"What the hell happened?" Carmen demanded, stomping in front of the stunned Axel and Oscar. "I thought you said this place was secure! Now there was a fucking breach and these people are dead!"

"A-Andrew came back!" Axel stammered. "It ain't our fault!"

"What? Who the fuck is Andrew?!" exclaimed Carmen.

Axel was clearly intimidated by Carmen, though I'm sure it was because he felt guilty over what happened. "Uh, you see, Andrew just wanted his revenge."

"Revenge?"

"Y-Yeah, on Rick for killing Tomas."

Carmen narrowed his eyes into a glare, turning around to the entire group. "Well no wonder this happened then."

I got up to my feet and marched in front of my sister. "Carmen, drop it, right now or I'm never talking with you again!" I yelled in her face. "Lori and Beth were killed today, so shut up!"

"There's a reason why, Anza!" Carmen hissed. "I'm only looking out for us!"

Adam and Sky placed a white blanket over the bloodied body of Beth, which had partially been devoured by the walkers. Hershel walked over to Maggie with his crutches and pulled his daughter into a hug. Maggie was irricounsible, tears staining her blank face. Daryl was just as traumatized as Maggie while Carol was trying to comfort the crying newborn Judith. Sky was comforting the distraught Carl.

Carmen picked up Alex, who was started to babble in Spanish. Maggie then stepped into Carmen's face. "You are not welcome here! You're the reason my little sister is dead!" she shrieked. "Now, get the fuck out and don't come back!

Maggie violently shoved Carmen.

"Now!" Maggie screamed. "Get out! No wonder Anza hates you!"

Carmen didn't say anything, only her stern look on her face. "Bah bah?" Alex asked, grabbing some of his mother's darkest brown hair. Carmen held onto Alex tightly before turning to me. "You know where to find me, Anza. I'm sorry about your friends died." she said to me, her voice not antagonistic this time. With that, Carmen began walking out of the prison. Alex smiled and waved once at me. Adam frowned once before following after his wife. I felt a strong hang gently place itself on my left shoulder. I looked back to see that it was Daryl. I exhaled with depression. I went back to watching what was left of my family leave the prison. "The world feels the same to me, just as lifeless." I mumbled. "Just as hopeless."

Sky patted me on the back. "It'll be okay."

"It's never okay." I answered, walking away from Daryl's grasp.

I found myself walking through a white mist. It was hard to see with everything being so hazy. But, I could clearly see that I was standing in the middle of a huge bridge that crossed over a channel of water. I noticed water lilies floating down the river. As well as the stench of salt.

Saltwater? We weren't near an ocean though.

I felt a presence from behind me and dared to look. There were hundreds of people standing only a few yards away from me. They stood absolutely still. When I looked back to the other side of the bridge, I saw only a fog of white. I couldn't see anything past it.

Suddenly, one of people disseminated into a swarm of white moths. One by one, they all blew up into white moths. I could feel the little bugs crashing against my skin. I was in the middle of a storm of white moths formed from those hundreds of people. I screamed once, covering my face. That was when I saw the side to the bridge. I ran towards it and jumped off. The bugs were gone. Now, I was falling. Hundreds of feet in the air. I could feel the stabbing cold wind. And the gravity making my stomach sick. Then, I hit the concrete water. The water filled with water lilies.

I knew I was dead.

I wish it had just ended there but it didn't.

I felt my body being pulled out of the water. All I could see was a blood red sky. The bridge was crumbled and the landscape was in ruin. The river of water lilies had dried up, leaving only the dry ground. Something grabbed me by the collar. A skeleton was hovering over me. I was numb. I couldn't scream or do anything. I was frozen. There were no eyes in the skull, only replaced with holes. Despite that, I felt that the skeleton could still see me. Because I felt it.

Someone knocked the skeleton away from me? Was that a...pilgrim? What the fuck was a pilgrim doing here? The skeleton sunk its teeth into my arm. Blood spurted out like a fountain. It ripped out a chunk of my flesh from my arm. I could see my own bone.

At that time, I did scream.

And wake up to the metal bars of the cell I was in. I was on the lower bunk while Carol slept soundly above me. There was no skeletons. There were no white moths. There were no fucking pilgrims. But, there were still walkers.

I couldn't go to sleep after that. What was even worse was I began to hear noises. It sounded like there was rustling of leaves outside my cell door. I also began to hear whispers throughout the vast empty hall of the prison. It scared me. I felt like something was watching me. "I want to fly," whispered a man's voice. "The sky is ours, Anza."

"Go away," I breathed. "I want my Dad."

I heard the gentle laughter of children that was so low I could barely hear it. I couldn't pin point where it was coming from. It sounded like it was all around me. Now, I was scared. I immediately got out of my bed and rushed quietly out of the cell. There was only one person I truly felt safe with: Daryl.

I approached his cell. The door was open unlike the other ones. I guessed that Daryl didn't like the feeling of being even more trapped. Then, I was even more scared. I didn't want to wake Daryl up just because I was a baby scared of the dark. But, I was terrified. The voices and the noises wouldn't stop. No matter how hard I'd tried to sleep. I wondered why no one else could hear or realize that this place was at least haunted.

I quietly tip toed into Daryl's room. I could hear him drawing in wisps of breath. Although it was dark, with only the moonlight to guide me, I could see that Daryl was sleeping peacefully. I hated having to wake him up. This time I was careful, I didn't want to alarm Daryl into stabbing me in the heart again. I reached out and shook one of his muscled arms. "Hmm?" Daryl mumbled, immediately awake. "Anza? Whaddyu want?"

His voice was drowsy, but trying to be awake in case of an emergency. I clutched myself, feeling small and alone. "Daryl, are you there?"

"Course I am, what did you expect to find?" Daryl shifted over, turning his back to me and facing the wall. "Now go to sleep."

"I can't...I...I'm scared," I whispered.

"Why?" he grumbled, still not turning around.

I couldn't tell him. How could I tell someone that I had been hearing voices? That I believed the ghost of my father was haunting me? The ghost of Dale haunting me? So, I came up with a better lie. "I think this place is haunted." My voice wavered. "I keep hearing voices and noises outside my cell."

I heard Daryl groan with annoyance in his sleep. "What are you? Twelve? There's no such thing as ghosts, now get out of my cell and go back to sleep."

That was when I felt all of the fear take me over. It was like a dam had been broken inside me. I instantly crumbled to the floor, panicked and wide eyed with fear. "No! no! no! I don't want to be alone!" I nearly exclaimed. "Please, please, please!"

Daryl was immediately awake and jumped out of his bunk. He was instantly at my side trying to help. "Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter?" Daryl asked. "Why are you like this?"

I sniffled once. "I don't know...Daryl...there is a world...beyond our own, where monsters live...and they're waiting for me." I said to him. "I know they're real, I'm the only one who lives in their world."

"What?" Daryl asked. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"They say monsters don't exist, but I have seen them. We have seen them. It's not just inside my head, Daryl." I rambled on. "The walkers and the men are the same, they look at me like I'm a piece of meat and–"

"–Shh, shh, shh..." Daryl interrupted, wrapping his muscled arms around me. "Ain't gonna let anythin' happen to ya, Anza. You're safe with me." He began rocking back and forth with his arms cradled around me. I felt like a helpless little baby. After I had calmed down a bit, Daryl helped me to my feet. He grabbed my hand before dragging me into his bed. Daryl drew the blankets over us and I was surprised that the both of us fit into the bunk. Both of us were skinny people, although Daryl had some toned muscle. Since the outbreak, we all lost weight. Stress, lack of food, lack of exercise, and going insane were contributing factors. I know I certainly had lost weight and most of that wasn't a good thing. Now, all the fear and terror was eradicated from me. I was with Daryl. We had never been this close to each other. It didn't take long for Daryl to drift off into sleep. To my surprise, Daryl wrapped an arm over me. I wondered if he consciously did that or unconsciously did. I felt even more joy at the comforting weight, before scooting closer to lay against Daryl's chest. I smiled once to myself before closing my eyes.

I was safe.

The voices were silent for the rest of the night.

(Sorry this chapter was a little shorter than usual, but I DID start to pick things up from here ;D I haven't updated this story because I was SUPER busy with college. Finally passed and am on Spring Break. Now, all I wanna do is relax. I'm also writing other stories, which complicates things xD hopefully I can update more. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I wonder what's going on with Anza :p)