I really don't know how to start this one, and I'm really not sure how to begin telling you the full and true extent of what happened. I'll start it as best as I can...

Panic, nothing but pure and terrifying panic. The whole camp was awoken by a blood curdling scream as the dawn came dawdling over the horizon and a new day came to rest over the old one like a cold blanket. The scream travelled quickly over the camp and hit everything that heard it like a brick to the face. Daryl and I sat bolt upright in our beds, sweat beginning to form on our faces as panic truly began to set in. His eyes darted around the tent for the source of the scream.

"Did you hear that?!" he asked me, face plastered in shock. I stared at them through the blue tinted light of the new day.

"Of course I heard it, who made it?!" I asked incredulously, standing up and pulling my t-shirt and cut-offs on as I grabbed my katana. Daryl by this point had roughly managed to get dressed and drew his crossbow high as he ripped the door open. I darted out after him and we walked straight into the ensuing chaos that surrounded our temporary home.

The first thing I noticed was the blood. The blood and the horrific noise of women screaming. There was so much blood I honestly thought everyone had died, had it not been for the barrage of blood-curdling shrieks I would have run away with my tail firmly between my legs. I quickly yanked the sword out of its sheath as a large athletically built zombie staggered towards me, its jaw hanging limply by one of its hinges with blood trickling down its rotting chin. I hastily raised the katana above my head and brought it crashing down through the top of its skull, splitting it in half and carrying on down its body as easily as if it were a melon. Finally the sword reached its crotch and exited in a flurry of blood, the two halves of its body flopped to the floor and were at last still. I was stunned for a few seconds as it was the first time I'd used the sword against a walker, and it was a little shocking to see what it could do...the evidence lay in two heaps on the floor.

"Fuckin' hell gunshot!" I heard Daryl call as he bolted past, sending a wave of arrows into the mass of walkers that ran riot around the campsite. I spun round to see where he was running to but I was halted by a dripping corpse whose festering limbs and grotesque stench of rotting flesh made my stomach churn so much that I couldn't control myself and I threw up on the dry ground in front of it. I glanced weakly up to see he creature lurch forward towards me, eyes bulging at the prospect of sinking its teeth into my back. I speedily lifted the katana up and ran it through the creature's head, destroying its brain and leaving it to crumple to the floor. I scrambled up in shock to try and help all of my friends, who by the looks of things needed help...fast.

Casting my eyes back and forth across the campsite I watched in pure horror as a walker chased a sobbing Millie across the fire pit which by now contained nothing but the burnt ashes of last night's dinner, leering at the small child as it dreamed of biting into her neck. I didn't call Millie; I didn't want her to stop running for half a second only to have her life ripped away from her. Instead, I took a few daring steps forward and attracted the walker's attention.

"HEY, ASSHOLE." I shouted at it, hoping that it would turn its attention to me to give Millie half a chance. Thankfully, she carried on running as her life depended on it, leaving the walker alone...with me. I took another step forward, watching Rick in the distance running after a screaming Carl, dragging Lori along by her arm as she sobbed in fear for her child's life. I reverted my attention back to the walker as I ignored the deafening gunshots that ricocheted around the camp and I spoke again, harshly.

"You heard me." I growled and stepped forward, raising my katana as I did so. It snarled viciously at me, like a rabid dog and as it snarled at me I let out the most rage-fuelled war cry as I thrust the glimmering sword into the vile creature's throat. I appeared out the other side and slumped as I drew my revolver from my waistband and buried a bullet deep within the skull of a nearby walker, only this one was terrorising Carol. She looked gratefully at me as I panted heavily and nodded towards the long dusty road that connected us with the broken remains of the outside world.

"She ran that way." I struggled to tell her through ragged breathing, my head still spinning from the shock of something that was once human clean in two pieces.

No matter how many walkers we killed and slaughtered, more seemed to come pouring into the camp from all around us, smothering us, closing us in. As I ran away from a pack of about 7 walkers, my lungs tight with the effort of keeping my body working, heart jumping into my mouth causing the most unpleasant taste of blood to form I stumbled slightly, lurching forward dangerously and I was close to being massacred. I regained my balance, but all I could see was the horror that had unfolded right before my eyes; a group of small children walkers, no older than 11 or 12 were crouching low over a twitching body...a twitching body that I soon recognised as Beth. My eyes began to well up again as I staggered forward, forcing myself to move faster and faster towards Beth. Somewhere deep down I guess I knew that I wasn't going to be able to save her, and that it was already too late for her. Still I surged forward, attempting in vain to save my already dead friend.

"BETH!" I shrieked, voice filling the already noise polluted air around us. She didn't respond...of course she didn't respond. I got to the group that was crowding her lifeless corpse, feasting on the cold flesh that was sprawled in the middle. I began wildly swinging the sword around and I felt it connect with a few necks, but other than that it was just irritating them, their small cold hands darted in and out of her stomach still, pulling bits of guts and entrails out. This made me even angrier, so I just let out another deafening scream. I meant to just carry on screaming and hacking away at the walker children but I felt a rough hand clamp down on my upper arm and drag me quickly away, forcing me to scream in anguish and rage. By this point my vocal chords were smacking against each other and were beginning to sting and ache, noises that were intended as screams came out as dull cries.

"NO, GET OFF ME I HAVE TO HELP BETH!" I sobbed, trying to force my way back to her. I'd not been close to her...but I hadn't really lost anybody recently, and it was coming as a tragic shock to me. The owner of the hand threw my inside the RV and climbed inside with me, slamming the door shut and flicking the lock down so that we were temporarily secured in the moving house. I slapped my hands against the door and sobbed, but tear were no longer flowing down my fatigued face. Dry sobs were the only thing that came.

"But Beth..." I moaned through sobs, trying my hardest not to picture the grim scene that was still rioting around outside. Bullets tore through the air, riding the waves of screams that came from the mouths of the trapped, faces of the damned. The morning air was dense with the stench of rotting flesh and meat...just the smell of death that hung limply across the camp on a daily basis, but magnified and more terrifying than ever. I sunk down to my knees, still dragging my hands down the door and sobbing when the person who'd dragged me to the RV grabbed me again and pulled me to my feet. My vision cleared up slightly and I realised it was Daryl who'd yanked me away from almost certainly getting eaten.

"Why won't you let me help her?" I whimpered, feebly clutching my sword and still sobbing slightly onto him. He looked at me with hard concern.

"You couldn't 'a helped her, it was too late, get used to it." He told me firmly, but not unkindly. I began sobbing harder and harder, freaking out over the death of a girl whom I'd barely known. I was the only one that had seen her, so I figured I was the only one who could have saved her. Daryl clearly felt bad for me...he probably remembered the first time he'd seen a friend die, so he wasn't expecting me to shrug it off quickly. Instead he pulled me roughly into a tight hug and gave me a minute to cry and just let all the intense anguish flood out of me. I sobered up and pulled away from him, returning to the sword that I'd dropped and gingerly dragged my hand across my face to wipe up the remaining tears. I looked at him, face still awash with sadness and I nodded at him before I pointed to the roof hatch.

"We should probably go...see what we can do for the others..." I sniffed, rapidly clambering up onto the counter underneath the sun-faded hatch and I gave it a shove with my elbow to try and open it.

"Unlock it first!" Daryl called from the other end of the RV. He'd stalked off down the other end of the vehicle to peer through the curtains. I looked at him and then returned my somewhat dazed attention to the hatch and I flicked the small locks back and forth until they finally cracked open and the cold morning air hit me like the bucket of water Rick had thrown over me in the town.

"Come on!" I exclaimed to Daryl, who ran over to the hatch and jumped up as I scrambled through the roof. I hauled myself up and then helped him through the roof so that we were both stood facing the bloodbath.

It was agony. It was unbelievably painful to watch as my friends, the people I considered family were chased and murdered before my very eyes and as I glanced over at Daryl, the dull light of the sun provided no comfort for him and he watched with a hardened face, firing razor sharp arrows into the crowd of walkers. I watched as Rick held Lori close behind him and shot wildly into a pack of decomposing corpses that tried to press themselves against them, his face contorted with rage and terror. Andrea stood back to back with T-Dog, both of them stabbing viciously at the corpses and fighting like trapped alley cats as I stood helplessly on the roof once again.

Rick threw Lori into the back of the beaten up SUV (they'd previously found and brought back fuel for it from the run-down town) and locked the back door, sealing her inside with her life and wellbeing intact. Rick glanced around while fighting off two walkers with his metal brick of a handgun looking for Carl with a mad desperation. Carl sprinted forwards from where he was cowering in a nearby tent and dived into the passenger side of the car. As Rick strode round to the driver's side of the huge SUV he shouted an instruction to the survivors of the camp that fought and fled for their lives.

"EVERYBODY GET IN YOUR CARS. NOW! GET OUT! LEAVE!" He screamed, face turning red with the fury that coated his every word. He jumped in the car and slammed the door, pulling out of the camp and away as fast as possible. I watched as other people followed his lead and the remaining people leapt in their various cars and the light blue pickup, almost invisible in the morning light so that they could pull themselves out of the nightmare that was rapidly ruining their lives. Screams were still piercing the cold air, bullets still tearing through the noise like raging bulls and there was just...chaos. Chaos and fighting, brutal, hard, bloody fighting, and some of us were losing. I turned to face Daryl, who was clambering down through the hatch back inside.

"Where are you going, aren't we gonna stay here, this is where it's safer!" I told him, gesturing frantically at the roof. Before his head went below the metal I was standing on he replied.

"Gotta get my bike." He grunted, I looked at him in horror.

"You're gonna kill yourself!" I shouted at him in exasperation, eyes wider than ever before at the thought of losing another friend. He frowned at me in complete anger.

"IT WAS MERLE'S!" He growled as he dropped into the RV. I groaned and glanced out around the camp again. 40, 50 maybe even 60 walkers still stumbled around as I watched the last of the survivors finally filter out of the camp that closely resembled hell. I crouched next to the edge of the hole and shouted down.

"WAIT!" I called to Daryl. He was unlocking the door and he looked up at me, a frown still plastered firmly across his face. I grunted a few times with the clumsy effort of climbing down before losing my footing and falling so I was a crumpled mess at his feet. I scrambled hastily up and stared into his angry, fear-ridden face with my own scarred and bruised one.

"I'm coming with you." I told him, giving a shaky grin. He raised his eyebrow and drew his crossbow ready to leave, but after looking me up and down he saw that there was no convincing me otherwise and he nodded.

"Ready?" He asked. I shrugged and gripped my katana with both hands, raising it slightly so it was across my body and resting on my shoulder, the end of the blade scratched against the roof.

As he was readying himself to kick the door open, a cough came from behind us and I jumped round to see Dale sat in the driver's seat, eyebrows raised.

"You can't go out there!" He told us, clearly filled with worry that we wouldn't survive. I shook my head at him.

"Dale this isn't the time, we're going. I'll shut the door behind me and you've gotta drive like a bat outta hell." I told him firmly, staring him down. He raised his hands in surrender like gesture.

"You don't have to follow him." He said to me quietly, the moaning noises of the walkers almost drowning him out. I nodded at him and scrunched my face up before facing Daryl.

"I know." I said, giving Daryl a look that he returned. We both realised that there was no need for me to go with him, yet we both knew I was his friend and ere was no way in hell I was going to let him face that swarm on his own. I shoved him roughly aside so that I was the one unlocking the door.

"Change of plan. You lock the door." I commanded, wrenching the door open to the rioting and messy hell that crashed around the outside of the RV and swarmed the place that had been our home.