A/N: Who got shot? Was it a walker, or a member of the group? Read on to find out.

Lilly's POV

What the fuck? I run towards where the noise came from. It was next to what I assume is the kitchen building. Clara has just shot a walker. It was nothing to be worried about. Paige came behind me.

"What the fuck happened?" he asked his wife. She casually pointed at the rotting corpse, which now has a hole in its head. "Oh."

"Why didn't you stab it?" I asked her.

"Because I had a gun," she said to me. I silently laugh to myself.

"Every walker around the area probably heard that," I said to her. "If you stabbed it, it would have been a silent kill."

"Why do you care?" she asked me, acting sassy. "Aren't you leaving in 3 days?"

"I said I will first stay here for 3 days, and if I don't like it, then I'll leave." I said to the crazy woman. "Besides, how did that get in here?"

"The outer perimetre has a little hole and it somehow managed to squeeze itself through." Paige said, pointed towards the hole. I sighed in disappointment.

"Well fix it." I said to him, it's not that difficult.

"We don't have enough supplies to cover it up, it's rotted away because of the rain." Clara said to me.

"Well, why are you using wood," I told them. "Use some metal. Scaffolding."

"Where would we find that stuff exactly?" Paige asked. "It's not exactly like their just lying about, without having been taken in the past 3 months."

"Well some people are just stupid," I said, looking at Clara. "Their must have been some sort of works going on around the city, there always is."

"Well, we could always try," A voice said from behind me. It was Cole, I only just realised that there was a crowd forming behind me. "Send a couple of people out and search around the city for them."

"Paige," Clara yelled at her husband. "Why in God's name are we listening to this woman, we don't even know her?"

"Because it's a good idea," Paige replied. "We'll send out a group tomorrow, until then, we have someone guarding the hole to make sure no more get in."

I nodded.

"Well, everybody, get back to what you were doing," Paige carried on. "Mason, guard the hole."

"Will do," Mason replied. He has a British accent. He was wearing a big black coat, almost going down to his knees, no evidence needed to know that that wasn't his coat. He walked up to the hole, grabbing a chair as he did so, sitting on it and holding a knife. At least somebody's smart.

I walked back over to the building in which I am to sleep in, for now at least. It's getting dark out, maybe I should get some rest. I open the door and head straight up the stairs. I get to my floor and use my key to open the door with the number 36 plated in the middle. I close my door, locking it from the inside and rest on my bed.

Another moment to collect my thoughts. This entire week has been strange, I've met a load of people and I didn't stay long enough to find out more about them. Tavia convincing me to go to a group, someone from the group, Luke, telling me that the place is dangerous and that I should get out whilst I still can, Bonnie having a conversation with me, that bastard Nate trying to trick me into saving a life when in reality he was just trying to rob me. Not very eventful, but maybe the best someone could have in this world.

I feel myself closing my eyes very slowly, I'm almost asleep now.

All of a sudden, I'm with the group, Lee is beating up Andy. Carley, Clementine, Duck, Katjaa, Kenny and Ben are just standing next to me. Carley walks up to Lee and tells him to stop. Not this thing again. Lee gets up from Andy.

Lee walks up to the group, or should I say, up to me. This didn't happen. "Why are you still here?"

"Because I'm part of the group," I say to him. "Why wouldn't I be here?" Why am I saying this? I don't want to say these things, I know what this is.

"Why are you back here?" He said again. "You should be dead, like the rest of us."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We're all dead," Carley said. "All of us."

"You killed me, Lilly," Duck said to me. "Why?"

"I didn't," I assured him. "I didn't mean to do anything."

"Too late for that, cunt." He replied. Why do the kids always use such language? Why not the adults?

I feel a shove against my arm and I find myself on the floor, lying in the mud. I look up to see my dad, it was him who pushed me.

"No, you're dead," I said to myself, closing my eyes. "Stop doing this to me."

"Stop whining, you little bitch," he said to me. Why is this happening? "Be responsible for your actions."

"Lee should have left you for the walkers," Ben said to me, kneeling down. "If he had, maybe we'd still have a chance."

"Leave her here now," Clementine suggested, looking at Lee.

"Yeah," Duck said. "If she hadn't have made Lee look for evidence, I'd still be alive."

"Not so fast," I heard Katjaa say. She looked down at me, staring it's my soul, an uncomfortable feeling. She climbed on top of me and started to punch me. "You bastard, why would you do this? Why won't you die? What good does it do if you're still alive?" She kept ranting as she kept punching me in the face, I was starting to have difficulty breathing. "Bitch." Katjaa took her hands and started to strangle me. "How does this feel? You being dead would be a blessing to us all."

"Kill her, honey." Kenny said to his wife. "Karma's a bitch."

"W-w-w-why?" I said, trying to talk whilst Katjaa was strangling me.

"Because you feel ashamed and feel like you got us killed." Lee said to me in a smooth tone. Katjaa had disappeared from on top of me, as did the rest of the group. "We both know that none of this is real. You shouldn't feel like you killed us, you may have caused some, but it isn't your fault, no normal human being intentionally kills people. We all know you have guilt, but Carley isn't the only person you killed, you killed several of those bandits back at the motor inn, and I know you would kill somebody if you knew that their life was over."

"But I don't blame myself, Lee," I said to him. "I feel sorry for my actions, but I don't blame myself. I know that Duck's dead, at the least, Ben probably did something else stupid, got someone else killed. Kenny's a jackass, so he might die. You?"

"I don't know." He responded. "The only reason that we are saying we're dead, is because you no longer have a reason to believe we're alive." I nodded.

"This is just so-" I said, but I was cut off. Someone was knocking on my door.

I woke up from my sleep. Lee. Why is he always the voice of reason? It makes sense. I'm no longer a part of their group, so there's no point of me having to worry about them being alive or dead. The knocks grew louder.

Oh yeah, shit, I forgot. "Coming," I yell to the other side of the door. I walk over to it and use my key to open the door. It was Emma.

"Hi, Emma," I said. "What's up?"

"Paige wants you downstairs in the kitchen." She responded.

"What time is it?" I asked her.

"About five thirty in the morning," she said. What? How long was I asleep for? Doesn't matter.

"Really, I was asleep for about 11 hours." Emma chuckled slightly as I said this. I walked out the door and locked it, following Emma outside of the building. She pointed me towards the kitchen and went over there.

I opened the double doors, and saw Paige and his wife talking. I walk over to him. He sees me and excuses himself from the table.

"Hi," I opened with. "What's happening?"

"Well," he started, "first off, I wanted to talk to you about where you're from, I didn't do this yesterday because of all the shit that was happening, so the interview will commence now." We walked over to a table in the corner of the room and sat down. I guess it's time to star talking.

"Well, I'm from Atlanta," I started off, kind of confused, probably because I was asleep for hour upon end. "When this all happened I was stuck at a motor inn with a group for about 3 months."

"What happened to the group?" He asked me.

"I was kicked out, mostly because I overreacted towards something."

"What did you overreact to?" He pestered.

"Well, somebody was stealing supplies," I told him. "We all suspected each other, and then this one girl started aggravating me so much that I -"

"You?" He trailed off.

"I shot her in the head." I said to him, looking down at my lap.

"Oh," he responded. I looked up and saw that his eyes were wide.

"That's not the worst things that's happened on my journey, but ever since then I've been trying to leave Macon. Guess I got the dream." I said sarcastically.

"Well, you seem like an okay woman," he said to me, reassuringly. "We've all done things we're not proud of, and you are pretty smart, the whole scaffolding idea was great. I got a group of guys looking around the city trying to find some." He looked at me. "If you feel like not going tomorrow, then you are welcome to stay here."

"Thank you." I said to him, looking into his eyes. He looked at me back. I was kind of frozen in time.

"Hey," a voice said. I looked up and there she was, Clara, taking me out of my daze. "So, what's going on."

"Oh, nothing, honey," he said to his wife, kissing her. "I was just letting Lilly here know that if she wants to she can stay here."

"Well, okay," she said. She looked at me and put her hand out to shake mine. "Sorry 'bout yesterday, I can get cranky sometimes."

I put my hand out and shook her hand, and in response, I said, "Don't worry about it." She smiled at me, and she and Paige left me sitting at the table in the corner of the room.

What the hell was that? Not the time Lilly, it won't ever be time.

A/N: What is on Lilly's mind? I think you know.