Well I thought I would have had more reviews, but I guess not. Thank you to the few that do leave reviews, you guys are the reasons why I keep updating; even if the updates aren't as frequent as I want them to be. I hope you guys enjoy this update, and when you are down and when/ if you decide to review just add in the review who you think is in the woods with Daryl... personally I think it's Noah. You're thoughts are?

And also the part in italics during the chapter is a dream Carl is having...

Chapter Seven

His touch was driving me crazy, it was as if he lit a fire on my hand, and it was traveling up my arm, up my neck, making my lips tingle, and filling my head with fireworks. Was this normal, maybe I was getting sick? When he pulled away I felt a twinge in my stomach, I wasn't sure what that meant, but I know I didn't want him to do that.

I sighed and leaned back, so my back was propped against the couch. My hair fell back, giving me a clear view of the room around me. There were dusty old book cases in front of me. There was a dirty old rug in the middle of the floor, a grandfather clock to my right, beds and couches spread across the room, one couch blocked the front door entrance. The whole room was a mess, and it continued to remind me that the outside world was not how it used to be, and that made me wonder even more. "Do you think this world will ever go back the way it used to be?" I asked, hoping for the answer that I so desperately wanted to hear. I didn't want to have to face the world knowing what lies ahead for all of us. "I don't know. I guess we have to have hope that one day, maybe it will, because if we don't have hope then what are we living for?" I picked my head up, and looked at Carl. His hat sitting next to him on the floor, his face showed of exhaustion and dirt. He was sitting close enough to me that I could feel his body heat against mine, only making the room seem hotter than it actually was. I licked my lips, and before I knew what I was doing, I was leaning into him. He leaned in closer to me as well, not sure what I was doing, or what would happen, I stayed still waiting for Carl to do something.

"Ahem."

The voice startled me, and I jumped back, my face felt as if I just pulled it out of a fire, and my heart was pounding so hard I knew the whole house could hear it. I adverted my eyes to my feet, not wanting to look at who had caught us.

"You better start packing up, we are going to be on the road in a little bit, oh and Carl, why don't you go upstairs and make sure there aren't any more comic books hiding anywhere." Michonne instructed. Carl nodded, and scurried off upstairs, leaving me and Michonne alone for the first time.

"Hannah, I'm here if you need anything, or if you need another girl to talk to."

I nodded, I wasn't sure if I could trust her or not, she was so intimidating. As for Daryl, I didn't trust him either, he seemed closed off, and like Michonne, very intimidating, not the kind of people I wanted to be around. Rick was ok, I trusted him, he helped me, and saved my life.

The sun was beginning to set, and that's when everybody came into what was once a living room, Rick had called for Carol to come down, and that he did, with a stack of comic books in his arms just like Michonne had asked from him. "What's going on?" Carl asked, eyeing everyone in the room.

"We will leave tomorrow at sun up. We are going to try to find a place that is secure enough for all of us. Maybe a place with fences, and a place where we can plant fruit and vegetables, we can settle down again, we can start over."

That night I couldn't sleep. I felt alone, and empty. My thoughts drifted back to the prison. We settled down, we had fences, we had a system, we had food, we were happy. I didn't want to argue with my dad about finding a new place to settle down, but deep down I knew it would never be the same as it was. I knew that it couldn't be the same; it was too bold on any of us to do such a thing. But there was still a small part of me, still filled with hope, and maybe… just maybe we could find a place where we could settle back down, maybe even rebuild the lives we used to have, heal from the damage, and start over.

I woke up to the warmth of the sun on my skin; it felt good, and warm. I lifted my arm up to block the sun from my eyes as I opened them. "Carl…. Carl... come inside for some lunch." Mom was calling out to me. I didn't realize how hungry I was until she mentioned food. I jumped up from the lawn and ran into the house were mom had made sandwiches, chips, and cut up watermelon and juice. My stomach growled at the sight, and I smiled up at my mom and thanked her. "But can we eat outside? Pleeeeeeaaasseeee!" I begged her. She smiled, and ran her fingers through my hair, ruffling it up like she always did. "Of course, I will just go get the blanket." I smiled, and waited until she had it, then I followed her outside with the food. We both sat down and started eating. I loved days like this, these were the best times for me, young and carefree, relaxed... happy. How peaceful the world was around us, and daddy would come home, and ruffle my hair, and place a kiss on my head, before kissing mommy, and steeling a potato chip from her plate, and she would pretend she didn't notice. But these dreams never lasted long… a dark, ugly cloud always seemed to interrupt. It was rolling in like with a thunderous stomp, filling the sky with its dreary color, and forcing us indoors. Rain soon followed, soaking everything in its vicinity, and locking us up until it decided to pass.