A/N: What will happen now that Lilly has an uninvited guest in her travels? Just read on to find out.

Lilly's POV

Well this is not at all awkward. A random women you've never met just ran out of a cornfield and then she asked to get in with me. Well, I can say I've been in awkward positions before, but considering that nothing else in the world is really important any more, it's kind of hard to start a conversation. I can feel her staring at me, thank goodness I can't really do the same as I'm driving. It's still kind of weird how I'm still driving like a civilised person, yet the most civilised person I've met so far was Lee.

"Where're you from?" Bonnie asked me. I understand what she's doing, for the time being, she's just going to try and make conversation.

"I'm from Macon," I told her.

"That's not that far away," Bonnie said. "You haven't travelled very far."

"I don't like change," I said to her.

"You musta been pissed when the world turned out like this," she joked.

"I guess I'm still pissed." I exclaimed. "What's happened to you? I mean to get to a place like this, by your accent, I can tell your not from around here."

"I'm from Texas," she told me. "I lived there till I was 18, then I moved in with my jackass of a boyfriend."

"What's happened to you since all this shit started?" I asked her.

"Well, if you couldn't tell, I was a drug addict," she revealed. "This married couple found me, we were together until several minutes before you found me." I could just tell that she was depressed by the tone in her voice, it was quite husky, but soft. "I kind of fell for the fella of the two, and he didn't want his wife to find out. Well, that's when we found out that Dee had either stolen something, or found something, I'm still not certain on the situation, but then we were separated, I hid behind a tractor to shield myself from what I thought were the people trying to kill us, I had some metal pole I found and whacked one in the head, but it turned out to be Dee. As she was dying she called me a 'junkie,' Leland came over and just looked at me when I told him I did it."

Woah, that's some pretty messed up shit.

"What about you?" She asked me.

"Where do I start?" I said to her. I saw in the corner of my eye that she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I was with my dad, some other people I met, and we set up group at a motor inn. We stayed there for over 3 months, we met this family who live on a farm, we didn't think much of it because they had food and didn't seem suspicious. But then they chopped off a member of our group's legs and tried to feed it to us." As I said that, I could tell Bonnie was shocked because she stopped breathing. "They locked us up in a meat locker, and my dad had a heart attack, one guy, Lee, tried to help me revive him so that he wouldn't come back." Bonnie seemed to be invested in this story I'm telling her.

"But, this jackass, Kenny, he grabbed a salt-lick from nearby and smashed my dad's head in right in front of me." Bonnie just sat back in her chair, dumbfounded by the story she is listening to. "We escaped the farm killing the mother of the farmers and Lee let the others live. We found a car with supplies and the group decided to steal everything that was inside. After that, we carried on trying to survive at the motor inn, but then we were ambushed because a stupid member of our group was giving them drugs and he missed his deadline. We didn't really know who it was, but I had my suspicions, but I was getting so pissed off during the situation, and this girl Carley was getting me so agitated, I shot her in the head. Not my most favourite moment."

"What did your group do?" She asked.

"They let me back into the RV, but they tied me up so that I wouldn't hurt anybody else. I got out because this stupid kid, Ben, left a knife on the table next to me. Then I stole the RV and drove back to the motor inn, but then the RV crashed and exploded."

"You've had an eventful 3 months." Bonnie said, kind of amazed.

"You have no idea." I told her. "How do we get over things like that?"

"We adapt to the world around?" Bonnie said, "When bad things happen, we get over them, usually through time, but now that it happens so regularly, we just get over it, maybe minutes after it happened."

"Yeah, but it's hard, I mean," I said, stuttering, at a loss of words. "Before I left, we all found out that Kenny's son, Duck, was bitten. He's not going to get over it, I think that will be the death that finally gets those jackasses to realise that moving around doesn't help, and dealing with new people won't ever work."

"You let me in your car," Bonnie pointed out.

"It was different, you were quite clearly in danger, and considering your arm was in pain, you seemed really harmless." I said to her, trying to point out I was in the right.

"Well thanks." She thanked me again. "I think everyone has been through shit, before and after all this happened. Sometimes, you have to put things into perspective, everyone has had a bad experience, especially now, and I'm still sure that when people meet, they are trying to make their experiences sound more pedestrian than others."

Trying not to think about it, I try and change the subject. "Where are you off to?" I asked her.

"I have no idea, but I don't want to go too far," she started, "maybe another mile or so. What about you?"

"This woman came to me in a car whilst I was walking, she told me about this community in Brookhaven, at the time I said 'no,' but now I'm thinking I might try it out. If that doesn't work, I'm going to stay in Chattanooga for a while."

"Weird name for a city." She said, kind of laughing. "What do you think the place will be like?"

"I don't know, they're still building a community, so I can't imagine how many people would be there. But in Chattanooga, who the fuck knows?" I told her, I don't really know what would happen, at Brookhaven, it could be another group trying to kill me, Chattanooga, could be even worse.

"I think you'll make it," Bonnie said to me, "You seem like a smart person who isn't scared to do something to survive. Now that could be a good thing, or a bad thing, but you are going to make it."

"I hope you do, too, it's been a while since I've been able to have an actual conversation with someone about my feelings and ideas without some asshole breathing down my neck, judging every little word I say." I like this girl, I mean, she is going to be leaving me in several minutes, but I really hope this girl lives.

"Thank you, for saying that and for giving me a lift." She thanked me, yet again. "Maybe being on your own is a good thing, no hassle in trying to be with someone else, no slowing you down, I mean, I know you've only been on your own for what, maybe a few days, but I think that's enough to know that you can do this all by yourself."

"I don't know, being on your own is kind of boring," I replied, "I mean, you'd do the same thing everyday, kill walkers, eat sleep, until the day you die, and you don't know when that'll happen. There are both advantages and disadvantages, but both will always end the same way, somebody dies."

"You'd think that through time, we'd get used to walkers being around and less people would die, but no, it seems that people only get more stupid as time goes on." Bonnie pointed out the truth. More and more people are just dying, I know it's only been a few months, but some people should just be used to it by now."

We drove past a little restaurant which seems to be abandoned, just like most places. "Stop here," Bonnie said to me. I put my foot on the brake and the car came to a halt.

"You sure," I told her. "If you want you can stay with me and go to Brookhaven."

"Nah, that's your plan, my plan is to explore, I know this might not be the best time, but there ain't gonna be another, is there?" I slowly nodded. Bonnie opened the passenger side door and climbed out of the car. She went to my side window and I rolled it down. "If you get to Brookhaven and you end up staying there, remember, you are you're own person and you can leave whenever you want to, don't let the 'leader,'" she put 'leader' in air quotes. "boss you around, because to me, a group is a democracy, not someone's personal dictatorship." Where have I heard that before?

"That's exactly what Kenny said to me," I told her, "I think that's the only thing he ever got right." I had to admit it now, didn't I, I had to be a stubborn little ass.

"Don't do what I've done my entire life and let another human being boss you around, because it will only make you angry and upset," Bonnie told me, "My entire life has been full of people making promises to me and then never keeping them. That's what Leland did, that's what Dee did, that's what my own family did, and so many other people. I don't know why I let myself believe them, maybe because they were giving me weed, or because they were offering something that I subconsciously knew they could never give me, the feeling of safety."

"This has been a nice chat," I told her, making her smile, which also made me smile. "I wish we had more time to talk."

"Or maybe this is what we need," Bonnie replied, "maybe we were brought together, to talk to each other, to let us know that some people in this world are still good in some way, or at least trying to make ourselves feel good." I understood what she meant, it can't be that by coincidence that we met, and were able to talk about our past experiences, it felt nice to be able to say things, to listen to such motivating stuff. "I can tell you for sure that we are going to be meeting some bat shit crazy people along the way, hell, we are going to be doing some crazy shit, but maybe that is what makes us stronger as a person, our experiences, not a leader in some group."

"Well, I hope we meet again," I tell her. She nodded, giving me a salute. "Bye Bonnie, survive." I said giving her a salute.

"Ditto," Bonnie smiled.

I looked down, and put my foot on the brake and drove away, heading towards Brookhaven. Bonnie was right, this world has so much possibilities, and I'm just going to let some leader in a group boss me around. I'll check it out, but this is going to be one fast visit, I imagine.

I really think that we've helped each other, I mean, it was a nice conversation, but I know I won't ever have another experience like that.

I stop the car and look at the map again, it seems as though it isn't that far now, only 10 miles or so. I put the map down and carry on driving to Brookhaven.

A/N: Now that Lilly has thought about her plan with Bonnie, what will happen at Brookhaven, will she stay, or will she do what she thinks is more likely and go to Chattanooga? Chapter 4 is coming soon.