The next afternoon, Sam and I came across some Walkers. I glanced over at Sam, who was clutching the hunting rifle. He had just taken aim when I quickly lowered the gun. "We don't want more of them showing up." I reasoned. Sam flushed bright pink and nodded. He handed me the rifle and I quickly approached the Walker.

The beast snarled at me as I approached and I managed to duck under its outstretched arms and ram the butt of the rifle into its head. The Walker fell with a loud moan that was cut off as I hit it again with the butt of the rifle. Almost the second I hit it though, I doubled over and pressed my hand against my stomach.

Sam rushed forward to help me straighten back up. I panted, shocked at the fact that I was still in pain from whatever sickness I had had at the prison. "I'm fine, Sam. Honestly."

"You really shouldn't be stressing yourself right now," Sam said. "Not in your condition."

I turned to him and frowned. "My condition?"

Sam blinked, looking lost and confused. "You mean you don't know? I thought women were supposed to have a super connection with their bodies or whatever-"

"What are you talking about, Sam?" I asked sharply. Sam stared at me and sighed.

"I really don't know how to tell you, Terry." He said, glancing down at his feet. "Ana told me how to look for signs and what to do-"

"Sam," I cut him off. "You're rambling. What the hell are you talking about?"

Sam sighed heavily and finally looked in my face. "You're pregnant, Terry. I swear I thought you knew. But, now that I think about it, you were kinda still runnin' around to kill Walkers, so maybe-"

I stopped listening. I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees, trying to catch up with what Sam had just said. Was there any possible way that I was actually...pregnant? Daryl and I had always been careful...but even that wasn't a sure fire way to prevent pregnancy. I thought back to the week of throwing up I had endured, and I straightened up to lift my shirt to stare at my belly. Even though I was still thin from the lack of food and physical fitness, there was still a sort of bump to my belly...

I swallowed hard and turned to Sam. "How did you figure it out?"

"I saw you throwing up yesterday morning," Sam said. "That and the way you've been carrying yourself. Ana did the exact same thing before-"

I blinked at him. "Ana was pregnant when she died?"

"Yeah," Sam said, looking sadder than I had ever seen him. "That's why we were so excited to go with Rick. We thought that your prison community would be safe enough to have a baby."

Shaking my head, I sat down in the middle of the train tracks. The early morning sun was streaming through the trees; some of it was shining on me and Sam. But now I felt cold with the realization that had just knocked me off my feet.

I stayed like that for several minutes, and after a while Sam sat down right behind me. His back was pressed lightly against my own back. My mind was traveling at a mile a minute. The only person I knew who got pregnant during the apocalypse was Lori, and she had died bringing Judith into this world. Ana had been pregnant, but she had gotten killed by Walkers before the baby could be born.

So what was going to happen to me now?

After a long while, I finally stood up again. Sam, who had been leaning against my back, nearly fell over, but he managed to scramble to his feet. He looked at me cautiously, as if he wasn't sure what I was going to do now. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to do either, but I did know one thing.

"We have to get to Terminus as soon as possible." I told Sam. "If it's as big a colony as they're telling us, then they have to have a doctor of some kind. Terminus will be able to help." Sam nodded along with my words. I turned my back on him and stepped over the dead Walker, continuing down the tracks towards Terminus.


Five straight days on the tracks was beginning to take a tole on me and Sam. We both wanted to get there as soon as possible, but there wasn't a lot to do on the tracks besides walk, kill the occasional Walker, and maybe talk to one another about the past. But the past itself was a sore topic, as we both became withdrawn after talking about Ana or Daryl respectively.

I still couldn't get used to the idea of a baby growing inside of me. I kept imagining a tiny Daryl, maybe with my nose or cheekbones. When Sam was asleep, I'd take the chance to pull up my shirt and look down and my belly. The slight bump didn't change much, but I wanted to know the second it did change.

I wished that I had been with the rest of the group after Hershel's farm had fallen. Lori had spent majority of her pregnancy on the road; maybe I would've been able to know what to do. All I could do was hope that someone at Terminus knew what to do with a pregnant woman in the middle of the apocalypse.

On the fifth night on the tracks, Sam and I pulled over off the tracks to settle down for the night. We trudged through the woods for ten minutes before coming across a trailer park. A chain link fence separated me and Sam from the trailers, and we stared at them for about a full minute before glancing at each other.

"Should we risk sleeping in there tonight?" Sam asked.

I hesitated before saying, "We've been sleeping underneath trees for the past few nights. I don't know about you, but I wanna have an actual bed to myself. Now do you think there's a gate we could walk through?"

Sam snorted. "Find out your pregnant and suddenly you're through with taking risks?"

"Isn't that what all pregnant women do?"

Sam and I started walking along the fence, searching for a way in. Sam eventually found a rather large slit in the chain links, and held it open so that I could squeeze through. He followed me and we headed deeper into the trailer park. Sam mumbled something to himself about remembering where that slit was.

I walked up the front porch of a random trailer and banged loudly on the door. Sam hissed at me, but was cut off by the Walker that rammed itself into the door from the other side. I turned to Sam. "I'm going to open it and you take it out, okay?" Sam reluctantly nodded. I put my hand on the doorknob and mouthed to three before whipping the door open. The Walker stumbled out and headed straight for Sam.

Sam ducked right out from under the Walker's arms like I had and drove the butt of the hunting rifle into its head a few times until it was dead. Once the monster was dead, I used my foot to push it off the porch. The Walker hit the earth with a dull thud.

We hurried inside the trailer, being sure to lock the door behind us. The trailer we had chosen had a horrible orange shag-carpet for the living room, and a small and dusty kitchen sat off to the left. Light brown and tan plaid couches sat right in front of us, and they faced a busted T.V that looked like someone had thrown a football at the screen. Sam went off down the hall to the right to check the only bedroom and bathroom. I heard another thud and when Sam returned, he explained that there had been another Walker in the bedroom.

As the sky got darker outside, Sam made some nests out of the two couches in the living room. I rummaged through the cabinets of the kitchen till I found the miracle of a can of black beans. I opened the can as Sam closed all the blinds on the windows. I took the first mouthful of beans before handing it out to Sam.

Sam blinked at my outstretched hand. "You eat some more, Terry. You're eating for two."

"You haven't eaten anything all day." I pointed out.

"Neither have you. Now eat the first half and I'll get the last half."

There was no point arguing with him once his mind had been made up. I had realized this a long while ago. So I smiled at his back and raised the can of beans to my lips and swallowed another mouthful of black beans.

By the time we were done with the beans, my hunger was curbed ever so slightly. I was still hungry, but the granola bars had run out a few days ago. Sam settled down on the couch to go to sleep. I had first watch tonight.

Everything was quiet for the first hour. Sam snored softly and rolled around on the couch every now and then. I sat on a squeaky chair by the window, peeking through the blinds every few minutes to check for movement. So far I couldn't find anything. But then, maybe around my second hour of keeping watch, I spotted the glare of a flashlight beaming through the darkness.

"Sam!" I hissed. Sam jerked awake instantly, his blue eyes bleary and blinking rapidly to get rid of the sleep. He hurried over to my shoulder to look at the flashlight. The light was lifted off the ground and fell back to the ground fast, telling us that the owner had just climbed the fence. And then the light shined behind itself, revealing several more men.

"Shit," Sam said. "We gotta wait till they move before we leave."

"Shut up," I said. The last few men climbed the fence and started this way. Sam disappeared for a second and reappeared with the backpack. I left the blinds and joined Sam right beside the door. We could hear the masculine voices as they approached the trailer.

"...much longer d'you it'll take? Till we find 'im, I mean."

"I haven't the faintest idea, Len." There was a pause. Then his voice got louder. "Everyone claim your own bunk; or share if you want. I don't give a shit. Meet up right here in the mornin'."

I exchanged a look with Sam. We had to get out of there now. I vaguely remembered Randall from the farm, how he had traveled with a group of men who attacked anyone on their own and stole them blind. This group seemed to be exactly the same. I also remembered Randall talking about how the men had raped the women...I didn't want to imagine what that would do to me especially now.

We waited several minutes, hearing snippets of conversations every now and then. Some "new guy" was apparently stumbling around, trying to find a spot of his while staying nearby. I was just hoping that he'd find it far away from us when I heard footsteps climbing up our front porch.

Sam started shaking from beside me. I held my breath and watched the doorknob as it jiggled. The new guy yanked on the knob a few more times before stopping. His footsteps started to go away, and I finally released a breath. Sam was still shaking beside me. We waited through several minutes of silence before we decided it was safe again.

I cracked open the door, and checked to see if the coast was clear. I couldn't see anything-or anyone. I nodded to Sam and we quickly pelted from the trailer and got off the porch. We ran to the chain link fence and Sam instantly went to work trying to find the slit again. The full moon shined down on us; if someone looked out of the window, they'd be able to see us...

I looked down to the ground and saw everyone's tracks. At first, it just looked like a jumble of random foot sizes and shoe brands. I even managed to catch the glimpse of something that looked hauntingly familiar...

Daryl...

"Terry!" Sam hissed at me from the slit. I looked between Sam and the footprints and then the trailer park. Was it even remotely possible that...?

A flashlight lit up in one of the trailers and I turned tail and ran to where Sam was holding open the slit.