know.

My stiff legs started walking as my eyes darted around, looking for any threats. For everyday that passed by I learned more and more, mostly by inspecting the group.

The wind blew a quiet, warm breeze and the trees swang along with the tempo. If I hadn't known better, this didn't look like a Zombie apocalypse. Some places that I found made me forget I was in here, actually they made me forget almost everything.

My family. My home. My real life and real emotions. How could this even happen? For every moment that goes by I find something I miss, my brother, my father, my shower, my room. I try to convince myself everyday that I'm doing great, that I'm fine, but I'm not. I wish I was, I wish I was who I think I was.

A few walkers roamed around the town as I continued to shuffle tiredly on the cracked and old pavement. Maybe I could find something cool, something that could make me feel better.. music.

The sound of the glass breaking echoes around me as I once again plucked away tiny glass chards from my hand. This could be great or a disaster. I could get killed, but I probably won't, I'm too awesome for that.

The music store seemed to be my taste.. with a lot of rock albums lining the walls. I do need a player though, maybe a speaker so I can have a party with the walkers... or I could attract attention in bad situations.. Yeah, I'm totally getting a speaker. My stomach growled loudly. Perhaps some peanut butter too.

Once again, apologies! I don't know if anyone of you actually waited or got mad, but anyhow, thank you for reading.. have an awesome day/night/whatever! Also, if you can figure out what I'm always naming my titles after you are my soul mate.

-BitchInTheBlueSuit