Hello all. Answer to a few questions: 22 prewritten chapters could definitely mean an update everyday but that's really up to you guys and well... my brain and how fast it can continue to give me chapter ideas lol. I have no idea how zombie digestive systems work lol. I'm just going by what I've seen on TV and Movies...they seem to never get full on their sooooo... here's the next update and maybe it'll answer more questions you have or it'll just bring about more questions lol...

"Dad you can't be serious! Everyone is going!" I try reason with my father.

"I don't care Spencer. You're fourteen years old, you're not going to a high school party." My dad tells me sternly.

"But I'M in high school dad!" I almost shout. Seriously, I love my dad to death but sometimes he can be incorrigible.

"Arthur, let her go." My mom says from the kitchen.

"Absolutely not, Paula! My high school freshmen daughter will not be going to a party thrown by upperclassmen. It just won't happen." My dad tells my mom, shaking his head.

"Glen will be there." I try.

"Yes, Glen will be there." My mother says.

"Yeah dad, I'll look out for her." Glen says, looking up from his PS Vista.

"Nope." My dad says again and shakes his head.

"Ugh." I sigh out frustrated.

"Arthur you're crowding again." My mom says as I stomp over to the couch and sit down next to Glen.

"With good reason." Is my dad's reply.

"This sucks." I say to Glen.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I really thought he'd let you go if I said I was going." Glen shrugs. "Lindsey going?" He looks over to me and asks.

"Yeah." I nod and roll my eyes. I really wanted to hang with her outside of my families garage and school.

"Sucks." Glen shakes his head.

"I get the whole, 'I'm his only daughter thing', but he's gonna have to let me go at some point."

"Yeah..." Glen says standing up from the couch. "That won't be anytime soon."

"I gathered." I say and sigh.

This year is gonna totally suck.

–

"So Ashley, how'd you become apart of our little group here?" Jo asks with a smile as we eat dinner.

"Actually, I'm not really..." Ashley starts, I immediately turn my head, extremely interested in what she's about to say. She notices me looking at her and clears her throat before starting again. "We met in a house in Pine Nut, Spencer and Glen here came in guns blazing on me and my friend Aiden." She says and chuckles.

"That's our Spencer and Glen for you." Jayden says and laughs along with Ashley.

I don't see what's so funny.

"So is it just you and this Aiden person?" Rick asks in a forceful tone with narrowed eyes.

"Um...no." Ashley replies after a moment.

"Care to elaborate." He snaps and Ashley gives me a confused look. I shrug. Ricks a douche but he's never been this abrasive.

"It was about twenty of us. Aiden and I went out on a scavenge and when we got back most were dead and the rest were... gone." Ashley says quietly. I know that she's thinking about her little sister being out in the woods without her or worse...dead.

"How many men were in your group?" Rick asks.

Seriously... what the hell?

"I think that's enough talk about her group honey, how about we just eat." Santana turns to her husband and says.

Great freaking idea Santana!

"I think he's threatened by her." Glen leans over and whispers in my ear. Everyone around us are chitchatting and or eating.

"She hasn't even done anything." I shake my head.

"Yeah well, you know how he is."

"He's a jerk." I say.

"Agreed." Glen nods. "Hey." Glen leans back over to me and whispers. "You think we'll find Aiden and Tim?" He asks.

"Who are you more worried about?" I question my brother with a raised brow.

"Well, Tim is like a father to us and Aiden is..." He trails off and smiles.

"You really like him don't you?" I question him through narrowed eyes.

"I don't know." He shrugs and smiles wider. "I think I might." He says.

"Glen." I say.

"Yeah?"

"You totally love him." I say and bump shoulders with him. He doesn't say anything, he just smiles and goes back to eating his food. Out the corner of my eye I see Ashley try to hide a smile.

–

"I'm starting to get the feeling that Rick doesn't like me very much." Ashley says with a sly smile as we settle into bed.

"Yeah, Rick doesn't like anyone." I shake my head and return a smile.

"Why is that?" She questions.

"I don't know." I turn and lay on my back. "He was like that when we met him." I add with a shrug.

"Oh." She says and I can hear the bed she's laying on move. I glance over to her and see she's in the same position as me now. "What were your parent's like?" She asks after a moment.

"Amazing." I don't hesitate to say. Cause they were. But I know she's looking for something more. "My dad was a bit protective." I say and can't help but smile. "He wouldn't let me leave the house without knowing where I was going, who I was with, what time I'd be home. You know...typical father of a teenage daughter stuff. My mom was the complete opposite. She was protective, don't get me wrong, but she knows what it was like to be a teenage girl so she wasn't as bad as my dad." I say and smile at the memory of them.

"They sound amazing." Ashley barely whispers.

"They were." I assure her. "What about your parent's, what were they like?"

"They worked a lot so..." She trails off and her tone causes me to turn and look at her.

"They were never around?" I question.

"Not really no." She says. She's still looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." I say.

She turns and faces me with a smile. "You apologize a lot." She says.

"Habit I guess." I say with a shrug.

"Hmmph." She says before turning back on her back.

"What?" I question with a smile.

"Nothing." She shakes her head. "We should probably turn that lantern out. Don't wanna waste the gas we have." She says in a monotone voice.

Okay I'm confused.

Did I just do something wrong?

I reach down beside me and turn off the lantern.

"Spencer." She calls me after a few moments.

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight."

–

"Why are you staring at me?" I turn over to Ashley's bed and see her smiling at me.

"You're interesting when you sleep." She replies, her smile growing wider.

"Oh God, I wasn't talking was I?" I ask and I can feel my cheeks burning red.

"Maybe." She says, her smile growing impossibly wider.

"What'd I say?" I ask and then bury my head in the covers. It must have been something embarrassing by the way she's looking at me right now.

"You know..." She trails off and looks up at the ceiling. "A little of this a little of that." She adds in a sing song voice.

"Ashley just tell me."

"You may have said my name a couple of times..." She pauses and turns and faces me. "...followed by a few moans." She adds, with a smirk.

"Oh my God, no!" I say thoroughly embarrassed.

"Heeeeey. Don't sweat it." She says trying to hold back a laugh. "Happens all the time." She adds with a wink.

"I'm gonna go get freshened up." I say, getting up from the bed. Avoiding Ashley's gaze at all cost.

"Okay. I'll be here...you know...waiting if you wanna make that dream happen." She says and then burst into laughter.

I honestly can't tell if she's joking or not.