Wow, okay. So hey guys yeah I'm alive. I actually finally finished chapter six after like six months. Sorry about that. Yeah so school got in the way and then summer got in the way (I was really busy) and now school is in the way again. Anyway, here's this little bit of fiction that you've been waiting months for. Sorry it sucks.

I was sad when I had to leave my jar of applesauce in the car considering applesauce is the best thing ever and it was the first jar I was able to get my hands on since the apocalypse. To be honest I hadn't had any for months before the world decided the dead needed to roam the Earth. If I had known about the apocalypse sooner then I certainly would have stocked up. Hell, I would have started preparing a bug out bag long before the dead came back. I loved the idea of an apocalypse until it started and I actually had to survive and stuff.

The ThinkGeek raid wasn't too bad considering raiding stores, houses, warehouses, cars, or anything really, was my specialty. Because of the fact that I was gay for the apocalypse I knew more on survival than most of our group. The only other one that knew as much as I did was Reyna. For this reason I decided to hang around with her, Cho and Tris while we were inside.

Once we were actually inside the warehouse we split up into groups and went off to find supplies. Reyna, Tris, Cho, and I were given the task of finding canned bacon and any other foods that we could get our hands on. We did find the food but we also found something we weren't exactly looking for. Curled up in a box that once was full of Sriracha popcorn was a small girl, probably no older than twelve, who looked as though she had just cried herself to sleep.

I found her when I was climbing to reach one of the highest shelves where an unopened box containing canned bacon was perched. The box the girl was in was on the shelf that I had managed to reach. It was high enough off of the ground to where walkers couldn't get her and she was well hidden while in the box. You would have been on the same shelf to see that someone was in the box. Upon seeing the girl in the box I drew my knife and walked over to see if she was bitten or had already turned. I cautiously began walking towards the box, prepared to stab her in the head if necessary. Slowly, I reached down to turn her onto her back to see if she was bitten anywhere on her right side or front. As soon as my hand touched her she jerked awake and nearly knocked me off of the shelf. She backed away like a scared, cornered animal and began to cry again.

Now that she was awake I could see her face and features better. She was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that was a size too big for her, baggy jeans with rips and tears, black converse, and rectangular glasses. Her skin was sickly pale, dark circles under her eyes, and she obviously had been deprived from food for longer than she should have been. There was a dark purple bruise on her left cheekbone and her bottom lip was split. The girl was cradling her right arm which seemed to be out of place, clearly broken. For some reason I felt like I had seen her somewhere before.

I put my knife away and held my hands out in front of me to calm her down.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you I was just checking to make sure you weren't bitten," I explained.

"No, no, no. It's not okay. I'm not okay. The world is not okay," she nearly screamed back.

"Dude, chill out, you're going to attract walkers. Come here and let me set your arm back into place."

All blood in her face drained out and she went and curled back up in her box.

"Why can't you just leave me here to die?" she sobbed.

"Uh… we have food?"

Her sobbing suddenly stopped and she poked her head up out of the box. I knew food would lure her out.

"What kind of food?"

"Well we have peanut butter, canned bacon, spaghetti rings, and applesauce with us at the moment but back at base we have more."

Her blue eyes brightened when I said applesauce. Of course she would pick the food I decided I wanted for gorging day.

"Can I have the applesauce?"

"If you get out of that damned box and come with me."

She looked as if she was considering it for a while before she slowly climbed out of the box and came with me. Getting her off the shelf was a piece of cake since she was light enough to carry on my back as I slowly made my way down off the shelves. When we reached the ground she stuck very, very close to me while we walked to the front of the warehouse. She was so close, in fact, that she was practically hugging me and I could feel her trembling with fear as well as her ribs rubbing up against mine. It was a very odd feeling. The only bright side to this was that I finally found someone other than Cho that was shorter than me.

"By the way, what's your name?" I asked to break the awkward silence.

"Sasha, Sasha Atchison. Yours?" she replied.

"Roxanne Lux."

Sasha nodded and we continued to walk to the front of the warehouse. On the way there Reyna found us walking together and came to see who the new addition to the team was. She came up and poked Sasha in the side, causing her to flinch and tighten her grip around me.

"Who's this?" Reyna inquired.

"I found her in an empty box of Sriracha popcorn."

"Ooooooh… spicy."

Reyna winked in a very odd fashion that was a little gayer than it should have been. Sasha looked at her like she was crazy but I understood that she did that with everyone, it was just one of the many things Sasha would have to get used to. Hopefully, she was okay with the fact that once we were done here we were going to go kill fifteen people to take over their base. Considering the condition she was in she wouldn't mind it one bit.

Apparently everyone else had already made it to the front of the warehouse and we were the last ones to arrive. Sasha's grip grew even tighter the moment she saw Augustus and it was in that moment I knew that she had been attacked by his group before. Somehow she must have escaped and hidden from them so well that they gave up looking for her. I agreed with myself that I would wait until we got to the base to ask her exactly what happened.

"Who'd you find, Roxanne?" Augustus asked. "What's her name?"

Sasha mumbled her name so quietly only she could hear it before hiding her face behind my shoulder.

"What was that?"

She sighed before replying louder than she originally had.

"Well, Sasha," Augustus started, "you're welcome to come back to base with us and join the team after going through the proper joining ritual."

I knew what that meant for Sasha but I didn't have the heart to tell her what would happen just yet. More than likely she would have to be branded with the group symbol while she was under the effects of the blue drug. That was the only part of the torture session from when we didn't finish the wall requirements that I actually remember. Everyone has their brand in a different place but mine is located on the bottom of my left ribcage. Sasha would probably get hers on the inside of her right elbow.

After the discussion we walked out to the cars. Before I even thought about getting in ours with Sasha I dug around under the seat, pulling out my hidden jar of applesauce to give to her. Her face lit up when she saw the large jar and didn't see how disappointed I was that I had to give up my applesauce. However, her expression when she realized she couldn't open the applesauce because of her broken arm made me feel horrible.

"H-how long were you in that box?" I stuttered, taking the jar from her to open it.

"I've been in there for about two weeks living off of the two cans of bacon I managed to scavenge before climbing up there," Sasha casually replied.

I helped Sasha get into the car before removing the lid from the jar for her and slipping the spoon I used earlier into her hand. It wasn't much later that she actually began slowly eating. The fact that she was eating so slowly instead of scarfing it down like everyone else baffled me considering that I ate faster than her when I wasn't starving half to death.

"I don't understand," I broke the silence in the car.

"What don't you understand?" Reyna questioned from the driver's seat. The passenger's seat was empty.

I turned to Sasha before replying with, "How does one eat so slowly when they've been starving half to death for two weeks?"

Reyna turned around and watched Sasha eat the applesauce.

"What the balls, Sasha?" Reyna responded as she turned her eyes back to the road just before she rear ended the car in front of us containing Amy, John, Augustus, and Hazel.

Sasha looked up from her lap where the jar of applesauce was before saying, "What? I can't eat very fast…"

"Why's that?"

She put the spoon back into the jar and handed it to me. I looked at her like she was crazy since she had only taken a few of bites since I had given it to her. It was obvious she knew it was mine and felt bad about eating it.

"It's not my food to eat," Sasha explained.

"That doesn't mean you eat slowly," I argued.

"I know. It's just that if I eat quickly I won't realize how much I'm eating and the person I stole it from won't have any left to eat."

"You didn't steal it from me though, I gave it to you."

"All the food I've ever eaten was stolen. I stole some from you once, Roxanne."

It took some time for me to understand what she meant and when I did it made me feel terrible. I had seen her somewhere before, about a year ago, when I was walking to the store to get food.

It had been a beautiful day, the sun was shining, there was a light breeze blowing, the grass and trees were unnaturally green, and I was walking to go get some groceries from the grocery store uptown. On my way there I saw a girl, who looked to be about twelve, curled up under a tree taking a nap in an old sleeping bag. She wore a ratty, old, torn up, dirty t-shirt and some jeans that had probably seen better days. Her shoes were so old and worn out it was a wonder that they hadn't fallen apart yet. Obviously she had been eating just enough to get by.

I stared at the girl as I walked by but forgot about her completely when I reached the store. Time passed quickly as I got the simple groceries my mom had sent me up here for as well as a candy bar, a soda, and a bag of chips as a treat for myself. As I headed back home I decided to sit under the tree I had seen the girl sleeping under and eat my snack if the girl was gone when I passed it again. I approached the tree and sat down under it with my back against the trunk and the groceries I bought to my right side. Once I finished my snack I headed back to my house so that the milk I had didn't spoil.

The first thing that happened when I got back was getting yelled at for taking an hour and a half at the store when it should have only taken about an hour. After that I was yelled at for only getting one loaf of bread instead of two. I was bewildered as to why there was only one loaf of bread when I was sure I bought two but couldn't remember if I actually had. Deciding not to argue with my mom, I just went with the idea that I probably forgot to buy it.

I looked at Sasha who seemed to be so ashamed that she was on the verge of crying.

"Please don't be mad at me," she sniffled.

I didn't understand why she was in tears. It was a year ago and it wasn't something that we could fix now anyway. What did she expect me to do? Beat her up and leave her to starve to death like the people who captured us? That wasn't the type of person I was, I was better than that. Besides, I was already growing attached, something I swore never to do after Eren, the only guy in our original group and the guy I had a major crush on, was torn to shreds by a walker.

"Look at me," I encouraged.

Sasha lifted her head up and turned to look at me. Tears were still welled up in her eyes.

"Now, I'm going to feed you and you're going to deal with it."

Ten minutes and a jar of applesauce later, Sasha had fallen asleep again on my shoulder. I petted her head like she was a little puppy when her breaths quickened and she began to slip into a traumatizing nightmare. That seemed to calm her down quite well seeing as she didn't wake up again until we pulled into the base. I was not prepared for what happened next.