A/N: I love writing this story.

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ArdentFilmandBookGeek: Haha thanks.

Sarah: Yay, glad you like it.

Guest1: I know! I want her to remember too

Guest2: Conflicting thoughts much? But yea, I take that as a compliment. Thanks so much!

She got up and said "Where am I?" She winced in pain as she kept her leg on the ground. I hurried forward to help her sit but she pushed me away. I glanced at Dad. This was just a phase. She would go back to normal and remember. Right now she was just in shock. It had to be that. She couldn't not remember me.

"Natalie" Dad said "You're hurt, you need to rest"

"Natalie?" She repeated, she had a look of distress upon her face "I need to go"

"Carl here is my son. He's your friend. We're not going to hurt you" Dad said. She glanced at me with such a foreign look in her eyes that I wanted to crawl somewhere and hide.

"Carl" She said, registering "If you really are my friend, please take me to my Mother"

Uh oh.

"Your mom" Dad started "She's not here right now"

"What do you mean? Where is she?" She asked.

"It's difficult to explain but she's not here" He said. I realized I hadn't said anything since I found out that she didn't remember. Maybe I should. Maybe my voice would bring back all the memories.

"What? I need to call her at least. She must be worried sick" She said.

"Your Mom's dead" I said. Her face snapped towards me as she noticed I was still here and then at what I had said. Her face went through a mix of emotions and then she finally said softly "I- I don't understand"

"Your Mom died, along with three fourth of the Earth's population" I said "There was an infection, a virus. It killed almost everyone"

She looked as if she was about to say something but then decided against it. She slouched and looked to the ground.

"Natalie" I said "I'm very sorry about that. I can't even imagine what you must be feeling"

"Yes he can" I heard Michonne "He lost his Mom too. Everybody lost someone, but you... You're lucky that you're still alive. Carl here is your best friend and he'll help you through this" She must have heard the whole thing "Now, sit back and relax. Your head injury hasn't healed. You need to let me stitch the wound"

Natalie listened and leaned back as Michonne sat down next to her and fixed her up.

"What about my dad?" She asked "Is he dead too?"

"Uh, we're not sure. Your father left your family a long time ago" Dad told her. She nodded as if she understood but I don't think she could process all this so easily.

"Carl, she's soaked in blood. Why don't you go find her new clothes? A little bit of normalcy at least" Dad said to me and I nodded. I went towards the back room to see if there were any. I didn't want to leave her but Dad was right. I grabbed some boots and saw a dress on a hanger. I took it and went back to them. Natalie was lying down on the couch and Michonne was talking to her. Probably explaining everything. I wish I could've done it but Michonne would be better at it.

"Hey, I found only a dress" I said and tossed it to Michonne.

"It's good enough" She said and handed it to Nat.

"I'll just go…change" She said and got up.

NATALIE

I quickly got up and left towards the back. I needed to get out of there. My head was pounding and my leg hurt. I still didn't believe the woman. Walkers? They just, couldn't exist. It wasn't possible. The man was very intimidating and Carl… Well, I didn't even know him. I took off my blood soaked tank top and shorts. Carl had got me a dress. If things really were how the lady Michonne said they were, a dress would be useless. I still slipped it on and stared at myself in the mirror. What had I gotten into? I didn't even remember how my parents used to look like, who my best friends were, what I liked doing, my favorite color…nothing. I looked nothing like I thought I used to, like I remember I used to. I'm not even sure which part of my life it was after which everything went blank. All I know and remember was my name and a few things here and there. Michonne had told me that Carl was my best friend. Why? Why would a boy be my best friend? Either I was a loser with no girl friends or he was so amazing that I never wanted to befriend anybody else. How could that even be possible? As far as I know I loved being a girl and dressing up, then how had I come to getting so close with a boy? Maybe, he was actually nice but I doubted it. I brushed my hair back from my eyes and peered at them. They were sea green. My dark brown hair was in tangles, curling up around my face which was covered in dried blood. My dress stood out from my appearance. It was simple and elegant, the color of raven's feathers with a snug waist. The skirt flared out from the waist and fell to just below the knees.

I stepped out and went back to them when I smelt something horrible. It was coming from behind a closed door. I went to and turned the knob.

CARL

I heard Natalie's scream and I ran as fast as I could to her. She was inside a room and on her knees.

"Natalie!" I cried and went to her. In front of her were rotting corpses and heads. She was staring at them wide-eyed and her face was tear-stained as she scanned the room splattered with blood and guts.

"Don't look" I said, shielded her from the sight and wrapped my arms around her. She clutched my shirt tightly and started sobbing into my chest.

"What happened?" Michonne asked running in with Dad.

"Nothing, she's fine" I said and led her away from the room.

"Its okay, Natalie" I said to her and smiled. She stared at me for a long moment and then pulled away mumbling apologies. She walked away, wiping her face. It had felt so right when she was with me and now she was going away again.

"What happened Carl?" Michonne asked me.

"She just got scared" I said and shrugged it off. I went to the entrance where she was sitting on the couch. Her head was in her hands and I could tell she was in pain. Both emotional and physical.

"Hey" She said as she saw me enter "Sorry, I didn't mean to make a scene"

"You didn't. Any sane person would be shocked and terrified by it" I said and slowly approached her. I didn't want to crowd her or overbear her.

She stifled a smile and said "It's okay, you can sit"

I nodded and took a seat next to her on the couch. I made sure I was far enough from her.

"So…" She said and wringed her hands together "Can you help me remember? I mean I know it's a long shot and it won't even work but maybe we can try"

"Of course" I said "Where do I start?"

"My favorite color?" She said nervously and laughed. She was still the same person even if she didn't remember.

I smiled and said "Purple" She nodded in agreement and said "What were my parent's names?"

"Kate and Jack" I told her.

"And did I have any other close relatives?" She asked. I shook my head "Just your parents"

"And my friends? Who were they?" She said.

"Uh, you had a ton but you didn't really like them much. You thought they were all pretty, thin and like Barbies which you hated"

"Thinner than me?" She asked and glanced at me.

"Uh, no. At that time. You've gotten skinnier these past few years. After everything happened" I told her. I also wanted to add that I thought she was pretty too but she hardly knew me.

"And did I have any boyfriends or anything like that at all, if I hated girls so much?" She asked. I was dreading this question but I still answered "Uh, you liked a guy called Tom but he died"

"How?" She asked.

"You killed him; he was trying to hurt you. He was infected" I said to her, hoping to ease her conscience.

"Oh, so all through school I had no friends?" She asked.

I gulped and said "Uh, you had me"

She looked at me and stared for a very long time. She was doing that a lot lately. It was creepy how she was looking right into my eyes. The previous Natalie would never have done that. She had a look of, amazement I guess, on her face. I didn't know what she was so amazed about.

"It's getting dark. You should get some sleep" I said and put on my hat. She snapped out of whatever trance she was in and grinned "A cowboy hat?"

"It's a sheriff hat" I corrected her and smiled.

"Good Night" I told her and got up so she could sleep comfortably. Huh, I got reminded of that night in the house. Yesterday actually. Seemed so long ago. One part of me was hoping she'd tell me to stay with her or something but she obviously didn't. She just smiled and stretched out her legs on the couch before dozing off.

A/N: Thoughts? Also I would appreciate some ideas of cute moments between Carl and Natalie. Review if you have any!