Falling into the Undead

Chapter Thirteen

Bad Feeling

We're about to head into a mixture of canon and completely made up by me.

For now, here's the calm before the storm!

This story won't be updated on Sunday due to my grandfather's funeral. So, I will see everyone again next Wednesday.

My mother, she told me

"Don't get in trouble"

My father, he told me

He knew I would

-Twisted by MISSIO

Remington glanced down at the papers she had placed in front of Maisie and Landon. Landon was going over math work, and Maisie was practicing how to write her full name. It had been two weeks since they had found Rick, and she had that fight with Lori.

Remington stuck to Carol, helping her with whatever chore she was doing, and left to help Glenn when Lori appeared. Lori didn't bother with avoiding Remington, always acting as if nothing happened, while commenting offhandedly and acting as if she wasn't being a bitch.

Shane had seemed to start avoiding Lori as well. He always gained this tight, guilty look, when their eyes connected, before a frustrated squint in his eyes would appear and he'd walk in the opposite direction. Remington had begun to spend more time with the man. This hadn't passed by Rick's notice who grew worried and confused over his best friend's inability to be near him or his wife. He had tried asking her about what was going on, but Remington was nothing but loyal and had only shrugged, stating she couldn't be for sure, before distracting him with another topic.

She had only grown closer to the Dixons in that period of time. Daryl at least was no longer purposefully ignoring her it seemed. Though the woman wasn't sure if that was what he was doing before. Merle was no help with information on the subject. He just found it all amusing.

Merle had started to feel like family, it made her miss her own brother, her family, and people she tried not to think about because of the pain in her chest. She wasn't sure if they existed in this universe, wasn't sure she wanted them to exist here, because of the dead that walked the earth.

Daryl was still more of an acquaintance than anything else. He joined Merle, her, and the kids over at one of the fires at dinner. Shane had begun to join them as well, not really saying anything to the brothers, but no longer sending judging glares Merle's way. Glenn on occasion even joined them when he was feeling courageous enough. Having Shane around seemed to make him feel more at ease, but Remington knew he wasn't completely comfortable with Shane either. They all listened to the tales Merle would weave them as they ate. Remington constantly reminded him to make it PG-13 with the children's ears listening in.

It had started to feel familiar, and comforting, the little routine they had etched out of the apocalypse.

It didn't keep her from thinking of the danger around every corner, or how the timeline was now fucked, because Remington wasn't sure when the camp would be overrun, nor if Merle would be left behind anymore. It caused her anxiety, and as the days passed by, it caused her to become tense. It hadn't mattered that Merle had gone on two runs since then into Atlanta, and came back fine, with people whispering how he hadn't caused too many problems. They were even starting to get used to the new Merle Dixon, liking the one that Remington had brought out inside of him, and more willing to ignore when he cursed or argued when his temper would run amuck.

The nerves she felt at the knowledge of not knowing what might happen because of her changes caused an itch to form under her skin, driving her to become jumpy, and the need to constantly be doing something.

So, Remington took it upon herself to be in charge of the camp's security. She had begun to bully Shane into listening to her about the changes that needed to be made. The fact that they got along, and he spent most of his time around her, it hadn't been hard to badger him until he listened. She made good points. They shouldn't grow stagnant, willing to believe they were safe, just because it felt like it.

She walked around, asking people if they were willing to join a rotation and walk the perimeter of the camp, while another sat on top of the RV to keep watch. Many had jumped at the opportunity for something new to do and add to the fact that they also wanted to be safe, Remington soon had a bunch of no names, and those she knew, to help make a group big enough to constantly keep two people on watch.

It made her feel a little more secure. If the Walkers were to come out of nowhere, they would at least now have a warning system besides the cans that were still strung up and checked on daily. It caused her to have some kind of control over the emotions that bubbled up on the inside but wouldn't completely go away until things settled back into familiar territory. She tried to ignore how that would mean something happening to Merle, or them being forced to leave the quarry.

"I'm gunna go out today," Merle announced over breakfast one morning. "Daryl won't be back until tomorrow mornin' at best. Maybe sooner if he catches somethin'." Remington frowned as she glanced over from helping Landon clean his face free of the morning grits that stuck to the corner of his cheek. Maisie had flicked some of her food at him when he had teased her.

"Why?"

"Hate bein' stuck here. Bored. Want ta go out and do somethin'."

Her frown only deepened at his words. She hated it when he went out on runs. It didn't matter to her that with his attitude not being as overbearing she really didn't have much to worry about anymore. At least in the way of the group needing to shackle him to a roof, but that didn't make her feel any better. Merle, to her, at least, since she wasn't sure of how he felt, had become important to her. She felt the urge to protect him, running deeper than just wanting to help a character from some show, but an actual human being that she had grown close with.

"You could stay here and help me with the new warning system."

Merle scowled at her. She didn't blame him. Some of the wildlife had gotten tangled in the south side string of cans and messed it all up. Remington was going out and untangling it from the bushes before setting it back up. She wished they had piano wire, knowing it would cut right through the Walkers, and would be stronger than the flimsy string.

"Naw, sounds borin'. I'd rather go out with ta men and fight me some of 'em geeks."

"Andrea's going with them. Not just men." The grumble that came from her only caused Merle to smirk. "Prefer you to just stay here."

"Now, ole' Merle like's having a pretty little thing worried about him, but I ain't stayin' to do no pu-." He hesitated, eyeing the two children, who looked like they were busy with one another, but the little one caught his eye, before quickly looking away. She was definitely listening in on the conversation. Remington had caught it too because she sent him a warning glare about his language. "-woman's work."

"Real woman's work," Remington snarked. "Going out into the woods, pulling string from bushes, all in the name of keeping our group safe. Something tells me that if it was a little more exciting it would be called men's work. Too dangerous for the women to worry their pretty little heads about."

Merle rolled his eyes.

"Haven't seen none of those fuckers in the woods around here. Too far up I bet. We're a good hour's walking distance from yah cabin where yah ran into those geeks from before. Yah was lower. I think yah will be fine on yah own. Mah muscle won't be required."

Remington wouldn't mention how she thought it was boring as well. It wasn't exciting. It wasn't like she wanted to go on a run, to go into town, to be surrounded by the dead all the time, but it was more exciting than staying here doing laundry. She could admit it. She wouldn't admit that if she didn't have children, she might have joined Merle if at least to keep herself from worrying the entire time he was gone.

"Be safe. Be careful."

Insert another eye roll.

"Yah say this every time."

"I mean it, Merle."

He didn't mention how his mind went back to her warning. The possibility of being left chained somewhere was not a thought he liked to imagine much. It hadn't helped when the ankle biter had mentioned her seeing him without a hand and had said it so casually as if it were a fact and not something that could have happened. He had his hand. Remington may not have mentioned the little bit about his hand, but she had said to keep from doing whatever he felt was needed and knew that it had been implied. It didn't make him feel any better. Sometimes it crept up in his thoughts. He tried to shake them out, to just believe that both daughter and mother were crazy, that kids said strange things, but he couldn't just push it aside. Kids said crazy shit, and that was true, but they were also known to spill the truth.

"Yah care, I get it. I'll be good. Don't get your panties in a twist." He smirked wickedly at her. Remington only sighed but knew it was the best she was getting from him.

As Merle walked away, Remington following him with her eyes, Shane came to drop down in the seat Merle had just vacated.

"Our new member is going off with them," he muttered.

"Morgan?" she asked curiously. The man hadn't spoken much to her since they made it to camp two weeks ago. He kept most of his conversations to Rick and Duane, not talking much outside of them, and only responded when someone started a conversation with him. T-Dog was one of the people who tried pulling him into the group. Remington thought it would be good for the man, to make friends, to find a reason to integrate himself, instead of fixating on his pain. She was worried about him. Wondering if he wouldn't fall into madness regardless of his son being saved. Was it just a part of his fate?

She wasn't sure but hoped it wouldn't be. She promised herself that she'd try talking to him soon. Remington kept telling herself that she hadn't because she wanted to give him space and he hadn't tried talking to her either. It wasn't because she feared what he thought about her. She wondered if those words would grow true if she kept repeating them.

"Yeah, needs some things for his kid, or something."

"Didn't want to ask Glenn to keep an eye out?" It was strange to her that he would leave Duane alone with the group. The man avoided that like the plague. He didn't trust anyone here to look after his son, except for maybe Rick, and Remington was certain that was her fault.

"Supposed he didn't feel comfortable with asking. It seems he'd prefer to keep his business separate from us."

"Probably my fault."

"Naw, he's just stuck in his own head. If it had been my wife, I'd thank you. Putting her out of her misery like that."

Remington felt her head fall to the side slightly, curious about what he was saying, and if it was true. Maisie and Landon were playing with a ball a little way away from them, perfectly in her line of sight, and within reaching distance if needed, but they wouldn't be able to make out their conversation easily. She didn't want them to know she had killed someone's mom. Regardless that the mother had been a Walker already.

"Do you mean that?" She twisted a little, wanting to see him, needing to make sure that he was telling the truth, and wanted to know what was truly up between him and Lori. She was sticking her nose where it didn't belong again, but she didn't care. There were certain people in the group that had begun to feel like her family and Remington made it a habit to stick her nose in family's business, especially if it was going to end up getting them killed. She had always been the voice of reason, the one that talked them down from anger, or horrible choices.

"Not that I got one, but yeah. Fuck, for that matter if I turn into one, please shoot me in the head."

"That's gruesome," she said, shaking her head. "But if it's your dying wish I'll be sure to do it." She paused, biting the inside of her cheek, before opening her mouth to ask what she really wanted to know. "If it was Lori, the one who had turned, would you still be okay with someone doing what I did?"

He frowned, his back stiffening, as he realized what she was getting at. A soft breath of air escaped from him as he collapsed into his seat and chuckled a laugh that was more tired than happy.

"Yah sure know how to kick a man in the balls." He slid the cap off his head, ruffling his hair, as he let it drop into his lap. "I care for Lori. I always will, but those feelings, what I was doing with her, they were eating me up alive. Twisting me into a man that I'm not proud of. That I'm a bit scared of." His words had grown quiet, spoken softly, barely loud enough for Remington to hear them. She could hear the fear in them, the sorrow, and tiredness. "It was like a disease. I would have done anything for her, and when I saw Rick, in that house, the first thing I felt was anger, guilt, and something dangerous. I didn't like that he was there, standing alive when he shouldn't be, and what that would mean between me and Lori. I had resented it for a few hours. Then that night, stuck in the cellar, I reflected and realized the road I was falling on was one I wouldn't be able to come back from if I kept entertaining thoughts like that. I love that man. He's, my brother. I don't want to be the ass that takes his life due to some misguided emotions and feelings over a woman I never should have had them for in the first place. That talk we had helped a lot."

It was a lot for Remington to take in. She was shocked that he was sharing it with her. She had suspected but was at a loss with the way he acted, and how it seemed she had changed something without realizing it. Apparently, she hadn't changed a lot in the beginning, he still had those emotions, but she had managed to help.

"How do you feel now? The same?"

"Now I just feel tired." His voice reflected his words. The way he slumped in his chair. It was reflected in the way she had been allowed to plow through like a bulldozer and force what she wanted onto the group in terms of safety. It hadn't mattered that the others thought they were safe, and it was unneeded, because when Shane had spoken up for it, and Rick and back him, the others had fallen in line easily. "I just want it out in the open. For Rick to know. To condemn me in any way he sees fit and move on. Lori doesn't want that, is afraid of what Rick will think, will do, she doesn't want him leaving her."

"Hardly seems fair for you."

"Yah. Not that it matters but I'm just gonna follow along with whatever she wants to do. Whatever was between us is over, and that's it."

Remington could feel that itch starting under her skin again. She knew it wasn't over. That in a few weeks, by the time they made it to the farm, Lori would figure out she was pregnant, and it would be brought up again. She only hoped it didn't end up changing anything for Shane, making his future worse, cause right now Remington could see brightness in it if nothing changed. She wanted the best for him.

"That's good."

He raised his brow at her.

"Just that things are over, and you are both moving on, could get dicey if one of you was still pining after the other."

"Yeah, I think we're fine on that front."

"Cool." Remington felt a little awkward, but she reached over and took his hand. She squeezed it comfortingly, hoping it wasn't crossing any boundaries between them, as they had never talked about being friends since that car drive. Remington only assumed he had meant it and wasn't being sarcastic. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here!"

"Yeah, my own apocalyptic therapist."

"Yah know," she started, having taken back her hand from his, while a smile was growing over her face. "I had graduated from college to be a therapist. Was hard going, as I had been pregnant with Maisie there at the end, and some other complications, but I graduated with top honors, and had planned to get a job once we settled in after the move."

"Shit. For real?" He seemed surprised by the knowledge before he began shaking his head and letting off a real chuckle. "Fuck. No wonder you are always in my business. With the shit between Lori and I, it's like a therapist's wet dream."

Remington snorted.

"Oh, yeah, nothing better than some good drama in the middle of the end of the world. I was just getting bored when you stumbled into my life. Really gave me some purpose."

"Yeah, I don't doubt it."

They both laughed. Remington stood to stretch, readying herself to go out and fix the line when Shane followed her movements.

"Just so you know I appreciate the talks. Don't matter if you were using your therapy shit on me. It helped clear my head, and the thoughts, so thanks."

"No problem."

"Being your friend give me a discount? Don't owe yah anything for the sessions you've coerced me into without knowing? I probably owe yah like one life-saving by now."

Remington couldn't help the huff of amusement that escaped her mouth as she shook her head before shoving at him.

"God, you're an ass. What am I like a magnet for those who like to tease me? What did I do to deserve such a thing?"

"Come on, it's funny."

"Hardy har har. I'm laughing up a storm."

"Don't yah have somewhere to be? A line to fix or something? So prickly I swear."

As she walked toward her kids, wanting to know that they didn't plan to leave Carol's sight, she knew it was time to get to work. They had planned it this way the night before. Remington wanted to avoid taking them into the tree line. She tried to keep the kids away from the trees as often as possible except for when it was time for survival skills. They did it every day, only skipping when Merle left for a run, or Remington was caught up in work around the camp.

Maisie hadn't started shooting the gun. Merle had gone out and found a bb gun, quiet, didn't make much noise, for her to practice with. Her aim was still terrible, but it grew better, and closer to the target every day they practiced. One day she would be ready for the responsibility of a gun, and Remington was both happy and scared that she wasn't there yet. Landon was far better, hitting the target often, but still only kept his machete at his side.

She felt safer with it this way. It meant fewer accidents would happen. She would make sure a gun was placed in their packs when they left, just in case, but would be warned not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

Every day they were at the quarry Remington found herself becoming tenser. She was trying to find reasons for them to leave. So far, the others hadn't agreed with them. None of them saw the need to leave a place they felt was safe. She only cemented the idea into them with her patrols. They could see the camp was safe, had people making sure it was, and every day it stayed that way the more they felt it. She wanted to leave before the herd moved through. She didn't want to witness the carnage, worry about her family's life, and have to go through something like that. Not when it was avoidable.

It wouldn't happen until she produced hard facts that would sway the group.

She wondered if the promise of a farm would be enough to push them into action. Winter would be here sooner than anyone would like. They wouldn't be able to grow anything before then, but next year they would have the chance. She knew the quarry wasn't long-term living. She could see that and hoped someone else would figure it out as well. Once winter came it would be harsh living out here. It didn't matter that Remington knew it wouldn't be the thing to drive them forward, but it might just help her with the fight she had been pushing for.

The thoughts of this swirled in her head as she worked. She ignored the way the burs from the bush would cut into her skin. They tore at her flesh, but she was unwilling to leave the string there, knew they didn't have anymore, and that this was the last of it unless Glenn or the others happened to find more.

She had asked both Rick and Glenn to keep an eye out for any. The sturdier the better. She had been surprised to know that Rick was going with. He had stuck to the camp, never going out with the others, cause all it took was one look from Lori, or Carl, to keep him from venturing out. Today he had pushed for it. She could see that his own itch had begun to take over. He had spent too long doing a lot of nothing, surviving with the mundane, needed space, and something more to do. Lori hadn't looked happy, but Carl had seemed happier after father and son spoke quietly by themselves.

She hoped Merle was behaving himself. Remington didn't like him going anywhere with Rick, always worried the man would piss him off and have the need to be handcuffed somewhere. It wasn't unlikely, but it probably wouldn't be happening from Rick, unless a fight broke out. Having been a policeman Remington had seen the way Rick felt the need to be the leader, to be the one to dish out orders, much like Shane, and take charge. It had just come naturally to them. He felt the need to keep the peace and would more likely fall back onto old habits if a normal thing like fighting broke out. It's why she kept warning Merle. Sometimes he slipped, his anger getting the best of him, and she didn't want that happening out on a run.

No matter what happened she would keep her promise.

If something happened, she would go off to save him.

She just hoped it was never needed.

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It took two hours to untangle the string and then place the cans back on it. She had finished tying it a little while ago when she heard a commotion back at camp. She wasn't terribly too far away from everyone, a few hundred feet into the tree line, far enough away that it gave them a warning of danger, and they could hear it when it clanked against one another.

The voices were hurried, not exactly panic, but concerned. She could hear Shane's voice rise, demanding everyone to quiet, and then a hush. She picked up her pace, holding the bundle of berries she had picked after fixing the line, knowing the kids would like them for a snack and hadn't seen a reason at the time not to grab them. Now it only slowed her down as she made sure not to drop them in her haste to make it back.

Her eyes bounced from each person finding no one hurt, or covered in blood, but not sure why they were back so soon. They hadn't been expected for at least another hour or two. The run was supposed to take longer, they were going deeper into the city, and needed more things. She didn't hesitate to drop the berries into a random bowl, freeing her shirt, as she strode closer to the cluster of people. She was looking for one specifically, she hadn't heard his voice, or seen his face, and it was causing her to grow on edge.

Shane noticed her first. His expression was guarded, the corner of his lips tilted down, as his face darkened at the worried look in her eyes. It didn't make her feel any better about the situation. Pushing forward, normally she would have been apologetic, but they were all in her way at the moment, and it made her care a little less than usual. He shook his head, trying to keep her from coming closer, knowing what she would do when she found out, and not caring about it.

Remington, of course, ignored him as she walked up to Rick.

"Where's Merle?" Her voice was stern, showing she didn't care for his excuses, and just wanted the truth.

"We ran into a bit of trouble in the city."

The line may not have been familiar, but Remington knew what was about to come. She had been waiting for it, scared that it might still happen, but had been so certain it wouldn't. Merle had been better. There shouldn't have been a reason for them to do that, or at least she had wanted to believe that.

"What's that got to do with Merle?" She needed to hear him say it. Her fists clenched at her side. She was preparing herself not to swing at Rick after he spoke, because who the fuck left a helpless man behind without proper protection, or thought it was okay to handcuff and leave them there after he calmed down when anything could go wrong.

"There was a group. Non-friendlies. We tried to keep the peace, but the other men weren't having it. They started making comments, it wasn't just Merle, none of us liked hearing them, but they said something, Merle snapped, and a fight broke out. One of the men managed to grab him, cuffed him to a pipe on the roof, and held a gun to his head. We all froze, I tried talking them into giving the key to us, we had made so much noise that it caught the attention of some Walkers. They laughed, threw the key over the edge of the building, and took off. We had no way of helping him, nothing was going to cut through the cuffs, so we left him, and secured the door behind us, there's no way the dead are gonna get to him. Raced back here as fast as we could."

Remington couldn't help the way she froze, her body was still shaking, in anger, or sadness, she wasn't sure, but it could have been for both reasons. This wasn't how it was supposed to go down. This was completely wrong, except for the part where Merle was left behind, cuffed, and all alone. She couldn't help the image of him managing to cut off his own hand, but she wasn't sure that would be an option for him this time.

It would seem she had changed something, yet again, but in the end, some events seemed to stay the same. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Glancing around she rubbed at her face, trying to get her thoughts in order, there was no reason to be pissed, it wouldn't help, and she needed to produce a plan. Merle needed to go be saved. There was no way she was leaving him to roast on top of a building all by himself.

"Why didn't anyone stay behind with him?" she asked, tired, as her eyes drifted up to the sky. It was still early afternoon. They would have time to go grab him and bring him back before nightfall. If they moved now.

"Wasn't thinking," T-Dog said, he looked upset. "All we knew was there were Walkers breaking in. Got scared. Left him behind."

"Anyone think to leave him water?" No one spoke up. It just caused her to spiral once more, anger taking over, as she forced the emotion back down. Her stomach turned. That itch had only grown worse, building under her skin, as she tried to come up with a plan. She didn't want to go into the city. It scared her. Terrified her. She was happy that no one asked, that she had children she didn't want to leave, and instead dealt with keeping them safe at camp. She had brought order to the camp, and all because she was terrified of the thought of being out there wandering around, trying to find safety, with the knowledge that nowhere was truly safe.

"All right, we need to go back. Exposure could still get to him even if you guys are sure Walkers won't. It should only be a small group. The more we bring the harder it'll be to get back out if something were to go wrong, and we still need people here to protect the camp." She tried not thinking about the small herd that would be moving through soon. Would it take place tonight? Or had that been something she changed as well? She couldn't write it off. Wouldn't write it off. Her kids would be here, but Remington was determined to be back before nightfall. She wouldn't have them here by themselves without her being here to watch out for them. She couldn't get it out of her head, and it only brought on another wave of fresh fear, she tried pushing it back, and only focusing on what needed to be done right now. She would take it one step at a time.

"I'll go back," Glenn said. He looked terrified of the idea, but knew he was the best choice, he knew his way in and out far better than anyone else.

"You'll go with me," Remington nodded.

"You're not going," Shane said, stepping forward, a frown on his lips as his eyes narrowed. "Yah got to stay here. For those kids."

Remington didn't want to fight with him. She couldn't possibly explain the promise she had made to Merle, and how she needed to be the one to go back and get him. She was afraid that if the group from before did it, like in the show, Merle would be long gone, and lost to them. She couldn't let that happen. There had to be a difference. She had to be the difference. That feeling of needing to be in control took over and forced itself forward.

"I've got to go," she said calmly. "You won't understand but I made a promise."

"Then I'll go with you. To watch your back."

It actually made her feel better, knowing he would be there, having watched her back before, she felt safe with the knowledge he would be joining, even if the itch grew worse at the idea, but then Rick took a step forward.

"No, you should stay, and I'll go." Remington immediately began to shake her head. She didn't know why but something in her gut told her not to let Rick go with her.

"Both of you should stay," she said forcefully. "If something were to happen while we're gone, I need to know that two of our best shooters will be here to protect the camp." It wasn't what she wanted to say, but something in her gut told her it would be for the best.

"You think something bad will happen?" Shane asked, looking confused, but there was something about Remington that made him hesitate. She sometimes said and did strange things. There were times when it seemed she knew events that would happen before they did. They had conversations before, about his past, and she would laugh, or make a comment, and a few times she had slipped, letting off as if she had already known. It always left him feeling confused, but she would wave it off, say Rick or Lori must have told her, but Shane began to doubt that. On occasion he watched her as she would hesitate, looking for something, thinking of something, before moving forward. Everything was carefully planned out before she did it or said anything. She was a conundrum, but she was loyal to the camp, and to certain people within it, so he trusted her.

"I just have this bad feeling."

Instead of fighting with her, he wanted to, but that look in her eye, the fear, and uncertainty, with a hint of determination, told him not to.

"All right. We'll stay here, but I'd feel better if you took another with yah." He wouldn't mention how he didn't trust Glenn to have her back, the man was a bit jumpy, and he wasn't certain what condition Merle would be in when they found him. He would feel better if someone else went with her.

"I'll go," a voice called out. Morgan. He stood, off to the side, listening. His expression was blank, but Shane knew they hadn't talked since the incident with his wife. He wasn't sure what the man thought of Remington, and it made him a little uneasy sending the two off with one another.

Remington, however, didn't feel the same way.

"Glenn, Morgan, and I," she said, nodding to herself, as she smiled. "That's who will go. Everyone else will stay here. We'll grab Merle and be back before nightfall. Grab what you need because I want to be gone in fifteen."

Shane watched her walk away. She hadn't hesitated, hadn't looked to others to see what they thought about it, just figured they would follow her lead. The others looked confused. They weren't used to this side of Remington, but Shane, well he had seen it before. He had seen the leader in her, the way she planned things meticulously, and always had something for backup. She never backed down and had badgered him endlessly until she got her way. The others hadn't seen that side of her, but he had, a lot over the last month.

She was a force to be reckoned with.

Shane Walsh was not an idiot. He would not be the one to stand in her way. Not when he could see her greatness and decided if he wanted to survive this new world, then following her would lead him to it.

His loyalty to Remington had grown over the course of weeks, but at that moment it solidified, and he decided he would back her up on anything from that point on.

So, I'm just saying that if Rick had gone with, Remington's gut feeling would have been right. Something awful would have happened.

These next couple of chapters are some of my favorites. Or, I suppose, I should say the rest of the season is.

Review! I'm loving to hear what you guys have to say about what's going on. I really helps push me forward.

Reviews:

Trololololololol: Thank you for all of your reviews! I enjoyed reading every single one of them.

I too am not used to this pace. I swear this story has possessed me and the chapters are coming out a lot faster than anything I've ever written before. For now, I'm just enjoying the fact that if I hit a major snag, I have several weeks' worth of work for you guys so I should never just up and disappear on updates.

Your idea about Remington going through and adopting all the orphans of the apocalypse really has gotten my mind thinking. She could totally do that and seems to be heading in that direction anyway. I love it.

As for the pairing, I have actually figured something out on that front. It's probably going to surprise people but after talking with a few readers and some people I'm close to in real life I decided its the direction my story was taking without me realizing it.

There is a pretty big surprise at the end of the season. A couple actually but no Remington death just yet. ;D

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