Ana was sitting in the back of the bookstore for the past half an hour. She hadn't moved from the leather couch that seemed hidden in the maze of wooden shelves that were stocked full of books...books written in the past and present and really didn't matter anymore.

Yesterday she had been laying in bed with her husband Luis, Her husband for the past three years of her life.

Now those three years were gone and dead just like him.

Each time she closed her eyes she could see him running towards her, his mouth dripping of blood.

Why did this happen?

She felt so alone and lost.

She tried to help the others with the one skill she had. But she still couldn't save them...Frank would be killed today all because she opened her big mouth.

She wished their was something she could do for him. He had lost his wife and sons...and now was about to leave his daughter in the hands of strangers.

She knew it had to be done...and knew the others were right. But it killed her knowing that their was nothing you could do for someone after they had been infected.

She then heard footsteps.

"Ana?"

She slowly turned and saw it had been Michael. She had been so angry with him felt like she couldn't even look him in the face...but once his sad gray eyes matched up with hers, all that hate disappeared.

He seemed like he couldn't find the right words...he just stood there.

"I'm glad you didn't do it."

She then had nothing else to say...that pretty much matched up every feeling she had inside her.

She then turned away...she didn't want him to see how scared she really was.

The store seemed to stand still for a minute...then the loud gun shot had gone off.

The sound of it made her jump and almost cry out. But she kept still until Michael walked over and sat beside her.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted...you just wanted to spare the poor guy's feelings and I acted like a jerk."

Ana then cleared her throat and looked over at him.

"I'm sorry to."

"Sorry for what?"

"For forgetting that your really an all right guy."

Michael then cracked a weak smile and just then Terry appeared.

"Ana?"

Ana snapped away from Michael's dark gray eyes and looked over at the young guard.

"Yeah?"

"Tucker is gonna need that cut cleaned..."

Ana told Terry she would be over to help in a minute.

Terry walked away and then Ana sighed...before getting up she looked over at Michael.

"We can still help people right?"

Michael looked at her and nodded.

"Ana, you can help plenty of people...even in you don't think you can."

Ana then slowly got up and left him, she walked over across the mall and went to go find the others.

Back in her mind she knew Michael was right...she still had some purpose to serve and maybe she could help people when they needed her the most, that might even be the reason that's keeping her away from going crazy.

But little did she know she was wrong...because not more then a month later when Michael was bitten she cried and begged she could help him...but the sad truth was...

She couldn't help the man she loved.