Nothing compares to you. 'S all I'm saying. :'(

(Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead)

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Beth

Through the window of the small hospital room I can see Daniel appearing from the elevator shaft again. His clothes are, just like yesterday, stained with blood.

Of course, the elevator doesn't work anymore. Nowadays, under the regime of the police officers, it's used for something else. You can already smell it down the hallway, but the looks are even worse.

A rotting pile of walkers, and even some still alive. From what I've heard, Daniel is one of the few people tasked with burning the bodies outside the building, in the hopes the smell doesn't get any worse. But burning isn't enough. The stank still swarms around these halls.

When Daniel passes the glass door, I try to smile at him. He gives me stare back, slowly nodding his head to a corridor. My smile disappears. He wants something from me.

I glance over my shoulder to the woman I'm currently taking care of. She's sleeping quietly. Doctor Stevens had other patients to attend to. He's not coming back any time soon.

I quietly close the door behind me, and act as if I need to get some more medicine for the patient. The officers all nod at me as I follow Daniel unnoticeably down the hall. He walks a few feet in front of me, and while I'm behind him I try not to look at him. None of the officers, especially Dawn, can know that we know each other. Dawn has no idea what she's doing, but if she finds out she has leverage on either of us, which we can't just 'labour' our way out from.

Daniel goes around the corner, and I try to fasten my pace a little, afraid I might lose him. I pass many rooms in which doctor Stevens might be, but I try not to lock eyes with anyone.

When going around the corner, a hand is put over my mouth immediately. I'm being pulled into a dark room while I try to struggle.

"Just shut up already!" Daniel hisses into my ear. Someone else closes the door behind us, and he finally lets go of me.

"Was that really necessary?!"

Daniel puts a hand over my mouth again. "Yes! Keep quiet, this room isn't very sound proof."

I hear a soft click in the dark, and next a bright light shines into my eyes. Instinctively, I push it away from my face. "Watch it!"

"Sorry" another voice than Dan's answers. I frown.

"Noah? Is that you?"

He moves the flashlight under his chin, the light throwing shadows over his face. "Certainly is."

Another flashlight is turned on. Daniel grabs my arm and pulls me away from the door, which they put a dark curtain over. "Great reunion. Now keep quiet and get going."

"Go where?" I ask, while Daniel drags me into another, even darker room. The flashlight only shows me tables and empty cupboards, as if we're in some kind of classroom.

"Somewhere we can talk freely" is all he mumbles. Daniel leads me through the maze of furniture, which gets more crowded the further we go inside. We stop when we near a door. Dan mumbles to Noah over his shoulder, who steps forward. The clicking sound of a lock being unlocked echoes in the dark and Dan curses softly. He goes into the new space first, I follow, and Noah comes last, closing the door behind us.

Dan sighs. "Where's the light switch again?" A soft click sounds, and suddenly we're blinded by TL tubes in the ceiling. "Forget I asked."

The flickering light reveals three backpacks, two filled with supplies and one half full. Around it stand several bottles and parts of body armour. I frown. "What's all this?"

Dan squads down in front of one of the backpacks. "Our stash. We're breaking out. You in?"

I blink in confusion, and glance at Noah. "You too?"

He nods. "Yup. I was gonna ask you to join us, but…he got to you first."

Dan snorts. "He's lying. He didn't want you here-"

"Woah, hey" Noah interrupts. "Let's keep it friendly, alright?"

Dan shakes his head, and for some reason, it makes me smile. They almost seem like normal guys hanging out. It's been a long time since I've seen anything normal.

Dan's expression quickly changes to serious again, and with that the tiny bit of normal disappears. "Doesn't matter who got to you first. What matters is : are you with us?"

I stare at the guy, who's around the same age as me. When I first saw him, all he cared about was his little brother, and his own life. He would hide behind anyone as he was too scared to face any enemy himself. He couldn't properly hold a gun. If a walker had lost all limbs and would have no chance at catching him in a chase, he would still run for his life.

In the last stages of the prison, he was only depressed. He'd lay in bed all day, wouldn't eat or sleep, and never saw the sunlight.

But right now, I don't see any of that old Dan back in his eyes. I don't know what happened to him, but he suddenly decided to take matter into his own hands. It's strange to see him like that.

But also inspiring.

These people here think they can make us do anything they please. Force us to work for them like pigs. But not anymore.

I nod. "Of course I am."

Morgan

The water is as dark as the night, with only the slight brushes of the moon to lit it up for the weakest eyes to see.

We've exchanged the river bank for a more sheltered spot, between the trees. I can still see the river and hear the water touching the rocks, but no other eyes can see us.

Dinner is a scarce kind of porridge, but Vicky is so hungry she doesn't have time to complain. From what I'd seen this afternoon, she's already recovering a little. The circles around her eyes aren't that dark anymore, and her face sometimes even lights up when she smiles. I don't think she's noticed it herself, but she's coming back.

"Vicky" I say, as she's wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She has her hair pulled in a ponytail, revealing her small face even more.

"What?" she says, a little annoyed I interrupted her. Her bowl is still half full, yet she already licks her fingers like she's finished.

"I'm proud of you" I say, which makes her stop instantly. She drops her hands and blinks.

"R-really?"

I nod slowly. "Yes. You're improving. That's good."

Vicky frowns. "But…I didn't do anything…?"

"Oh, you've done more than you know" I respond. I feel the letter, which she wrote before she jumped into the river I found her in, in the back pocket of my trousers. Maybe it's too soon to tell her my story, if hers is only beginning. But looking at her, I think it's the perfect time. "I…I used to be like you."

Vicky's eyes widen. "No way. Impossible. I'm the only one like me."

I grin slightly. "That's what I thought as well. But you're wrong. There are lots and lots of people out there like you. Seeing the world and everything in it only as potential targets. Things which are in the way of what you want, while you yourself aren't even sure what it is it that you want. You just wander around aimlessly, looking for something to lighten you up a bit. You set a goal for yourself, hoping that will bring you some….clarity." I pause, and suddenly feel the fire of my hideout back at King County behind me as I burned it to the ground. The memory is somehow painful. "It's like a dark well. You're at the bottom, trying to dig even deeper, when at the same time a voice in the back of your mind is telling you to move the other way. The way up. But you don't want to, because you know it's painful. The way up means accepting all the horrible things which happened to you. Accepting the things you've done while digging your way further down the well." I pause again, to take a deep breath. "I lost my wife. I lost my boy. I lost myself. I couldn't climb up. I needed a rope." I glance at my staff, which lays next to me on the ground. "You need someone who can throw you a rope or a ladder to help you come back to the surface. Someone was that person for me, and made me into the man I am today." I look Vicky in the eyes. She's not looking directly at me. Her eyes are fixated on the camp fire, her fingers are fuddling with an old wound on her thumb, but I know she's listening. "You need someone like that as well. And I'd like to be that person for you."

The nail of her index finger penetrates the dried blood on the wound. Blood starts pouring out, but her expression doesn't change. The reflection of the campfire in her eyes makes the flames dance as her eyes slowly become watery.

"You know Rick, right?" she asks after a while. Her voice is soft, almost like a whisper. I nod.

"Yeah, I know him. And you do too."

Vicky rubs the blood of her thumb. "Yes. And I just want you to know that I'm not going to kill him. I'm not going to kill any more people. Just so you know."

Her voice sounds almost robotic, but the emotion pouring from her eyes tells me a different story. She's ready.

"Good" I say after a while. "Because I'm actually looking for Rick and his people. And I think you'd want to see them again as well, right?"

Heyho, what's up yo,

So I had a lovely chat with Morgan (I legit cried) and it was cool. I told him I wouldn't kill any more people, which I'm sincere about. Like for real.

But during my time in this wonderful godforsaken world, I've come across not only people, but also monsters. Or just people whom I consider to be monsters. Who cares about the rules.

My opinion is that these monsters need to be eliminated. Like right now.

And just to point out who these monsters are, I made a 'to kill-list':

1. Grumpy

2. The Governor, or whatever he calls himself nowadays

3. That red haired army guy with a moustache.

I think number one needs no explanation why he needs to die. He's the annoying monster of the group, with his stupid crossbow and stupid slangs. Like fuck off nobody likes you.

The second one is just a douchebag who needs some butt slapping. He thinks he's soooo though, while in real life he's just a wannabe pirate who's looking for a ship. I already have experience with amputating body parts, so if he wants a wooden leg I'd be happy to help him.

The last one is just a fucker I hung out with one time and just went on about this stupid place called 'Washington' (don't worry, I know what Washington DC is, but nowadays it sounds more like a fairy tale land than an actual place, especially the way this guy talked about it). First, he was all like 'oh man we need to recruit you because you're awesome', and next thing I know he's shooting me in the ass and leaving me to die. Like what the fuck I thought we were friends.

These are the legendary monsters that deserve some punching and bullets from moi. According to my old diary, Grumpy used to be a part of Rick's group. Morgan told me he's old pals with Rick, so me killing one of Rick's buds might result in me having to kill everyone, which I'm totally fine with. Because deep down, everyone is a fucking monster.