Too much is happening.

Blake had her back against a tree, away from the group. She just needed a moment to breathe, a moment to think. Things have just been getting out of control, out of her control.

She hunched forward, her hands on her knees. With her eyes closed, she listened to her surroundings. The leaves rustled slightly at the wind. She could hear the faint sound of voices from the group. She just wants things to be the way they used to. There wouldn't be so much of a struggle to keep people alive.

People would be alive.

Upon thinking of the past, it began to hurt more than usual. She could see Michael's face, the usual smile on his face. Without realizing, she began to imagine his scent, his favorite cologne: Chanel Bleu. She covered her mouth as a choked sob escaped her.

She couldn't cry. Not now. But her emotions got the best of her.

Her shoulders shook as she began to let everything out. She cried for when Rick was shot, when she believed him dead and for her boyfriend. She doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. She missed him, all of him. Everything is just reminding her how things will never be the way they used to, and that just hurt even more.

Blake covered her mouth with her hands to muffle her cries. The last thing she needed was someone, or something, to hear her. She just needed a moment. After that, she will be fine. Everything will be fine.

She kept telling herself that she can't get attached. People will die. The only thing she can control is protecting her family. Blake knows that Rick and Shane can protect themselves, but she would give her life for them. There was no doubt about giving her life for Carl. She just needs to focus on her family. Losing Amy cannot cripple her.

She was just a friend, someone that she had known for more than a month. That's it.It wasn't like Amy was her best friend, or anything like that.

Watching Andrea put down Amy brought out some emotions, and Blake did not expect that at all. She did not expect to be overwhelmed with grief. She didn't feel this when Amy died, so why now when she was put down?

Blake took deep breaths, calming herself down as she gathered herself. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she stood up straight and looked around.

She's fine.

Everything is fine.

Sure, she used to have more control over situations, but not anymore. She just has to accept how things are, as difficult as that may be, it is possible. Dragging her hands down her face, Blake had broke down and ended her moment of weakness.

Standing straight, her shoulders pulled back, she wiped her cheeks and took a deep breath. She's fine. Everything is fine. Her family is alive. That's what matters. No one, not even her, can make her fall. Her family needs her.

With that in mind, Blake pushed herself off the tree and began to head back to the camp. The chatter got louder and louder as she walked into the clearing to see everyone. People were packing, heading their own separate ways.

That's good, less people to worry about.

It didn't help that Jim had gotten bit, so many were not fond of being near the man at the moment, and it was understandable. Jim is a threat. To her, he was already gone. The bite kills a person in less than 24 hours and has them turn into those mindless beasts. Going to the CDC feels useless. They would not have a cure. A cure to fight this aggressive disease would take years to develop. The government had fallen, so there would not be any sort of funding or resources given to continue researching. Plus, she doubts that anyone would have stayed in the building. She wouldn't, not when her family is at risk.

In the end, it was Rick deciding where the group was going. Blake had to be honest. She did not understand how Rick ended up being the leader of the group after being here for about three days. Shane used to be the one calling the shots, keeping the group save from anything. Blake did not want to think badly of her brother, but she could not help get those thoughts. Rick arrives and everything goes belly up. However, his presence is of a natural born leader, and people can't help but follow. That is how it has always been. Come to think about it, it did not surpriseBlake. Rick always had that presence, so many always looked to him for answers. She wonders how well he will handle the pressure when things will get difficult.

Blake walked towards her tent, grabbing her bags and making sure she had everything. From the looks of it, she does. She patted herself down, making sure she had her knife and gun with her. Any other time, she would have patted herself down for her wallet, phone and keys, but those days are long gone. How unfortunate. Putting her bag over her shoulder, she began to make her way to the RV.

"Blake," someone called her name. Glancing to the side, she saw that it was her brother. He seemed troubled. Blake stopped in her tracks and gave her full attention to him.

"The CDC, do you think it's a good idea?" He asked bluntly. Blake had a feeling that Lori may had told him something to make him doubt himself. If it wasn't Lori, then Shane. Both of them really have a stupid way of expressing their opinion.

Biting her lip, she shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. I don't think there's anyone in the building. After everything that had happened, I don't think they have the sources to find a cure -- much less this quick. To find a cure to an aggressive disease, it takes years -- decades."

Blake didn't want to ruin Rick's plans, but those were just her thoughts. Just by her words, Rick deflated with regret. She could see that his doubt grew further. So, she decided to try to be optimistic with this.

"But, I do believe it's better than Shane's idea. Nothing good comes from military bases. Men with guns always believe they have power. That arrogance will get people killed. With the government gone, there wouldn't be a true leader. I'd prefer heading to the CDC than being around people that we don't know and that are heavily armed. Hell, maybe their own arrogance even got them killed and we would have wasted gas to a dead-end."

Her words seemed to have consoled Rick. He seemed to have relaxed a bit. That confidence returned and he nodded to her words.

"Hey," she smiled slightly and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be alright. Don't worry to much, you'll get worry lines." She said as she poked his forehead. He playfully swatted her hand away with a laugh.

"Alright, I trust your judgement. Everything will be alright."

She may have been a bit too optimistic to believe that the CDC may be the better option. Between a military base and a research facility, she'd chose the latter. Blake doesn't trust strangers with guns, especially the military.

She watched from the passenger side of the RV as Andrea and Shane were dismantling a handgun. Her cheek was leaned against her seat as she watched.

Jacki had decided to be the one to care for Jim, even when Blake offered. All that Jacki had to say is what could Blake do that she couldn't do herself.

It did bring Blake down a bit hearing that. After all, there was nothing different that Blake could do. She can't help Jim or anyone. It was a lost cause, just waiting for someone to die. Again, she was useless.

So, when Jim said that he wanted to get off of the RV to die, she accepted it. After all, it wasn't like he was going to survive. He is going to die and turn into one of those things.

She didn't bother saying goodbye to the man. She wasn't close to him. So, she didn't say goodbye. It felt like if she were being a hypocrite. Blake didn't really care about him to say goodbye. She just waited in the RV as people said their goodbyes. Blake was glad when Rick nor Shane approached her about her opinion. She really wasn't in the mood to be in the middle of an argument on whether Jim should die or not. Because she knew that one of them wasn't going to like her answer and it would have started something that she wasn't in the mood to finish.

It was good that he was left behind, because it would have placed the group in danger. He could turn and attack anyone, biting them and adding more people to the undead.

It wasn't long before they arrived to the CDC. Blake looked ahead, seeing all the bodies on the ground. Grimacing, she could smell the stench of death. Forcing herself not to gag, she stood up one Dale stopped driving, stretching her legs a bit.

"This is as far as we go," Dale stated as he glanced back at everyone in the RV. Nodding, Blake began to make her way out. Her hand on her waistline to feel her gun and knife on her. Feeling that security, she stepped out of the vehicle first to be hit hard by the smell.

She couldn't help but gag before she was able to compose herself. This was going fun, she couldn't help but think.

Maybe heading to the CDC wasn't such a good idea, but it was too late to back out now.