Hey guys. I have a (basic) idea of how my summer is gonna go. June is not a busy month for me, so it should have a lot of updates! July is a little busier, but will still have a lot of updates. August, I'll be kinda busy. I'll update as frequently as I can. Anyway, enough about me. Here's the next update! ~A.C~

Carl

I'm a monster. Mia has amnesia, and it's all my fault. She remembers the accident clearly. She knows that she lives here with Herschel, myself, and "other people." I suppose I should be glad that she doesn't remember some things, like my story. Or hers frankly. Hopefully we can at least still be friends after this all blows over. Hopefully she'll remember what we are. Or, what we were. I guess our relationship is going to be put on hold for a while; at least until her memory is recovered. That only makes me feel worse. I practically threw my own girlfriend into a lake! God, can today get any worse? I sighed and sat on a bench. Beth caught sight of me and sat next to me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothin'," I replied.

"Don't seem like it. Just tell me."

I looked up at her. She seemed genuinely concerned. I sighed and resolved to tell her.

"I feel awful about what I did to Mia."

"Don't. I've talked to her, and she doesn't blame you for this. She isn't angry at you, so you shouldn't be angry at you either."

"But I am. I can't change that. As long as she isn't angry, I'll be fine. She needs to focus on remembering."

As if on cue, I heard Mia call Beth's name.

"I'll be back. She probably remembers something."

She got up from the table and headed quickly over to Mia's room. I decided to go take a trip into the forest. Maybe it'll clear my head. I grabbed a knife and my gun and headed out.

Dad was on watch. Hopefully I could get around him without being noticed.

"Hey, Carl!"

Damn.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

"Just going for a walk," I said, kindly as I could.

"Not in the woods. Nice try. You can walk here in the prison yard."

"But Dad!"

"No buts. Just walk around here. It'll be just as satisfying."

"Fine!"

I threw my hands up in surrender and waked off. I was still walking when Beth came out shouting my name.

"Carl!"

I looked up at her and ran towards her.

"What do you need?"

"Mia remembers something... and she wants to talk to you about it. She won't tell me anything."

"Ok. I'll be there in a second."

I entered the building quickly and found Mia's room. I knocked and she let me in. She seemed to have been pacing.

"Hi. You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Yeah. I need you to tell me if this is true."

"Ok. Go ahead."

"We were dating. Before."

"Um... yeah. We were. If you don't want to anymore, I'd totally understand."

"No, That's not what I want at all."

"Good. Me neither. Have you remembered anything else?"

"Yeah... I remember your dad. Before and after this bad thing happened. I still don't understand why you can't just tell me!"

"Like I said, you'll freak out and just not believe me."

"Try me."

I debated. She might not freak out. But, if she does... what would happen?

"Sorry. I'm not gonna tell you. You'll find out soon enough."

"Fine. I'll let you know when I do."

She resumed pacing and I left her alone. What if she never remembers? Someone will have to tell her eventually. When and if that ever happens, I wand to be the one to tell her.

Night fell and it was my turn to do watch. Well, technically, it was Maggie's turn, but I'm taking over her shift tonight. She and Glenn had... important business to attend to. The night was rather peaceful. Except for one thing.

Towards the end of my shift, I saw a figure staggering towards the prison. I heard groaning, and he was limping. I raised my gun. Put my finger on the trigger. Tightened my fingers until...

"Please don't-"

The gunshot cut the voice off. He hit the ground with a thud.

I recognized the voice, though.

Oh, god. I'm a monster.