Logan

Logan remembers a significant moment that afternoon on the lake with Andrea, one which he can't get out of his mind, even now. He had been dodging Amy's questions the entire time, particularly ones about his family, and eventually she had given up her flirtatious conversation and gone ahead with the fish while Logan and Andrea gathered the equipment.

"I think my sister has a crush on you." Andrea smirks just a little bit.

Logan hands her the fishing poles, chuckles and feels his cheeks redden. He isn't sure what to say. Amy's a sweet girl, pretty, friendly. A few years younger than Logan. But he doesn't reciprocate her feelings. Maybe he just isn't looking for anything like that now. Especially now.

"What?" says Andrea, clocking his embarrassment. "You're not used to girls liking you?"

"Not really."

"So you had no one special before? No wife? Girlfriend?"

"There were a few girls, not many. Nothing serious," he admits.

Andrea wobbles in the boat as she steps out on to land, Logan steadying her. Then she looks back. "Me either," she says.

"Guess things are just easier on your own sometimes. Found that out the hard way."

He stands in the boat, feeling it rock gently as Andrea's features wrinkle slightly, curious.

"Before the outbreak I hadn't really seen my family for some time," he explains. He isn't sure why he's so keen to open up to Andrea when he was so reluctant with her sister. Maybe it was Andrea's lack of interest in him that made it easier for him to talk to her. "My sister and I didn't part on good terms...but I had to get away. I just preferred it...on my own."

Andrea stares at him, the sun soaking her hair, her skin, making her glow as she peers out at him from the shade of her straw hat – those blue eyes shining, reflecting the gleam of the water around them. She looks like she understands. And for a second he feels strange, like he's lifting out the boat and all gravity has failed and Andrea's watching as he floats away.

"You're not going to cry, are you?" she asks. "Because you know we have a rule about that."

He laughs.

It seems like only moments ago that Logan was looking at Andrea, feeling the warmth on his skin, closing his eyes only to open them, hours later, on a scene of chaos.

Nobody had seen them coming under the cover of darkness. And even though Logan knows it's impossible, it seems like the attack was planned.

One second Amy was fine, stepping out of the RV. The next a geek walks up to her and takes a bite right out of her arm.

Now all Logan can hear is Andrea's screaming and crying and several infected around the camp being bashed and stabbed and stomped to death. Amy's had a chunk taken out of her neck and there's blood everywhere and now Andrea is holding her and sobbing.

Shane's shooting through a cluster of other geeks. Too many to count, grabbing and biting at people. Morales smashes one of them with a baseball bat while Dale picks up a rifle and starts firing. One of the guys, Jim, kills the one that attacked Amy.

Andrea's kneeling over her, crying. Logan grabs one of the geeks heading for them and throws it to the ground. It seems so much like a man. The weight, the shape. But it's not. It's not a man. He remembers what happened in the store when he couldn't kill it. He hadn't killed that many. Only one. But now he stamps on its head and crushes it until its skull is dented and all this disgusting liquid comes spilling out. He doesn't stop until he's sure it's dead and Logan's foot is drenched in blood and brains.

Holding back that retching sensation, he picks up a rock. Geeks are still wandering the camp, being picked off one by one. His breathing hardens, pains shooting through his chest. He swings the rock at one of the creatures and watches as it falls to the ground, then brings the blow to its skull again and again. Then another one – he kicks it down and the rock plummets into its face harder and harder.

Everyone's screaming, heading for the RV. Then Logan spins round as he hears gunshots.

Rick, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog are back, charging furiously towards the camp and taking out the rest of the geeks until they're all dead.

And Andrea's still weeping over her sister. Logan stands behind her, watching the light leaving Amy's eyes. She's gone, Logan thinks, breathing heavily, skin and clothes splattered with a putrid red colouring.

It's happening all over again