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Thank you for the really nice reviews! And as requested, this time around is T-Dog! ^.^

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T-Dog

For T-Dog, in this stupid, fucked up world, their was very little to cherish and be grateful for...well, at least for him. The walkers immediately took his girlfriend away, then his parents and pretty soon everyone else was gone.

And he was left.

He always tried to think of good times, happiness, love, but he repeatedly came up short. He just kept picturing the walkers, ripping the love of his life to shreds and taking his happiness with them as they wandered off, just leaving him behind, and he often wondered if he was just meant to survive this world without a family.

T-Dog sat quietly, feeling remorse for Jaquie as they traveled along, through the bumpy roads to Fort Benning, silently seething. Sophia walked, or rather bounced over to him with a quizzical look on her face.

"T-Dog?" She questioned, her voice light and fluttery. He almost missed it, but his head popped up and his eyes met her huge, lively blue ones.

"What?" He asked, watching her as she took a seat in front of him. The RV kept tumbling it's way through as Sophia kept her eyes trained on him.

"Why do you look so sad?" Sophia moved her head to one side for emphasis and she waited patiently for his answer. He almost scoffed at such an innocent word.

Sad.

This world was so much deeper, than sad. He shook his head and sighed.

"I just have a memory in my head,"

"What kind of memory?" She looked at him expectantly, urging him on as he tried to fit the words as nicely as he could.

"I just keep thinking about Jaquie and what she said, 'bout what Jenner said. Maybe I should have stayed, too. I hate bein' in this world, just witnessing deaths and seeing destruction and gloom. All I can ever think about his hate and anger now, I can't even remember the last time I even had a genuine laugh," Sophia thought about this, just pondering the very idea. She seemed a lot older in that moment to T-Dog as she sat quietly. He wanted it all to be gone, the pain, but he wanted it to be painless like Jenner had suggested.

"Hey T-Dog?" He lifted his head when the long-awaited response finally made it's debut.

"Yeah?"

"When was the first time you ever had hot-chocolate?" She questioned, with a slight smile on her face. He caught himself staring at her after a few moments, and tried to rack through his head to find this time. His eyes swept over Sophia as she was gazing out, looking so serene, and peaceful. He focused on his task and eventually found his memory.

"I was in sixth grade, like you," He started with a small grin, "It was the coldest winter for us I could remember. I ran inside with my friends and my mom was at the counter waiting for us. She was an impatient woman, you know? So we were kinda scared. She eyed us for a moment, before giving us these cups full of smoky air and chocolate dripping down the sides and she left. We looked at them for the longest time before I was finally brave enough to try it. So I picked it up, gave one last look to my friends and dipped my head back. It was the most delicious thing I have ever tasted in my life. I urged them to try it and they did too. We had Momma make for us all the time," He realized he was rambling so he meekly shut his mouth to stop the words and to close down his smile. Sophia giggled happily at this and pretty soon T-Dog joined in.

"Your Momma sounded nice," She commented. T-Dog nodded in agreement as his smile returned.

"Yeah, Momma was the best. She wouldn't go for half-assed, you know? She wanted you to do the best you could. She was kind and really smart, she graduated college, the first in her family, then it was me, and she was the best dancer I ever met in my life," He finally stopped the talking as he realized he hadn't talked about Momma like that in weeks.

"Whenever I'm sad, I always think about my favorite memory and I just think about for days

til I feel better. T-Dog you don't need to feel sad. When people die, they look over you and they are happy. You need to be happy, too," She sighed, looking out a window, "My favorite memory was when I flew my first kite. It went so high, and it was so bright out. It was pink with blue butterflies on it. It was the greatest, but now it's gone. But when I think about how happy I was at that moment, I get real happy and all my worries go away," She smiled brightly, her face turning a glowing color took over her face and features instead of that sickly pale color.

"How are you twelve and you're smarter than me?" T-Dog asked, a light chuckle in his voice. Sophia smiled and giggled shyly.

"Your Momma, she's dead, isn't she?" She quietly asked, look down. T-Dog gazed over her, his heart feeling warmer than it was before, a strange sensation was filling him.

"Yeah, but not in my memories," He said, tears clumping in his eyes. This time he wouldn't let them fall.

~ . ~

Two days, just two days after Sophia's death, T-Dog was sitting in the RV wishing she was in front of him again, smiling and filling him with memories and love. Instead, he had yet another memory. This time Sophia wasn't smiling brightly at him and speaking such wise, majestic words for her age. She was stumbling out of a barn as a walker, wanting to eat him rather than comfort him.

That was the memory he hated the most.

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