Author's Note: I recently discovered the world of fan fiction. After enjoying the work of many fans, I decided to try my hand at it, and maybe give something back.

I figured I'd write one chapter and, if there's positive response, take it from there.

I'll start with angst. If the story continues, I'll take a stab at incorporating other genres.

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think.


Michonne stood looking down at the Governor as he clutched his chest. She considered finishing him off, but decided against it, that would be too good a death, better to leave the sick bastard as a buffet for the walkers. The sound of his screams as he was torn apart, however, brought her no feelings of satisfaction, as she had expected. She just felt tired.

Looking around, there was nothing but destruction. Her brain kicked into survival mode and, before knowing exactly how it had happened, there she was again with two pet walkers. And then she spotted it: Hershel's head, his walker head.

She paused for a moment after pulling her katana out of his temple and, suddenly, her brain was filled with memories of everything she had been through. It was all happening again. And, again, she felt tired. Exhausted. She felt tired of feeling tired.

She made the decision right then and there: no more, she was done.


Daryl threw a hand grenade down the barrel of the tank's main gun and waited for the son of a bitch to either burn or jump. He jumped. Exactly what Daryl was hoping for, now he got to put an arrow through the fucker's fucking head.

He did, but it did nothing for him; the prison was still in pieces and his friends, no, his family was still gone, every last one of them. His attention was brought back to his current situation by the sounds of the increasing number of walkers and he realized he was gonna have to run.


Michonne slowly became aware of her body and how it was hurting all over, especially her feet. It felt like she had been walking for days. In fact, she was walking right now. Surrounded by walkers!

Looking ahead, she saw that her pets were leading her, and not the other way around, like it had been with Mike and Terry. She was walking behind her walkers while walking among a group of walkers. She was dead. Wait, what? My god, she was dead.

Was this what she wanted, to die? Nothing easier, really, just one swish of her katana and she would slide into nothingness. No more regrets, no more guilt, no more pain. Hadn't that been her decision, "no more"?

Before she knew what she was doing, she decapitated her pets and started slicing through walkers, turning in all directions as they kept coming. She wasn't in control, it was as if she was inside her head watching as her body did whatever it wanted, and it clearly wanted to live.

After all the walkers were gone, her brain caught up: she did want to live. And, with that realization, she fell to the ground as a wall came tumbling down inside of her, releasing waves of tears past and present. Overwhelmed, she sat there for a long time and sobbed, her body shaking, until she was all cried out.

That's when she thought she heard something.


Daryl somehow found himself seating against a tree, with absolutely no idea of how long it had been since he left the prison; could be hours, could be days. Regardless, there he was, staring at nothing, thinking about nothing, feeling nothing. He wanted to feel angry. He wanted to feel sad. He wanted to want to scream, to punch things, even to cry. But he didn't feel, and he didn't want; he just didn't.

He absent-mindedly fumbled in his pockets and found some smokes. Lighting one, he took a long drag and waited for the buzz to kick in, but nothing came. He stared at the lit cigarette for some time and, when there was almost nothing left, he pressed it to his hand and watched as his skin burned. His brain was telling him that he should feel pain, but it just didn't seem to register.

Until it did. And with the physical pain came the emotional one, releasing waves of tears past and present. Overwhelmed, he sat there for a long time and sobbed, his body shaking, until he was all cried out.

That's when he thought he heard something.