A/N: Well, it's time to tackle another enigmatic set of characters: the people in the pink house who all died together in season 4. That house...interests me. What happened to them? They all must have shot themselves in the head, because if they, you know, died any other way, they all would have been walkers, but instead they were all mummified. There was what, an elderly woman, a toddler and two little kids and a mother?

Chapter 10 The Pink House

Lorelei Smith was not thinking about too much today aside from her children, five year old Jessie, four year old Timothy, and her infant daughter, Carla. She'd had another busy day at work today, but some people seemed to be missing. She wondered if there was a swine flu going around or something like that. Her coworkers had been muttering among themselves and seemed strangely apprehensive.

Lorelei got out of her car and headed to her house, but before she could make it there, a familiar face greeted her, that of her neighbor, Mrs. Yang. Mrs. Yang was a kind old woman who often looked after the children and read stories to them while she was away. She lived with her two dogs and a cat just next door. In her arms was her cat, with no sign of her two dogs. Mrs. Yang looked panic-stricken.

"Are your kids inside and safe?" She asked.

Lorelei nodded. "Yes, why-"

Mrs. Yang tugged at her arm and pulled her inside, slamming and locking the door.

"I still need to-" She began, but suddenly thudding at the front door stopped her in her tracks. Looking out, she saw a teenage neighbor, covered in blood and groaning as he slammed his hands against the door. There was a girl with him, too, wearing a tattered, ripped shirt. Their eyes were both hollow and empty and they groaned and growled, snapping at the door and slamming agaisnt it.

"What is going on?" She asked.

Mrs. Yang hushed her and led her and the cat to an upstairs room where the kids were waiting, anxiously. The cat came in and was a comfort to the kids.

"What's happening?" She asked.

"Mommy, mommy! Something happened to Mrs. Smith today! We were learning letters and a man walked in and growled at her. She told us to hide, so most of us did, and got on the buses, because school evac-evac"

"Evacuated? Why? Did this man have a gun?" Lorelei asked.

"No, Mommy, he attacked her and she went to heaven, Mommy. Everyone was crying and real scared. School isn't on for a while. There've been more scary mean people outside, slamming and growling at us. Even Mr. Tennison!"

Sure enough, their old neighbor stood outside, snarling and eating one of Mrs. Yang's dogs as other walkers circled around the prey.

"It'll be okay." Mrs. Yang said. "I'm sure the Navy or Army will come. We lost power. But we'll be fine."

Only they never heard from the Navy. In fact, her boss called and then the line went dead.

When she went anywhere, she found quiet, deserted streets. Nothing but zombies walking around.

Their good mood continued as she entertained them with stories, but one day, Mrs. Yang's cat vanished after slipping outside.

Mrs. Yang went out to look for it and got bitten by a zombie.

"No, Mrs. Yang!" Timothy and Jessie screamed. "It got you!"

"I'll be fine, we'll all be fine." She urged.

Lorelei knew what they had to do. She grabbed her gun and some poison she'd managed to procure.

There was nothing more they could do.

By Mrs. Yang's request, Lorelei mercy killed her.

She turned to her children. "Kids, we all have to go to sleep."

The kids nodded, showing that they understood.

Carla was the first to be injected with the poison, only to be mercy killed afterwards. The two kids were next, crying, but she knew this was for the best. Those zombies would rip them apart. This was the only way.

After shooting them in the head, she looked around at all the beauty of her house, at the birds chirpinf outside. All in all, despite the apocalypse, and despite humans being gone, Earth prevailed. It was a beautiful day outside, she thought, as she swallowed the pill and held the gun to her head.

"I'll be where you are shortly, kids." She whispered before pulling the trigger.

Michonne opened the door and was disturbed by what she saw.

It was a pink room, filled with children's books, and there were several mummified figures sitting on the chairs and one on the bed. An old woman? A mother, perhaps, as she once had been? Several children and a baby? It was monstrous and repugnant, but at least they hadn't had to die and become Walkers.

Feeling repulsed at the gruesome imagery in an otherwise beautiful house, Michonne closed the door, deciding not to tell Carl about it. It was better that some secrets stay secret. Clearly, whoever had done that had wished for her family to stay anonymous and in peace forever. Who was she to deny them that?

And so they left the pink house behind with its memories, until a fire destroyed the house and its memories, due to lightning one night. Just another tragedy of the apocalypse.