I am sick of guns. Sick of them. Yes, they're for protection and what have you, but they're loud, dangerous and seem to be causing more problems than solving any. Twice they've hurt someone close to me. Twice. They shouldn't be hurting anyone at all, save for the walkers.

I'm swearing myself off of guns. No more guns, just my knife and my sword. Quiet, efficient and no chance of danger... unless they fall into the wrong hands.

But I'll keep them on my person at all times, always...

I'll offer to investigate something first, before the rest come guns blazing...

I'll do everything, just no more guns unless we're positively sure there is a walker threat, or if we're completely surrounded. That's it. I'm sure no one will agree to my ideas, especially those that tote their guns around all the time, I'm just the nurse... But I'm also the nurse that knows how to put people in their place and has ownership over the dogs that act as secondary guardians. I brought a whole new level of security to this camp. And I've apparently got a say in some decisions.

Quiet is key, they know that... But people like Shane won't listen to me. Ugh... Shane. And to think Ben actually thought about setting us up together 5 years ago. No fucking way. That bastard has crossed the line way too many times, and whatever the hell is happening between him and Lori, I'm sure when Lori tells me I won't like that either. Preaching like his word is gospel...
One of these days I'm gonna strike that man, and I'm hoping he'll make the first move.
He's got a crazed look in his eye, ever since the CDC I've noticed it. Something's growing in that mind of his, an idea or a plan, and every day, maybe even every hour it's expanding.

I'm not one for planning ahead, but before the day Shane snaps, I want to make sure who's on my side and who's on his. I've got my brothers... well, maybe just Rob and Jo. I've got my girls. I think I've got Amy and Dale. I'm not sure about the rest. I think if Maggie had to pick a side she'd be on mine, but I doubt she'll be joining our camp, even if she likes Glenn.

Ugh, I'm so exhausted. All the fear, worry and anger. Really takes it out of ya.

First Sophia, then Carl, then Erin, now Daryl, and we still haven't found Sophia and I haven't had a proper cry. But now that I think about it, I might not have to cry. Maybe I've worked my way out of it and I don't need to anymore. Ha! I must be getting tougher and tougher each day! Indestructable, incorruptable, unstoppable.

Maybe.

-L.B.