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And so the story continues. For the ones wondering; this sequel will have a length of 25 chapters, so enjoy while it lasts!

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Hello my sweet dearest,

The railroad wasn't that much fun after all. We ended up hitting the road till it got dark, and that's when things get interesting. We needed a place to hide. Well, they seemed to find it necessary. If it was up to me we'd just be walking all night long, getting jump scared and stuff. But sadly they didn't agree with my idea, so we ended up staying at some kind of cave alongside the road.

Well, it's more like a bump in a big rock, not really a cave. Grumpy went crafting and came back with some kind of party slings and hung that around the camp. Jenny made a fire and Grumpy also brought some squirrels to eat. They said they wanted to sleep inside the 'cave', but I'd prefer to stay on the outside.

For some reason, Grumpy really is trying to be nice to me. I have no idea why, but I think it's a way of earning my trust, so he can stab me in the back when I let down my guard. As if I'm letting that happen. Zoro thinks so too. He actually thinks I should kill them, since they're kind of dangerous.

I'm not sure if I agree with him, I wouldn't really mind getting rid of them, but I think they're kind of fun. And I really want to meet their people.

Jenny told me about her sister, Maggie, who's married to some guy called Glenn. I mean, isn't that super cute? You always hear the kinds of stories where there is a widow or a widower that lost his wife/husband in the apocalypse and that's their drive to keep living or to seek vengeance and blah, blah, blah….but you never hear stories about a badass couple that managed to stay alive until now!

I imagine like a Laura Croft-kind of lady with some Rambo-dude next to her. I bet they're totally like that and I can't wait to see!

And for that, I have to at least keep Jenny alive. Grumpy I can kill off, but that might not earn me much trust on Jenny's side, and I kind of need her. So I'll play it cool for now, but if Grumpy tries anything, he's dead.

Then I'll cut off his head and keep it as a trophy. Shoot him with his own arrows. Bash his head in with the crossbow. Drown him in his own blood. Use him as bait for creepers. Watch him get eaten. Pierce his chest with a sword. Put his body on a stake. Watch him bleed to death. Find a tank and crush him. Make soup of the remains. Cut off his limbs one by one. Force him to eat it. Pop out his eyes. Make a necklace out of his organs. Perform a surgery on him while he's still alive. Show him his own heart while I crush it in my fingers. Bury him alive leaving only his head above the ground. Make him listen to pop music till his hears bleed. Find out what allergies he has. Force him to drink gasoline and then set him on fire. Put a caterpillar in his ear and watch him go crazy. Use his blood as ink for my diary. Let a thousand beetles crawl over his body. Put a beehive on his head. Read him all the books of Twilight and make him watch all the movies. Make him read 'My Immortal'. Let him explain to me the meaning of 'Who's afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue?'. Make him write a story with his tongue as a pencil and pee as ink. Shave his head and put the hairs in his mouth. Blindfold him and push him down a ravine. Put a knife under his toenail and bump it into a tree. Pull out all his teeth and use it as a xylophone. Break all his bones one by one, ending with the skull. Cut off his nose and then say 'Got your nose!'. Put a dog poo bag over his head. Sew his mouth and tickle him till he rips it open from laughing. PieRce hiS BodY Multiple tiMES till HE Begs me to STOP. FORCE him to swallow HIS OWN arrows. Put A HoT potato IN HIS MOUTH and force him to SPEAK FRENCH. MAKE HIM DOWnload Windows 10 without throwing THE COMPUTER out the window. Pour WASABI IN HIS eyes. GLUE HIS nippLES TO HIS FOREHEAD. REPLACE HIS HANDS WITH KNIFES AND THEN MAKE HIM SCRATCH HIS OWN FACE. MAKE HIM SUFFER. KILL HIM. GLUE HIS HAND TO HIS FACE AND MAKE HIM RIP IT OFF. MAKE HIM WALK THROUGH A SWAMP ON HIGH HEELS WITH HIS HANDS TIED TO HIS BACK. KILL HIM. KILL HIM. MAKE HIM SUFFER. SUFFER. SUFFER. DEFORM HIS FACE TILL HE LOOKS LIKE A CHICKEN. TURN HIS ARMS INTO WINGS. STAB HIS BUTT. PUSH A BABY UP HIS ASS AND MAKE HIM GO INTO LABOUR. MAKE HIM SUFFER. REAL BAD. MAKE HIM EAT ORGANS. WHEN HE THROWS IT UP HE HAS TO EAT IT AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. TILL HE VOMITS OUT HIS STOMACH. HE HAS TO CUT IT OPEN AND EAT THE INSIDES AND THEN THE STOMACH AS WELL. OR HE CAN USE IT AS A HAT. MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER MAKE HIM SUFFER KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM.

Daryl

I look over my shoulder. Vicky still sits there on her own, writing furiously in her diary as if her life depends on it. Beth is resting, I promised to take first watch. I'll probably won't sleep tonight, not with her around. She may be the sweet innocent girl Beth sees when she looks at her, and she may be not. I don't think sympathy is something Vicky knows.

Keeping an eye on her, I make sure she doesn't suddenly turn around. I reach for my back pocket and lock my hand around a small notebook.

I don't know why I kept it. I don't know why I brought it with me after the prison fell. I don't understand why I went out of my way to retrieve it in the first place.

Since she left the prison I hadn't opened it. Not that there would be any new secrets written in there.

Staring at the dusty cover of the thing in my lap, I wonder if this might help her. Maybe, if she reads it, it will trigger her memory or something. Maybe it will bring her back.

There is still some of her left inside of that demon sitting a few feet away from me. I know it. I saw it just a few hours ago. It's a needle in a haystack that sometimes pops up without being called for. The haystack is a mess, a dangerous mess that keeps you awake at night, and it should. An unpredictable mess that can be shot when necessary. I don't take any chances. If we can't find the needle, it's over.

"Oopsy daisy!" I hear her voice say, and a second later the ropes I had hung around our camp start to rumble. Groaning and slipping feet through the leafs. The sound of walkers.

I quickly throw the book inside the cave and grab my crossbow. Vicky jumps from her place, her hand inside her robes. A knife appears in her hand and she runs head first into the group.

I lunge back and shake Beth awake. "We got trouble."

There's about a dozen of them, quite the number.

"They are food and we are hunters!" Vicky sings, while jumping around. She pins down two undead at once, and retrieves her knife with scaring ease. She fights of three at once.

I shoot a couple that get to close to the cave, as I see Beth grab her knife and stand next to me.

"Fooooooood!" Vicky screams.

"Shut up! You're only making it worse!" I shout at her. She turns her head towards me and sticks out her tongue. While doing that, a walker gets hold of one of the blankets wrapped around her. He pulls at it.

"Pervert!" Vicky shouts, planting her knife in the middle of its forehead. But the robes have already fallen off, revealing her body, which is nothing more than skin pulled over bones. And also several bite marks.

"What the…." I manage to say, before shooting another walker that gets too close. Vicky keeps dancing around, in her underwear this time. I hear Beth gasp next to me.

When our camp is filled with corpses, I make my way over to the girl that thinks she's doing a solo dance routine. I aim my crossbow at her head.

"How long have you been bit?!" I ask. Vicky stops, and slowly turns around. Her face is blank, no emotion to be seen.

"What do you mean, bit?"

"You've been bit several times!" Beth says, pointing at the half circles covering her arms and most of her upper body. There are some that have already skin tissue over them, as if it's been a long time since it happened. Others are only red crusted, it happened more recent. It's almost as if these aren't walker bites.

Vicky shrugs. "So? Nothing happened. I'm not sick or anything."

"Stop lying" I say, stepping closer the crossbow is almost touching her forehead. My finger is on the trigger.

"I'm not lying" Vicky sighs, grabbing her blankets from the ground. While wrapping them around her again she hums a song I don't know and I'm reminded of how insane she is again. "Can you get that thing out of my face? It's annoying."

"Not until you tell me the truth" I say, and she rolls her eyes. "Were you bit by a walker?"

"Yes" she says without hesitation. I narrow my eyes, but don't lower my weapon. She sighs annoyed. "You're gonna make me kill you if you don't put away that thing right now."

I don't respond. I see Beth gesturing something to me from the corner of my eye, but I don't dare to move away from the psycho in front of me. Vicky's eyes glimmer dangerously.

"I'm serious" she says, grinding her teeth. "Do you wanna die this bad?"

I see her tighten the grip around her knife, and I'm starting to think she's actually gonna do it.

"Daryl, just stop it" Beth whispers with a trembling voice. She should say that to her.

"Listen to Jenny, Grumpy" Vicky says, her voice sounding lower than usual. Then she ducks, quicker than I can pull the trigger. The arrow hits the tree behind her, and pierces through the wood. When it stops shaking, I look down.

Vicky is holding her knife in front of where my navel is supposed to be. She looks up with an insane smile, her blue eyes widened. "Told yah."

She jumps up, pushes down the crossbow, and aims for the heart. I can evade a fatal wound my stepping a to the left. The knife pierces my shoulder.

"Fuck!" I hiss, kicking the girl off of me. She pulls the knife back and lands on her feet. She leans backwards and lets out a laughter.

Beth moves quickly, standing in front of me while I fall to my knees, pushing my hand on the wound.

"Get away from here" I hear Beth say. She's holding up a gun in the crazy girl's face. All Vicky can do is laugh.

"You too are just pathetic!" she says, almost sounding hatefully. "Grow up already!"

Beth takes a step forward. "I said leave!"

Vicky shrugs. "I was about to anyways. Thanks for the laughs." Before turning around, she eyes me. "Just so you know; I was planning to kill you. I still am, actually. So watch your back, 'kay?"

Then she leaves, but Beth doesn't turn away until the silhouette of the redhead has completely disappeared in the night.