Summary: The continued Sequels of You Should've Killed Me When You Had The Chance, Val still not kill by the fever and struggles to keep her humanity intact. Now with the responsibly and pressure in keeping the group and those she loves safe from the world of the dead, does she got what it takes to woop ass or will she get herself kill or turn into those flesh eating monkeys.

Rate: M (for language and etc)

A/N: The series is going to be slightly different now that Val still in the picture. Don't worry i won't mess with the story line lol

Episode two: Sick; Chapter two: Frustrations

Carol shortly came back to check on Val. Right then she saw her eyes roll back of her head before she collapse.

"Val!" Carol exclaimed, catching her in the progress.

Lori and Beth ran in seeing Carol panicking.

"What happen?" Lori demanded.

"I-I don't know, I left her for a minute, she randomly passed out!" Carol stuttered, checking if she was breathing.

"Is she alive?" Beth asked.

Carol checks for a pulse, she didn't feel anything. "Can't tell-" then she stops noticing a thick black liquid running down one of her eyes and her nose.

Carol looks back at the two women with a feared expression.

"Find some rope or anything to hold her down."

Both Lori and Beth looked at each in disbelief. Did Val actually died? How are they going to explain this to the others when they come back.

Val-

Everything hurt, when I mean hurt, I mean it felt like someone lit me ass on fire. No joke. True story.

My mouth was dry and my teeth ached. Why was this happening to me? Was I turning? Or am I already one of those freakin' infecties. Damn. I hope they pop a cap on my ass or I'll woop their asses zombie style! Yeah I said zombie style, suck it!

I coughed, basely feeling like I can spit out a lung or...both.

I try to get up but I was pulled back. I glanced over and saw I was tied to a chair.

Ugh! Again with this?! Why could they just lock me up in one of these dumb cells, like normal people! Being smart is too much to ask. If Dale was here, he would tell them to put me down!

Then Dale's face flashed in my head.

Dale... I can't believe I didn't save him after we got over run. I should of tried harder. Then everybody will be alive. I'm pathetic. Worthless. I didn't save any of them.

Carol then walked in and untied me before saying, "I guess your fever passed." she lay her hand against my forehead, checking my temperature.

I pulled her hand away. "It was just an episode, nothing different."

"No wasn't!" Carl argued. "Your face was covered in blood. Mom had to do CPR to keep your heart going."

I basely jumped out my skin. Where did he come from? Was he there watching the whole time? Or did he somehow develop mad ninja skills like me... Okay maybe I don't but he's starting to act like a sneakyass. So that kind of explains why I call him sneak.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

"Just a couple hours?" Carol answered.

"Did the others come back? Is Hershel okay? Was he bit?"

Carol looked surprised. "How do you know Hershel got bitten?"

'Great job Val, you basely have the biggest mouth in all of America!-Or what's left of American.'

I smiled. "I guess I'm a psychic."

Carol looked at me like I escape from the loony bin (just like Captain Asshole, haha Shane xD) and then her facial expression softened, Probably letting it go since whatever I'm saying is a little crazy.

I walk into cell where they are keeping Hershel, he looks a lot more pale in real life than from TV, probably from the lack of blood.

Beth was there with him, she looks like she might have a panic attack any second.

I frowned.

I knew exactly what she was feeling, I remember when I was sixteen. Me and my dad lived on a shady neighborhood, where there was a lot of drug dealers on every block. Selling pills, small packs of crack and other stuff I shouldn't even say. It was a fucked up place to live but what could we do. We got robbed and the bastards shot my dad, causing him to go into a coma. Mom left us before that happen for her 'perfect' boyfriend with his 'perfect' job and his 'perfect' two kids. I knew it was a load of shit, all she wanted was his wallet. She knew he made bank every day and dad didn't. But she didn't care-she never cared. That's why I hate her. She is a whore and I'm completely disgusted I actually came out of that woman.

My temper went up seven notches. Damn it, I hate that bitch. I'll never understand why dad didn't kick her out when he found out about the affair.

"Hey Beth, why don't you take a break. I'll watch him." I said with a smile.

She looked startled and then saw it was me. "Val you scared me."

I laughed trying to break the tension. "Sorry, I didn't mean too,"

"It's fine, are you sure you want to, I know you just-" she stopped, everything got quite. Ugh I still can't stand silence to well.

"Beth... I'm not going to turn, trust me. If I was I would by now. There's nothing to worry about."

Beth didn't say anything, walked out.

I sigh.

Taking a seat in front of Hershel, I watch him for a second before saying. "I'm sorry I didn't save you. I should of been there to protect you from this, but lately-no from the beginning I've always useless. I try and try to make everything right. So nobody has to die but somehow they do. Why am I here if everything I do is worth for nothing. I don't understand?"

I could feel tears stabbing the shit out of my eyes, I couldn't help. Why was I here. Every time I save somebody - they always die! God, why can't I do anything right.

"Val? Are you okay, why are you crying?" Lori panic.

"I'm so useless. I didn't save Dale, Patricia or Jimmy. If I couldn't save them, there's no way I could save you..." I whispered.

"What?" Lori asked.

I realized what I just said, and glanced up to see Lori about to shit herself.

I shook my head. "I don't know what I'm talking about. I-I-I'm so sick of everything! I'm sick of people dying! I'm sick of running! I hate scavenging! I hate hunting! and I especially hate seeing these ugly ass infecties!"

Lori held me while I cried out my frustrations. I don't know why I was venting- especially to Lori. But I guess she's better than a damn wall or unconscious Hershel.

I clench my hands. I hate this! I hate all of this! Why does everything have to be freakin' hard.

If it wasn't for those dumbass zombs none of this would be a problem but no these flesh munchiers have to randomly show up and destroy the world. Fuckin' bastard... I hate them...I hate all of them!

I looked at Lori.

If I was going to save Lori, I had to go find Andrew and kill him before he can hurt anyone else.

~RainbowKissez101: Long time no update guys! Sorry it took me forever to write this chapter lol but things got a little crazy for me for a while, anywho I'm back and ready to whoop ass ;D