A.N.: Ok, so I've already had everything figured out up until Grady Memorial. After that, I'm going to need to think...Well, I already have this weird habit of thinking about upcoming chapters whilst showering. Ok...Chapter 10!


Sophia couldn't stop running. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop. She just went straight. She ran past a few walkers, not bothering to kill them. She was trying to think about where she would stay for the night.

She was going to die by herself. The only time she had been alone was that little bit of time before she met Pat and Abby in the woods. That was it. She had been taken care of the entire time. She'd been behind walls, she had spent many nights in houses, she had slept in a minivan and libraries, and all those times, she had been with people.

Once she caught sight of a road, she came to a stop.

Everything that had just happened came flooding through her head. Her legs went limp and she dropped down to the ground. Her heart was beating abnormally fast and she felt lost. She had that childhood feeling you get when you're in the store and you don't see your parents.

She wept, she wasn't sobbing, but weeping. She let out a scream-like sound and coughed.

She just realized walkers probably heard that and were going to investigate.

She didn't want to get up. She wanted to stay in her ball form.

But she didn't want to die, did she?

She pushed herself up with the help of her hands and the ground.

The heat was getting to her. The humidity was nearly unbearable. She felt as if she couldn't breathe.

She picked up her rifle and readjusted her backpack.

A walker groaned and made its way over to her. She positioned her gun and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Nothing.

Empty.

She turned it around and smashed the walker's head into a tree with the butt of the gun.

She wiped the mushy bits off on the tree. She didn't want that stuff on her.

She walked along the road, stopping every now and then to catch her breath.

She didn't know what she was thinking, wearing a long sleeved shirt. She knew how the weather was that time of year.

After about maybe a half an hour of walking, she came across a neighborhood. It looked nice. It had white houses and blue-ish grey roofs. She walked along, looking for one that could've been trustworthy.

She found one. She stepped onto the porch and turned the doorknob. It was locked.

Of course.

She flipped over the welcome mat, and there was indeed, a key.

She wondered what possessed the owners to put the key in such an obvious, yet undetectable spot.

She put the key in the hole and turned it.

The interior was lovely. Floral wallpaper and light yellow curtains covering the windows. The stairs were directly in front of the front door. She closed the it behind her. The living room had a light blue couch and a brown recliner against the wall.

She found a bathroom door, which was right by the stairs and the front door.

She opened it.

Nothing.

Clear.

The kitchen, which was located past the dining room, which was by the living room, wasn't fully stocked, but it had enough food to last her a while.

The upstairs was what worried her the most.

Bathroom.

Clear.

Bedroom.

Clear.

Another bedroom.

Two (seemingly) elderly corpses were on a queen sized bed, gunshots through their foreheads. She investigated another bathroom, which had a door from the bedroom. Another corpse was in the bathtub. A pistol was on a bath mat and an arm hung over the edge of the tub. The corpse had a gunshot through the temple.

The stench was horrendous.

She picked up the gun and exited the rooms and went back to the hall.

She thought about moving the bodies and taking them outside.

But that would be a lot of work.

Besides, she would be gone in maybe a day or two.

She went back into that bathroom and grabbed a can of Febreeze and sprayed it throughout the entire bedroom and bath.

As it was nearing night, Sophia went into the kitchen and searched for something to eat. She wanted to save other things for later.

She found a can of baked beans and a fondue set.

The fondue set was just a ceramic bowl with something to hold a tealight candle and the bowl.

She put the beans in the bowl. She searched the drawers for a lighter. Once found, she lit the candle and placed it carefully in its holder. She stirred the beans with a spoon every now and then, wanting it to cook faster.

The beans were a success. It took longer than desired for them to cook, but it was worth it.

She went up to what must've been the guest bedroom. She put her backpack down on a chair in the corner of the room along with the rifle. The bed was still neatly made.

Did she lock the door?

She rushed downstairs and checked.

Nope.

She locked it and headed back upstairs.

It was very dark. She had a flashlight with her. She changed into a pair of clothes she found in the dresser drawer. She didn't exactly feel safe, but she felt safe enough to climb underneath the covers.

Once her head hit the pillow, she remembered the events of the day. Not that she wasn't thinking of them at all, just not heavily.

She was alone again. She regretted all of the feelings she had when she reunited with Momma. Was this her punishment for feeling the way she did? When she had first arrived at the prison, she was happy to be back. She was somewhat social, like she was when she was away. But overtime, any progress she had made of being social and talkative had gotten lost. She had just become awkward around other people. She didn't understand it. She didn't understand herself.


A.N.: Yeah, so I know not much happened here, but it's just a starter. Next chapter I will want to jump to maybe Carol a little bit. Just to touch on her a little. I also got super distracted writing this! I ended up listening to the Grease soundtrack (the original) and it made things difficult.

thedarkpokemaster: Even though Sophia wasn't really all too grateful to be back with Carol, what Rick did was a surefire guarantee to piss her off. How do you figure shit out? o.0

Don 77: I like that. "A shock of a chapter" Thank you so much! You're gonna have to see with the whole Lizzie Mika thing. I musn't tell.

Ok, so I'll update soon and please review!