It had been eight days since Ana and the others had first arrived at Crossroads Mall.
It had been eight days since this all had started, eight days since the world fell apart...and eight days since Luis died and became one of those things.
Much like the others, Ana was scared and confused, but she tried to keep herself busy by doing what she knew best.
She made sure Tucker's leg was all right and checked with everyone else if they were feeling all right and needed any help.
She knew her background in medicine was helpful and everyone was lucky they had her around...but deep down inside she felt like she couldn't help anyone.
She couldn't help Vivian, she couldn't help Luis or Frank...not even that woman who died in Metropolis.
She couldn't help anyone...she was useless.
Today the day seemed to go by in a flash, she kept bust like always and talked with the others who she had started to get to know more about.
But she wanted to be alone for a little while, she really didn't know why, but she needed time to think.
The sun was starting to slowly set over the crumbling city ahead of her. The sky had started to turn a dark tint of orange and pink as the sky became darker and darker.
Ana was sitting on the edge of the roof, heights really didn't bother her that much as she swung her legs down and looked at the lifeless zombies bellow.
She locked eyes with a few and deep down inside felt pity for them since once they were people, they had life's and loved ones just like she did.
She leaned forward a little and sighed as the zombies waved their hands up and groaned louder.
Just then a voice came behind her.
"Ana?"
The voice sounded uneven and nervous.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Michael standing there.
For the past few days the only person Ana felt half right with and not uneasy was Michael.
He was a kind and calm man that seemed to really care for others and treated her with respect.
Sure he was handsome...but whenever she looked at him for to long she would snap out of her little day dream and curse herself for looking at another man while her husband slowly shuffled down there with the others.
Why she was feeling this way?
"Hi Michael...thought you were down with the others?"
Michael looked nervous and took a step forward.
"Just wanted to see if you were okay."
Ana gave a weak smile and brushed her hair out of her face.
"I'm fine...just thinking."
"Do you wanna talk?"
"Nothing really to talk about...just scared."
"Yeah I know the feeling."
"Do you think help might come?"
Michael shrugged.
"It might...I don't really know Ana."
Ana then knew Michael was a good man, he wasn't like the others...somehow he made her feel good about herself, no matter what had just happened.
"Ana?"
"Yeah Michael?"
He looked nervous again and held out his hand.
"Mind if you come downstairs with me...you sitting on the edge is making me nervous."
He shifted his feet and she saw color come into his face. She had to smirk...she guessed it wasn't the best place to sit, and their was a chance she might lose her balanced and fall off...but seeing Michael this nervous shocked her.
"All right."
Ana then slowly got up and knew she was giving Michael a heart attack as she walked away from the edge and towards him.
She locked eyes with him and then the wind picked up.
"Better?"
Michael on."
He then reached out his hand and without thinking Ana took hold of it and started to walk towards the stairwell...but as she did something hit her inside.
Luis had been cheating on her.
There was another woman and he tried to hide it...she even called the house once/
She was scared he was going to leave her so she pretended it was all a lie and went on with their "perfect," life.
He was the one that didn't love her...even when he changed he tried to kill her.
Why was she beating herself up for someone that didn't even love her back?
Then hate entered her heart...she hated Luis for what he had done to her, she hated him for cheating on her and she hated him for making her feel bad.
She then stopped dead in the middle of the roof top, their sneakers crunched in the dust rocks that were laid down on the roof and then stillness filled the air.
Ana looked back at the edge as Michael's arm stretched out and he watched her as she just looked ahead.
Then out of nowhere Ana's tears were gone that were filling her wide blue eyes, she yanked away from Michael's grip and ran towards the edge of the roof...she then pulled off her wedding band and threw it with all her might into the ocean of zombies.
Tears then started to roll down her cheeks, tears of hate.
"I HATE YOU!" she screamed and then picked up a handful of rocks and started to fling them off the roof, screaming over and over again as Michael watched.
She took more rocks and threw them harder and harder then she fell back hard on her ass and broke down...she had nothing left in her, she was to tried to do anything but cry.
She then pulled her knees up to her chest and started to sob.
She told herself so many times not to cry...just made it turn into something else, and she did...she turned it into hate and now she knew the truth that it was over.
As hot salty tears rushed down her face she then felt a cool smooth arm touch her shoulder...she looked up and saw Michael sitting beside her.
The sky now became darker and his face seemed to be the only thing she could see clean through the blinding tears that she couldn't stop.
She then cried harder and he opened his arms and held her...she buried her face into his shirt and cried for another hour or so as he rocked her back and forth.
When Ana felt like she couldn't cry anyone she raised her head and looked at him and he smiled...it was now pitch black out and tiny silver stars shinned from above.
She couldn't find the words...but she knew he understood and it was just between them now.
Both looked at each other and Michael gave her a soft harmless kiss on the cheek and helped her up.
"Come on, let's get back inside okay?"
Ana smiled and nodded as he took her hand again and went inside.
"He wouldn't let anything happen to me..." she thought again.