Hey, guys. Sorry for dropping out of the radar for a lot of weeks. I could give you a LONG list of why, but i'll just sum it up and say that life's been hell. Family, school, and personal problems. My self-confidence in my writing was pretty wrecked too, so... Sorry, again. This chapter is amazingly, horrendously, horribly short, and I'm just thinking of wrapping the whole story up at the next one because I really have little time to write nowadays and not updating with decently long chapters are eating me alive.
I backed away and crashed into a stand of various gossip magazines with a really loud Crash. My mom, or whatever was left of her, was already slowly moving towards me, and the sound of me colliding with the magazines made her move faster. Shit. Not only was I practically frozen in place, I lost my knife during the fall. I was defenseless ,AND I was going to cry.
She walked closer and closer to me. My hands were looking everywhere for my knife, and finally, I found it. Walker Mom started bending down towards me, but I stabbed her forehead with everything left in me before she got too close for comfort. When that was over and I pushed her aside, I stayed on the ground,crying hysterically with my head on my knees until Maggie came.
Maggie finally talked me out of crying on the floor, and we searched a little more. It only took a few minutes to finish getting everything we needed since it wasn't such a big building floor. We met up with Rick and Daryl, who decided not to delve into why my face was red and my eyes were teary. My mind kept replaying the last words my mother said the night she snuck out and left me to fend for myself. Fate will bring us together again, Jay. I guarantee it. I thought she meant finding Dad and my brother Connor again.
Even with those thoughts and my encounter with my zombified mother, the raid went smoothly with no mental breakdowns in between. When we got back to the prison, I headed straight to my cell and sprawled face-first onto my mattress. I didn't talk to anyone and skipped meals. Occasionally, I went to a random hallway infested with walkers and just killed them. I don't know what happened when I saw my mother, but it did something to me mentally. I wasn't the same, and I sure didn't act like it anymore. Hell, I was so busy doing nothing but skipping meals, killing walkers, and hiding in my cell that I didn't even know what was happening with the group. Apparently, Lori had a baby before she died named Judith.
I felt like a challenge, so I finally talked after maybe nine days. I told Carol and Maggie that I was going out to hunt and that I'll be fine and back before nightfall. They trusted me enough not to ask questions and let me go.
After about two hours of hunting squirrel, I headed back to the prison via the hole in the fence and the ladder in the infirmary. I dropped them off to Beth who said that she would take it from me. As I went up the stairway to my cell, I spotted Carl sitting on my bed with his head down. Oh, crap. I was still avoiding him and my new attitude with hardly talking to people suited me fine, so I turned back on my heels and walked away. To where, I didn't know. At that moment though, I felt like a douche.