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Carl

My dad's asleep. That doesn't happen very often. And here I thought he'd slept enough after being unconscious for a couple days. But no, he's snoring like a pig.

Michonne also appears to be sleeping, but I'm not sure. She has her katana under her head, with one hand on the shaft. She doesn't move at all, even her breathing is unnoticeable. She sometimes reminds me of a cat.

I don't know why I woke up this early, but I'm not the only one. Vicky, who's just following us around for no reason. She doesn't know who we are, she's changed drastically herself, and she doesn't even want to go to this Terminus place. Why is she even here?

I turn my head towards the redhead, who leans back against a tree, her kneels pulled up and that filthy wolf toy in her lap.

We decided we should stay close to the railroad for the night, but also hide. That's how we found ourselves about a mile from the rail, lying in the mud like it's nobody's business. We almost look like a team now, with me, my dad and Michonne just as dirty as Vicky.

She seems to be very into whatever she's writing down at the moment, the paper leaning on her knees like a table, and sometimes mumbles non particular words like 'must' and 'good'.

Back in the prison, I often saw her write down things in a notebook, and she was always very patient and careful when doing so. Now, she just carried around loose papers and a pencil behind her ear. I once got a glance of one of the pages. Her writing style had always been worse than a doctor's for as long as I know her. But this time around…it seemed more like some weird piece of art no one understands and is very expensive for some reason.

We've both been awake for about an hour, since I took over the watch from Michonne, and we haven't said a word. I once considered this person a friend, or at least an acquaintance. If she was just another person I wouldn't care that we were both silent.

But this was Vicky.

Someone who put her own life on the line to protect us. Who opened her home to us, and gave us the responsibility of her 'palace'. She was the 'muffin queen'. And she remembers none of those things.

I wonder if she also lost her special ability.

"Hey Vicky" I say, and she looks up from her writing. So she does know her own name.

"Are you talking to me?"

Apparently she doesn't know. I nod. "Yeah, that's how you introduced yourself to us once."

She frowns. "I did? When?"

"Back in the prison, about a one and a half year ago."

Her eyes widen at the word 'prison'. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad one.

"You were there, too?"

I nod slowly. I now have to be careful with what I say. "Yes. All three of us were there. You'd stayed there for the winter, and we arrived there the next spring. A whole group of people, actually."

"Are they dead?"

I clear my throat. This is just a friendly reminder that her social skills haven't improved in the past few months. "No, not all of them. They're out here, just like us."

"Maggie and Glenn too?"

I stare straight into the blue eyes with the ridiculous small pupils. A lot of things go through my mind; what does she and what doesn't she remember? What are her real motives for following us? Why Maggie and Glenn specifically? How dangerous is she exactly? Is all of his just an act?

"Yeah" I hear myself say. "They…were part of our group. How…exactly do you know them?"

She shrugs. "I met her sister on the way here. She told me all about them, and I said I wanted to meet them. And if they were part of your group as you say, they may go to this Terminus place as well, since Rick said every one of the group would go there. Kinda sucks, because now I have to choose between that stupid Terminus and Gleggie…that's the ship name I came up with. It could also be Mann, but I don't like that as much as Gleggie. It sounds cute, don't you think?"

"Wait, you met Beth?" I suddenly feel ice cold. They'd met up with Vicky before we did. I don't know what happened between them, and the fact that Vicky was alone when she came to us doesn't really give much hope.

"Well, yeah, she said her name was Beth, but I think she's more of a 'Jenny'-kind-of-person."

Vicky just spoke past tense. Please, don't let it be a sign.

"Was she alone?"

The face of the redhead suddenly stops smiling. It seems as if someone threw a shadow curtain over it.

In my head I make a list. First; grab your gun. Second; wake dad. Third; try reasoning.

"No" she answers, her voice almost a whisper. "She wasn't. And if I'm unlucky, she still is traveling with him."

From the corner of my eye, I see Michonne slightly move. So she indeed wasn't sleeping. She doesn't trust the redhead even one bit.

She'd do anything to keep me from being alone with Vicky.

"What's his name?" I ask, still trying to get as much information as possible.

"Dunno, don't care."

That's it. Vicky turns back to her writing, her face still angry, but more controlled. I glance over my shoulder to Michonne, who still lays on the ground.

But now she holds her sword next to her.

Dear poopy diary,

Apparently I'm destined to run into people from my past whom I don't remember. It turns out Sword Lady, Rick and Cowboy were also at the prison, same as Grumpy and Jenny. And Gleggie.

Cowboy asked an awful lot about Grumpy and Jenny. I just told him I ran into them and we stuck together for a couple days. The details about Grumpy's possible death have been carefully masked. For now, I just need to play the sweet innocent girl if I want to get to Gleggie. Of course, I could take a different route and get there on my own, but I like to have some fun on my way there. As long as it stays fun, that is.

Sword Lady really seems to be bothered by my presence, which I find odd, because I'm awesome. Why would you not like me?

Rick, on the other hand, likes to have me around. He keeps asking me to walk in the front with him. I think it's our special team strategy. The strongest, meaning me and Rick, at the front, Sword Lady in the middle as our backup, and Cowboy in the back, as the swiftest he can warn us from attacks from behind. The ultimate strategy.

The only thing that's not cool about this strategy is the fact that nothing ever happens. We just keep walking and walking, and every time I try to make conversation I get told off because there could be creepers around. Such bullshit. I'd rather have a few creepers behind me then some lame group as this.

Something's been bothering me for a while now, oh dear diary. Of course, you can't help me since you're only letters. And I created you. Which means I could just be talking to myself right now.

Doesn't matter.

Point is; I keep getting this strange feeling in my stomach when I think of Terminus. It's something like when you're about to do something really scary, such as a rollercoaster going down at high speed. I have no idea why, but I got the feeling that it's somehow part of my past. Which is both a good and a bad thing.

There are a couple reasons why I would want my memories back. I want to know about Gleggie, Rick, Jenny, Cowboy and Sword Lady and what my connection was to them. And, sadly, also Grumpy. I want to know about the prison and where that prison is right now and why we're not in that prison anymore.

There is one big reason I don't want my memories. That Terminus place scares the shit out of me and there must be a really good reason for it. I've honestly never been so scared in my life and I don't want to know the reason.

I've tried to warn Rick, I really did. But I have no solid arguments to convince him and that sucks. If they go to Terminus they might run into their own deaths.

Which means it's not a big deal if I were to kill them. Right here and know. Wouldn't be much of a difference. And it's also refreshing for me. It's been ages since I looked a dying person in the eye. Saw the life slowly stream away.

It's been too long.