As always, my love and gratitude to the lovely BETAs doctorkaitlyn and undeadstoryteller. And shout-out to Nangke for her valid advice and suggestions.

Dearest Mr. Hawkeye,

You'd never believe what I have to say to you! A little hint: Swee'Pea and cockroaches. Yea, I know, lame of me, I've never been good at this. In other words - Lori is pregnant and Mr. Greene is a hoarder! Who could've thought, right? 0_o I mean there is nothing surprising about the first part of the news, since Lori is a married woman and also has a complicated love life (not gossiping, just stating the obvious) but the second piece of information is a bit astonishing and not in a pleasant way, I must admit.

How do I know all of this? Well, I went to the pharmacy the other day to buy a package of… Never mind. The point is that I ran into Lori there and overheard her conversation with the shop girl about pregnancy tests. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out the rest. It was a very awkward situation, I must admit. I tried to congratulate her but she didn't seem happy about it. Moreover, Lori asked me not to mention her condition to Rick. And that is the worst part. God knows I'm not the best person at handling secrets. I guess I'll have to avoid Rick for the next couple of weeks… months… or whatever time Lori needs to tell him the news. Because otherwise I can imagine myself going like: "Hey, Rick! How is your day? Lori is pregnant. Congrats! The weather is great isn't it?" I wonder how Bluto Shane might react when he finds out about the upcoming addition to the Grimes family.

Why are women so confusing? I mean, take Maggie for instance. One day she is mocking my qualities in bed (you hear that noise? that's the sound of my self-respect going down the drain), stating that everything is over between us and the next day she is jealous of me and Lori. I was just helping the latter with her heavy shopping bags. So *BAM!* we are back to dating again. Or whatever it is… I don't really know.

Anyway. Maggie wanted to try something new if you know what I mean. She has this kink for sex in public places. I'm not very comfortable with it, to be honest. Had to turn down a couple of her suggestions, such as the public toilet and the elevator. Because the first one is simply gross and the second one is completely out of the question. Not going anywhere near that monster again, not after the Merle incident. Nope. Then she got mad at me for not cooperating and I had to think of some compromise. I had this idea that was quite good… Or so I thought at the time. In order to surprise her, I managed to get the keys from the attic and left Maggie a note to join me there. Well, that was a wrong decision in a nutshell.

Guess who didn't get laid but instead got a huge headache on top of my already existing problems? Yep, I'm the lucky winner. Turns out Hershel secretly uses the attic as storage. For garbage. Because he is a hoarder. Not kidding! You should've seen those piles of junk. :S The smell was disgusting and I'd heard some suspicious squeaking sounds. I bet they were rats! Totally understand now where those cockroaches that invade my apartment did come from. I've been trying to get rid of those beasts for months, spent a lot of money on different types of insecticide, but they only thrived on it and grew bigger, bolder. And just think that it was Mr. Greene behind it…

Then again, I feel for the old man. Maggie told me that she had known about it all along when I confronted her with this issue. Hershel developed this disturbing addiction after the tragic deaths of his wife and a stepson a few years, prior to when I moved into this apartment complex. Maggie's stepbrother Shaun drowned while surfing and his mother could never recover after that; she slowly faded away and died from a heart attack a couple of months later. At first Hershel's hoarding habit started as a refusal to let go of his wife's personal belongings, then he began collecting anything that reminded him of late Mrs. Greene and eventually it came down to stocking the attic with any junk he stumbled upon. Maggie and Beth (Hershel's younger daughter) have consulted a psychiatrist and he told them that it was some sort of coping with grief mechanism and that their father should get professional treatment. They tried to persuade Hershel to get help but so far, he keeps refusing. He won't acknowledge the problem. And it seems that Maggie is indulging him - she forbade me to tell this to any of the other tenants.

So how should I resolve the given dilemma? On one hand, I don't want to betray Maggie's trust but on the other, I don't like the situation as a whole. Hershel's addiction is unhealthy and kind of dangerous to everyone who lives in this building. I mean, the CDC would definitely not approve of this.

Perhaps I'll tell Dale about it. They seem to be on friendly terms; maybe the old man could persuade Mr. Greene to clear out the attic and join a therapy group or something like that.

And now let's get to the other news of the week.

Daryl is acting weird. I've got the impression that he is avoiding me. What the hell did I do wrong this time? I mean, I did apologize for that incident at the funeral and he did seem to forgive me. Have no idea what's gotten into him. It seems that he is always mad over something lately. Yesterday, he lashed out at Lori after she asked him if he had seen Rick leaving the building. He yelled back something about 'not being anybody's bitch'. What was that all about? I'm glad that Shane wasn't around at the moment or else it would've gotten ugly.

Maggie thinks that Daryl is hostile towards her as well. She's probably just imagining things. But he's not speaking to me either. I feel hurt because I don't even know the reason of his apparent frustration. It's not fair of him to act like that. I thought we were becoming friends… or maybe it was just my wishful thinking. The man is a walking mystery to me. For example, until last week, I didn't even know that he possessed a computer, not to speak of wi-fi. I saw him with a box for a brand new laptop the other day, I guess his old one fell apart and he had to buy a new one.

Oh, and what is the freaking deal with that colleague of his, Martinez? Do you know what his first name is? Caesar. Yeah, like the salad or the Roman emperor! Depends on which one you prefer. What a ridiculous name. :S I don't like him. He looks suspicious to me. Moreover he is the follower of the same religious cult that caused Jacqui and her husband commit suicide. Rumor has it that Martinez is close to the cult founder Philip Blake. I know for fact that Daryl hates that cult and everything that is connected to it so why would he become friends with that dude? Well, apart from the fact that they both work at the same auto repair shop as mechanics. I mean, Daryl spends a lot of his spare time with Martinez as of late. And I'm not in the least jealous! Just curious. Although it does annoy me quite a bit for some reason…

Yeah, I almost forgot to tell you! Last weekend I did manage to go to that Marvel Universe Convention I'd mentioned earlier in one of my previous emails. I invited Maggie along. It would've been more fun if she'd have dressed up as Rouge to match my Gambit costume, but I guess cosplaying is not her thing. However, we did enjoy ourselves there. Fun fact: I saw a lot of Hawkeyes there! One of them even reminded me of someone, which is weird. I wanted to get closer but Maggie distracted me with some question and I lost my chance. I wonder who that could have been…

By the way, we are still looking for Sophia's cat, Fluffy (why do kids tend to give their pets such ridiculous and trite names?).

Daryl is the most anxious about finding it. He goes out every day after work and searches the streets. Carol is one lucky woman to have him. Well, after Ed and everything, she deserves it… We are all hoping to hear good news about Sophia's custody in the next couple of weeks or so.

One more thing. It appears that Morales' old apartment is no longer vacant. Maggie told me that we have an addition - three male tenants. They are cousins or something like that. Rented the apartment couple days ago. I think Maggie knows the younger one; they used to attend the same high school.

Oh my God, look at the time! I'm going to be late for my classes. And I have to see Dale to tell him about Hershel. I need to finally end the reign of cockroaches in my kitchen once and for all.

Yours, slightly entomophobic, Glenn Rhee.

A/N: Thank you all for reading and supporting this little fic! It really means a lot to me.

I'm so sorry it's taking me so much time to update but I assure all my readers that this fic will be completed. It's not abandoned in any case! Most likely this fic will have 12 or 13 chapters in total. Again, thank you for your patience! :)