Wow chap ten that was fast lol. Maybe this isn't what I promised but I still hope you enjoy. There's going to be a time skip in the next chap. You probably know where it's going considering I do actually follow the story line.

Anyhow I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy and leave a review. :)

Chapter ten: Forgot to Remember

Shadows in the sun
Filter through us
Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child
Confession rejected
We grow up
To give up
People step on the cracks for wounds owed paid back
Through the words of surrender

I feel it on the inside
Twisting and contorting
Memory has shaped me once again
Still feel you on the inside
Biting through and stinging
Will I ever forget to remember?

Angel woke calmly and turned over to look at Daryl but he wasn't there. She felt sad nor angry but confused. How did she not hear him leave? She stood then clipping her knifes and pistols on. The bright moonlight burned from the small window a few feet away. Something felt off but it wasn't that feeling you got when something terrible was about to happen.

She stood and walked to the living room silently seeing that all the make shift beds were empty besides Jewel sleeping on a small pallet. For a moment she thought they had left her and that actually scared her. She fled to the door and opened it hearing small cries and yells. What the hell was going on? She ran to the direction of the cries and found everyone standing around a body laying down. She pushed passed T-Dog and Glen and studied the form with curiosity.

She stumbled back grabbing her mouth as her heart jumped in beats. It was Dale a walker had gotten to him and ripped his stomach open. The walker was dead lying away from the man. Angel looked at them all. "Do something," she begged softly. They just starred at Dale ignoring her. She walked over and knelled down on one knee. She rubbed the man's whiskered face trying to sooth away the pain. He was alive but shocked. He was going to die though Angel couldn't deny it.

She pulled out her pistol ready to put him out of his misery but she just rested the barrel against his forehead. When Dale looked into her eyes tears escaped hers. The look he gave was something heart breaking yet unreadable, maybe it was fear, anger; she didn't know. She gave a small whimper before pulling the gun away. "I can't do it," she said stumbling back to her feet. She couldn't kill someone who had been such a good man even if it was helping him. She turned to leave unable to look at the scene any longer.

A gunshot met her ear and she jumped with a gasp. Rick had shot Dale and put him out of his misery. She wouldn't dare look back but took off in a run to the house wiping her tears away. She fled back to the room and something possessed her. She began ripping drawers out of the dresser until she found a notebook. She tore the clean untouched pages out and threw the notebook on the floor.

She flopped down on the bed taking her pack and bringing Lunar's journal out. She took her knife and cut the paper to match the journal's size; before taking out the small first aid kit she carried and took some needle and thread out sowing the pages into the small leather book. She placed the needle back into the kit after taking out a black pen. She tossed the kit aside and started writing with uncommon speed and motive.

Entry 1 by Angel,

The world has gone to shit. I just seen a good man die his stomach ripped down the middle. I should've been able to put him out of his misery but I couldn't do it. He was such a good man out of all the survivors in the group he was the last one to deserve to fall. We were on the same side about killing a boy . . . we didn't want to when everyone else thought it was best.

He deserves to be remembered just like Lunar. I think in the end he lost hope for this new world to be good and keep it's humanity. Honestly I really can't blame him . . . I'm surprised I haven't lost it myself but I'll keep going. This is the dream to see a world that's good. This is what my fallen brethren wanted to carry out and make real. Until my last breath I will fight for it. I can't promise I can keep these people safe but I won't let them lose their humanity. I promise that much and I will pass it to them to pass along and just maybe one day it'll happen.

She tossed it aside into her pack with the pen before crawling back up to the pillows. She hoped she would wake up and it was all just a dream but it wasn't. She didn't want to face that truth; it was too much for her at that moment. She closed her eyes praying to fall into a dream not caring whether it was pleasant or hellish. Anything was better then reality. Reality was so cruel and bleak.

She finally gave up on the hope of falling into a sleep where she could stay forever. She turned roughly laying on her back and starred at the ceiling.

Sun light leaked from the small window slowly. How long had she lain there? Eternity it seemed but it was only a few hours. Her mind was fragile and weak at that point. The scene was all just a reminder no matter how good of a person you are, death won't forget you. Reminded her just how fragile life was; here and gone the next type of shit. "Please tell me it was just a dream," she said to the air expecting it to answer back. Only silence carried out.

She finally pushed herself up hugging her knees. "Ok it isn't I get it," she said angrily. The anger she felt was the only thing that got her on her feet. She put on all her gear not feeling comfortable enough to leave it behind. She decided she could eat something maybe it'd help her snap back to her former self.

Everyone was gathered at the table when she entered the kitchen. She took a seat and a plate had been set out for her. Lori had done that for her all the time and if she didn't eat it she'd put it away without saying anything. She picked at her food taking a bite here and there having a lot of trouble swallowing it. There were no words spoken up until Angel spoke. "Are we going to have a service for Dale?" she asked softly not looking up from the food.

"Yes," Rick answered from across her. "Right after we finish eating." Angel nodded slowly pushing her plate away suddenly disgusted with it. She may have taken a bite or two. She crossed her hands in her lap fiddling with her fingers. The silence was mind shattering she had to escape it. She fled the table without a word and no one bothered stopping her.

She pushed the front door opened before walking down the steps having an awful feeling. She looked at the barn that was over in the distance. She ran to it feeling possessed once again. She was going to talk to the boy and find out what kind of person he really was. Intimidation made it a lot easier. That's why she cut her hand with her knife and painted her face in the blood. Before going in she tied a rag around the gash on the inside of her hand. She took the silver dagger out of her boot and picked the lock holding the door shut.

She entered letting her eyes rest on the boy in the corner. He had been fighting the handcuffs until she entered. She took a small stool and sat in front of him. She just starred at him for a long moment before removing his blindfold with a frown. "You should be scared as hell right now," she said in a deep voice twirling the small dagger over in her fingers. "All this talk of killing you and what not. I'm going to ask you a few questions and you're going to answer honestly or . . ." she gave a small menacing laugh tracing the dagger along his face without cutting him.

"If we were to let you go would you bring your people back?" she asked starring daggers into him. He just starred at her with a fearful gaze. That annoyed her. It was a yes or no question that could be answered with a nod. She traced the dagger over his cheek once again before cutting the gag he had on away in a flash. "Well?"

"No I won't I promise," he answered lowly. The fear he carried out in his words was genuine but he was lieing, and she knew it.

"There are kids here. Could you live with the fact that they were killed just for revenge? Could you?" she asked making him look her in the eyes. He nodded a no. Yet another lie. "I'm the Devil! And I have a special fucking way of dealing with liars," she stated laughing hysterically. "Cut their tongues out so they can weave no more lies and put pins in their ears so they have no influence. Boy you're gonna die so you better get right with whatever god you were taught to believe in! This new world won't have room for liars." She replaced the gag and blindfold laughing lowly.

So maybe she was having way too much fun messing with the kid but she knew now he was a liar. She hated liars. She left the barn replacing the lock just as it was before. She wiped the blood from her face with a rag hoping she got most of it. But honestly she didn't really care.

She walked further away stumbling across the memorial service for Dale. She kept her distance but attended never the less. She wanted to say a few words for the man but she held her tongue and let Rick do it. It had did a great job too. Before anyone had the chance to notice her she left the spot returning to the house. As she walked through the door crying met her ears. She walked to the spare room and opened the door slowly. Jewel was laid out crying.

Angel closed the door softly and sat beside her. "Darlin' what's wrong?" she asked sincerely.

"Dale died . . . Sophia died . . . everyone's going to die Angel. Carl, you, Daryl, and everyone. Even me."

"Baby," Angel began in a hushed tone. She rubbed the small of the girl's back trying to comfort her. "It's life . . . it's going to happen at some point but you can't be scared of it. You need to enjoy the time you do have with them. Even after they're gone you still have memories of the time you were with them . . . Is there anything I can do to make you feel better darlin'?"

"Don't ever leave me." She sat up wiping her blue eyes. She looked at Angel with a look that made make her do anything for the little girl. "You can't leave me . . . Sunny told me one day you would but you can't. I won't make it without you. I love you Angel." She wrapped Angel in a death grip of a hug whimpering. Angel paused for a long minute. One day she would leave Jewel maybe not on purpose. There was no way she could promise such a thing. She finally wrapped Jewel in her arms and brought her closer letting her chin rest on the girl's head.

"I love you two Jewel. Everything will get better you'll see." She felt like crying but for once no tears met her eyes. A long time passed where they just sat there saying nothing.

"Angel!" Someone yelled opening the door. It was Carl. "Come quick its Shane! Dad wants you!" he said quickly. Angel looked at Jewel pushing her away.

"Stay with Carl darlin'," she said standing up running past Carl and outside. She ran to the group gathered around Shane.

"The fucker jumped me! He got out the barn snatched my piece when I went after him," Shane was explaining. His nose was busted up pretty bad. Angel glared at him something felt really off about the whole thing.

"That kid got the better of you Shane?" Angel questioned suspiciously eyeing him while crossing her arms.

"I'm telling you the bastard jumped me! If me and Rick go now I think we can catch up to him." Angel took Rick gently by the arm and pulled him out of ear range. She starred up at him with an unreadable expression.

"Rick something's not right," she warned, letting his arm go. "Don't go with Shane alone." He paused for a moment taking in a deep breath.

"Angel it'll be ok . . . if we're not back in an hour I want you, Glen, and Daryl to start looking for the boy ok." Angel glared at the ground but gave a small nod before he walked away with Shane.

"Something bad is going to happen," she mumbled to herself watching them leave.

"What?" Daryl asked behind her. He had just passed her to leave but he heard her mumbling to herself. She turned around slowly and looked at him with a sad look.

"Something is wrong. Something bad is going to happen I feel it in my gut." Her voice was void of emotion. Nine out of ten times when she felt like that a tragedy followed. She was scared.

He starred at her, "Everything will be ok." She gave a weak smile trying not to sound like a broken record. She walked away but stopped and turned around on her heal.

"Come get me in an hour. We'll go looking for them then." She left then not looking back. She had no clue what she would do for that hour. Her anxiety was making it very difficult to concentrate long enough to even decide which direction to walk in.

She finally was able to calm it enough to sit down. She started playing with her weapons, wiping them down, loading her guns and sharpening her knifes. It was actually a bit soothing and kept her mind off everything that was going on around her. She couldn't avoid the obvious for long though.

Daryl walked up to her without saying anything. She knew it was time. "Let's go," she said sheaving her knife and placing the flint stone in her pocket. She stood quickly. "Where's Saint at?"

"Glen? He waiting at the edge for us." She gave small nod and stepped up her tempo as he led the way.

"We don't have long before dark," she stated walking beside him on a mission. Her anxiety was all but gone but that feeling wasn't.

"Yea I know. We ain't got any time to waste." He picked up the pace when Glen started walking ahead of them as they entered the wood line.

"You ok?" Glen asked grabbing her shoulder as she caught up.

"Yea." She lied shrugging his hand off. There were no words for a long time between any of them. The woods got dark before anywhere else. It grew dark quick. While the other two used flashlights she just let her sight and hearing heighten to blend. She put a bit of distance between herself and them to keep her state keen.

"Hey Angel check this out," Glen called back as they stopped. Angel quickly walked to the spot. Studying the ground they were looking at.

"Looks like they got in a fight here," she stated looking around. "Look at this." She pointed to a tree that had blood on it. "Huh." She shrugged before walking around it. Her foot kicked something metal under the leaves. She stopped and moved the leaves. She couldn't see what it was because the flashlights had dimmed her senses. "Hey can I get some light," she said lowly looking back at Glen and Daryl.

Daryl walked to her shining the light down in front of her. She picked the item up seeing it was a gun. "That's Shane's gun," Glen said from behind. Nothing had to be said they knew exactly what she was thinking. She stood and kept venturing around not to far from them.

Something grabbed her and growled. She drew her knife before elbowing whatever it was. It was a walker. She threw the knife in its eyes and kneeled down to the body as Daryl and Glen ran toward her. They shined the light down at the body. It was the kid. She felt bad then for telling the boy he was going to die. Maybe she had jinxed him. Angel slapped the thing's face noticing his neck had been snapped. "His neck's broke," she stated standing up and taking a step back.

Daryl studied the body coming to a shocking conclusion. "There's no bites or scratches," he said standing back up. Angel had an idea what that meant but she kept her thoughts silent.

"We should go back," she said pulling her knife out its eye. They nodded in agreement with her. The walk back was faster going then coming.

They walked out of the tree line stumbling across something awful. A herd was moving through. There had to be more then two hundred walkers. Angel stumbled back in shock. "Holy shit," she mumbled. "Jewel."

"Come on we got to get out of here," Daryl said shaking her from behind. She turned and faced him quickly.

"No I have to find Jewel." She saw Glen sprinting towards the house. "Glen wait!" she yelled after him. "Shit!" She shrugged Daryl off.

"We gotta go!" he repeated grabbing her arm and stopping her from running.

"No you have to go! I gotta find Jewel and make sure the others are safe." She grabbed both sides of his face before planting a short soft kiss upon his lips. "I love you! Now go!" She yelled pushing him away. He was shocked.

She ran to the house as fast as her feet would carry her and that was pretty damn quick. Hershel walked out carrying a shotgun from the house. People were arguing and screaming as well. She stopped. "Hershel where's Jewel?" she screamed. He didn't answer her only starred at her.

A scream made a chill run up her spine and she ran for it. She drew her machete and pistol knocking down any walker that got in her way. She made it to Lori who was fighting to go and find Rick and Carl. Jewel was with them. It was T-dog, Beth, and Lori. Patricia had fallen. She passed the poor woman on the way to them. It made it easier to slip past the walkers that were eating her alive.

"I have to find Rick and my boy!" Lori yelled pushing T-Dog.

"No!" Angel yelled running to them. "Lori you have to go!" there wasn't time for this. She turned to T-Dog grabbing Jewel up. "T-Dog take Jewel and get her and Lori out of here please." He gave a nod taking the girl in his amrs.

"Where are you going?" he yelled as she turned to run away.

"To find the others and make sure they're ok! Go now!" she yelled back before running to her bike and hopping on cranking it. She ripped out and shot and cut her way through the chaos. She saw that Glen, Maggie, and Daryl were all ok. Another scream met her ears and she stopped spinning the bike around. Andrea was trapped. She sped off and stopped by her after shooting her clip out drawing her other pistol.

"Andrea!" Angel screamed angrily. "Get on!"

"They left me," she cried.

"Well I didn't get on!" Andrea didn't protest, she ran and hopped behind Angel and they sped off. Angel passed the barn, which was on fire. They made it to the wood line barely making it past the bigger parts of the herd. They weren't out of trouble yet.

The bike squealed and cut off. The engine had locked up and it was useless. A group of walkers were right behind them. Angel pulled Andrea off the bike and grabbed her shoulders. She knew what had to be done. "Andrea listen to me and listen close," she said shaking the woman's shoulders. "You run and you don't look back. I'll hold them off!"

"No Angel you can't!"

"This isn't a fucking debate. Now you go and find the rest of the group! Go damn it!" She pushed Andrea away reloading her guns. The woman ran, as Angel had demanded. The walkers were close now and she was ready.

She drew both her pistols waiting. She started shooting as fast as she could pull the triggers. She made every bullet count as she cut the number down. She let the clips fall out her gun before she replaced them with once last set of clips. She started walking backwards as they got closer. She shot the last of the bullets before turning and running as fast as she could.

She didn't know how long she had been running but her legs finally collapsed from under her. She tried bracing against a tree but it was useless she was out of fuel. She laid down breathing heavily as tears ran down her face. Day light was near and she could see better now. but nothing mattered. "Angel!" someone screamed in her ear.

She opened her eyes and looked up. She was hallucinating. Lunar stood over her glaring down at her. "What the fuck do you want?" she yelled at him.

"Get the fuck up!" he demanded slapping her face. "You're not done yet!"

"I can't!" she cried loudly punching the air where he was supposed to be but it didn't faze him. Never even touched him.

"So tats' all she's got. Damn shame if ye' ask me," Sunny said beside her. "An' she was 'pose ta' be tha' strongest out of all us! Feckin' pussy in me opinion." He patted her forehead before standing up.

"She can do it!" Lunar yelled, standing over her glaring at Sunny. "Suck it up Hellfire!" He starred down at her.

"Fuck you!" she screamed at both of them before getting up with a lot of effort and started stumbling with the two trailing her going on about this and that. She wanted them the hell away from her. A small white spot shone behind some thick trees and bushes. She started running for it nearly falling a few times but she kept going. She ran into a small opening. And the white had been a side of a house.

She kicked in the front door ignoring the two babbling behind her. She blocked the door with a sturdy table attempting to block Lunar and Sunny out as well. She walked through but darkness played in front of her eyes and she passed out in the middle of the floor.

She awoke to a moist sensation playing on her cheek. She grunted pushing herself up a little. At least it was still daylight. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her eyes laid upon a half grown wolf pup standing over her. He licked her cheek once again wagging his tail. At first she thought she was hallucinating again but she reached up and ran her fingers through its solid black fur. One of its eyes was blood red and the other a pale blue color.

It was nearly as big as Angel herself but she knew it wasn't fully-grown considering its face wasn't completely developed. "What you want?" she asked it as it stepped away from her and laid on his stomach. He cocked his head to the side letting one of his ears droop down. She glared at it. "Well fine just stare at me like I'm stupid." She got up on unsteady legs before moving the table from the door. She walked outside and decided she needed to keep moving before that group of walkers found her. She sighed rubbing her face. She then proceeded in one direction not sure what to do now. She had all but forgot the others.

A whimper sounded behind her. She turned and saw the wolf sitting down starring at her. "Oh no you can't come," she told it. It whimpered again. She grunted. "Ok fine but I'm not feeding you." The dog jumped up and wagged its tail running beside Angel. He looked like he was smiling.

"Hell of a companion," Lunar said smiling beside her.

"Seriously what the fuck do you and Sunny want?" she asked starring at him.

"Ta' make sure ye' keep goin'," Sunny said appearing beside the wolf. "I think ye' should name 'im Mutt." He smiled.

"Mutt it is," she mumbled pressing forward.

A few hours later she found herself in an abandoned town. She went through each building one at a time until she stumbled across a bar that had a loft upstairs. The place was full of supplies as well. She looked at Mutt who had that smile painted on his snout. "What you think boy? We could stay here." The dog wagged his tail happily before tugging on Angel's leg playfully. "Oh you want to go a round?" she laughed and he yipped at her happily.