Shane, Morales and Dale had tied up Jim to a large tree shaded for safety reasons. I was with Amy and Andrea, cleaning the fish. "I miss my computer," Amy spoke up suddenly. I smiled a bit. "Me too, I also miss my guitar," I said.

"You play?" Amy asked. "Yeah," I replied. "If you play then you also know how to sing, right?" Andrea asked. "Well, yeah, a bit," I said. The three of us giggled a little and kept cleaning. "If we find a guitar, can you teach me to play?" Amy asked. I looked at her and nodded with a smile "Sure," I agreed and she smiled.

"So, did you had a boyfriend?" Amy asked with a smirk. "Nope. Don't forget I was in a coma for two years," I said. "Sorry, I didn't mean it," Amy apologized. I shook my head. "No, it's okay."

"I hope you don't mind me asking this; What's your family like? If you Dad and brother are alive," Andrea said. "Well . . . My dad and brother are my best friends. I'm more Daddy's girl then Mommy's girl," I started and Amy smiled. "Me too," She said and I smiled.

"My mom was . . . She was a very good person . . . Lori and Carol, both reminds her a lot in so many ways," I said. "She was always there when I needed her." I didn't relies I had tears falling to my cheeks until Amy wiped them away. "I'm sorry," Andrea said softly. I gave her and Amy a small smile and a small nod.

After I finished with Amy and Andrea with the fish, I walked up to Jim, who looked a bit better. I sat beside him. "Hey," I said softly. He gave me a small smile, "Hey."

"I know what you're going through. I lost my mom . . . I really don't know if my dad and brother are even alive," I admitted. He gave me an agreement nod. I heard footsteps coming closer and I looked up to see Shane and Carl walking over.

Shane gave me a small smile and I smiled back. He looked at Jim. "Hey, Jim. How you feeling, man?" He asked. "I'm better. More myself now," Jim said. "I hope you understand the need for this . . . this timeout," Shane said. "I've got others I've got to think about. I just want to make sure there's no . . . there's no hard feelings."

"There's not," Jim said and he nodded. "I do understand." Shane gave a nod. "Okay. Why don't you come join in with the rest of us? Big ol' fish fry," He said. "I'd like that very much," Jim agreed. Carl and I smiled and so did Shane. "Okay," Shane said and he untied him.

...

The sun went down and it was now night time. The guys were still not back. Everyone of us gathered around the fire and eat fish. I sat between Carl and Andrea. "I've got to ask you, man. It's been driving me crazy," Morales said. "What?" Dale asked.

"That watch," Morales said, pointing at Dale's watch. Dale looked at his watch, and started playing with it. "What's wrong with my watch?" He asked. "I see you every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass," Morales said.

"I've wondered this myself," Jacqui said. "I'm missing the point," Dale said, confused. "Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while," Jacqui said. "But there's you every day winding that stupid watch," Morales said.

We all looked at Dale. "Time . . ." Dale started, "It's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least." He looked at Andrea, "Don't you think, Andrea? Back me up here," Dale begged and we all smiled, Andrea shrugged and took a sip of her beer.

"I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said, 'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.'"

We all took Dale's words in and no one said a word. "You are so weird," I broke the silence and everyone laughed. "It's not me. It's Faulkner. William Faulkner. Maybe my bad paraphrasing," Dale chuckled.

Amy stood up from her seat. "Where are you going?" Andrea asked. "I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here," Amy replied, making us laugh.

"Oh my god, why you say that to us?" I asked sarcastically and everyone laughed. "Tonight sleep with one eye open," Amy said with a smile. Everyone laughed again. I shook my head a little. "Jacqui, can I sleep in your tent tonight?" I joked as Amy walked off to the RV and everyone laughed again.

"We're out of toilet paper?" Amy shout from the RV after a few mmoments. Suddenly, we heard a blood culling scream. We looked toward the RV and saw walker grabbed Amy's arms.

Then, walkers were everywhere, coming out of the woods. Everyone got up and started running. Carl went over to his mother as Shane got his shotgun and started shooting. "Quinn!" I heard Lori yelled for me.

I picked Carl up and we ran over to Shane, who was still shooting. "GET TO THE RV!" He shouted over the gun shots. Dale, Jim and Morales got some weapons and went to take care of the walkers as they got closer and closer to us. Andrea ran over to Amy, who was lying on the ground next to the RV, bleeding. Lori took a hold of my arm and dragged me to the RV as I looked at my dying friend.

I watched as our camp got swarm by walkers, and the people getting eaten by this thing. Suddenly, I heard more gunshots. I can see Rick and the others shooting merging out of the woods with guns their hands, shooting at the remaining walkers.

"Lori! Carl! Quinn!" Rick called out for us and I put Carl down and he ran over to Rick. I looked around and all of the walkers were dead, and so were the members of the camp. I turned my head and saw Andrea with bloody Amy. She was crying for Amy.

Amy was dead.
Along with the others.

I felt my eyes burning with tears and Lori wrapped her arms around me. But it wasn't over yet. "Another one!" Shane yelled. "Shane, wait!" Rick said. "Quinn."

I walked over and stood between Rick and Shane. I saw a walker. His fingers were off. He was bitten on both arms and on one leg. And even like this, I could identify him.

Dad.

He limped toward us, but nobody shot. I looked at Shane's shotgun and hold my hand out to it. Shane gently gave it to me. I took a few steppes toward my dad and pointed the shotgun at him. He groaned and raised his hand to reach me. I took a deep breath before . . .

I shoot him.

I saw the bullet go throw his skull and then . . . He fell to the ground. Dead. I could hear woman's and kids's crying but I didn't looked. I just kept looking at my Dad. I shoot him. He was a walker . . . He wasn't even a alive. What about Daniel? Is he alive or dead? If he is alive then where is he?

"I remember my dream. Why I dug those holes," I heard Jim say. Then, I handed Shane his shotgun back and I just walked towered the RV, ignoring everyone's calling my name. I sat on the floor, beside the bed and finally . . . I let the tears fell.

I heard the door opening but I didn't went to see anyone. I kept crying. I felt arms warped around me. Lori's. She hugged me tightly and let me cry on her chest. She stroked my hair softly. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," She said softly. She kept holding me until I fell asleep in the bed.