Oh holy crap, I never meant to leave everyone hanging like that. My computer kind of exploded, and I've been on a tablet until recently. Sadly the only way I could access was on mobile, and you can't upload on mobile. Since I had no way of uploading any new chapters and stuff, I put off any writing until I got a new computer. But I'm back and so happy to be back, and writing again.

There is how ever more good news other than me returning, I've graduated, and I only work when my sister needs me, so I've got nothing but time on my hands at this point. Hopefully I'll upload a new chapter to "Lea instead of Lee" sometime in the next month or so, because I love that story (and AU I guess you could say), and remember passionately staying up till 2 Am writing and editing chapters when I had class the next day fondly. I spent like 4 months after my computer went south trying to find a way to upload chapters on the mobile format, never found a way to do so, as you know.

But I'm back, and I'm gonna update at some point with an actual chapter and not a notice. And we're gonna have our snarky A-hole taxi driver, and our kick ass historian, and our getin' down to walker killin' business 8 year old badass in training. And we might even see a certain redneck from Florida and his family, or maybe a vaguely important doctor and his daughter, but that would be SPOILERS, so I wont tell you too much.

Guess who's back, back again...

I'm sorry I don't actually know that song I'm just exited... You didn't see that but I just miss spelled most of that sentence in my excitement.

Love, TheDaughterofHera

"Daddy? What's happening, where's Mama?" asked a small black haired girl with glasses, eyes half open as she rests her chin on her father's shoulder tiredly.

The man stiffened, the image of what happened to his wife mere hours ago, her voice screaming as she was torn apart by those things. They where on a supply run, they won't be able to stay in their house any longer, especially with it so, so ...haunted... as it was now by memories of happier more peaceful times. He had tried to convince her to stay home with their daughter. He tried to protect her... but he failed, and now this place was haunted with ghosts he just couldn't deal with.

"D-don't worry about it baby. Mama... had to go somewhere. She's fine don't worry," said the man, hitching his daughter up higher on his back as he walked towards his car. He set her down and buckled her in quickly, he could hear their moaning coming from outside the garage door, "We're leaving too, sweetie."

"A-a-ar*aaaaahn*are we going to Mama?" she asked, yawningly, dark brown eyes tiredly looking up at her father. He was disheveled, and unshaven, which was quite unusual for days like today. It was Tuesday, Daddy went to the clinic and work with Dr. Martin and Dr. Clive on Tuesdays. So why was he packing things up and taking her somewhere? Was it a holiday she didn't know about? Where they going on vacation? Why where they leaving with out Mama? ...Where had Mama gone to?

"No, we're going somewhere else baby. We-we won't be seeing Mama for a-a while," he said, brushing his drowsy daughter's bangs from her face, he would need to cut them soon, "Just go to sleep, everything will be fine."

As he watches as his daughter's eyes fall closed in the reflection of the rear view mirror, he pulls the seat belt over his shoulder, reaches up and hits a button on his car visor, as the garage door rolled open, the moans of death grew louder.

He tried not to pay it any mind, as he pulled out bumping into some of them, they stirred and swarmed around his car, but he was driving to fast for any but the ones directly in front of him to cause any trouble.

He tries not to think about the ground up sleeping pills he mixed into what was probably his daughter's last cup of chocolate milk, how he now carries a bottle of them with him, in case he needs to do it again.

As he turns the corner, driving up the deserted remains of main street, he tries not to look at a familiar figure, lumbering, stumbling about with the rest of them.

Tries not to pay attention to the dark hair, so much like the head of hair sleeping in the back seat.

Tries not to let his eyes get drawn the light glinting off of the necklace strewn about the neck of what was now a monster.

Tries to forget it once belonged to his mother.

Tries to forget he gave it to her on their 5th anniversary.

He tries, and he tries, and he tries.... but he can't.

So he drives on, away from the pain, and the dead haunting their little town, away from the guilt, and the failure. Away from everything Sarah had ever known in her short life, and from every mistake Carlos dearly wanted to forget.

He just drove.