Author's Note

Hey Guys,

So this may or may not be the last chapter you see from me in a few weeks. Remember the whole 2 weeks at camp thing. So yeah. Once again please leave reviews because, like I've said, they mean a lot.

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Riley's POV

Just a heads up, if you do find yourself in the middle of a zombie apocalypse keep in mind that you will never escape the torture of chores and responsibility.

"We all have to do something," Beth explained, "But now that there are a lot more people here, we trade off jobs."

"So how often do we actually have to do things?" I asked.

"Usually the adults handle the majority of things, but if you're really good at something, then you'll be asked to do more. You probably won't have to do more than a chore a day."

"What about you?"

"I don't really do many chores seeing as how I usually am taking care of Judith."

"Carl's little sister?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied with a sad tone. "There mom died soon after we moved in here."

"Oh..."

So you may be wondering what my lovely chore is today. Pulling weeds. The Prison had a farm so that when supply runs became a little harder, we would still have a source of food.

"So," Beth said. "Do you like it here?"
Open up, Riley. I reminded myself.

"Yeah," I said. "I mean its not home, but then again, this place is probably as good as it's going to get."

"I know what you mean." she said. "I lived on a farm before we came here."

"A farm." I said imagining it. "That must've been nice."

"What about you?" she asked. "Where was home before this?"

That was a hard question because I didn't know. Was it the place that felt like home or was it the house that was supposed to be my home.

"I'm not actually sure." I said. "Either is California or New Mexico."

Beth's eyes got a little wide. "How in hell did you wind up here?"

I laughed. "That is a long story."

We were finally done with pulling weeds. I wasn't expecting our job to have made a noticeable difference, but it did.

"Well, you have to promise to tell me sometime, okay?"

"Okay." I replied.

Carl's POV

It was later afternoon, but seeing as how I was addicted to this book, I wasn't getting caught up on the much needed sleep that I had missed out on the morning.

"Carl?" a voice said on the other side of my curtain.

I got up and drew back the curtain. Riley.

"Hey." I said, a little surprised at her showing up here.

"Hey." She said. "So I know this is a lot to ask, but you know the neighborhood where you guys picked me up?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Well, my stuff is still there and there are some things I would like to have..."

"And you want to know if we can go back and get it." I said with a sigh.

"Yeah." she said timidly.

"I would love to say yes, but I don't have that kind of say in things."

There was a look of extreme sadness in her eyes for a moment, but then it vanished.

"Yeah, yeah. That's fine."

"Wait." I said. "I'll ask my dad. Maybe on the next supply run we can get it."

She brightened, but even that only lasted for a moment.

"Thanks."