Mia

I was pacing, trying to remember. Nothing about this big, bad, thing that's apparently happening is ringing any bells! It's killing me! It's incredibly frustrating. I was interrupted by a commotion outside of my room.

"Carl, go in there and make sure she doesn't come out," I heard someone say.

Carl entered the room.

"Hi."

"What's happening?" I asked.

I was starting to get freaked out.

"Nothing is happening."

"Then why did someone tell you to keep me in here."

"It's nothing," he replied coolly.

"Fine. It's nothing."

"Glad you see it that way."

I continued pacing and thinking. I'm only getting a few vibes from this... this thing. It's definitely something horrible. I think it involves... death, somehow. It wasn't something I was familiar with before it happened, but I knew what it was. I can only think of a few things. I'll just have to guess.

"Can I ask you some questions about what's happening?" i asked.

"About the bad thing?"

I nodded.

"Sure."

"Thanks. Um... can I tell you what I think it is?"

He nodded.

"Um... dictatorship?"

He shook his head.

"Robots?"

He shook his head again.

"Godzilla?"

He shook his head.

"Um... zombies?"

He looked at me for a moment. He nodded his head.

"No... that's not... you can't actually think..."

"Do you want proof?" he asked.

"Of course I do! How am I supposed to believe-"

"Come with me."

He grabbed me by the hand. Something like an electric shock went up my arm. A splitting headache appeared suddenly. My vision was starting to blur. My knees gave out.

"Mia, what's happening?"

I blacked out before I could answer.

Images flashed. Memories. I didn't need the proof; I remembered everything. Rick, Beth, Maggie, Glenn... everyone! Even the walkers. My life was flashing before my eyes. It was... beautiful. Someone was trying to wake me. I could feel them shaking me. I didn't wanna wake up yet, though. The shaking continued, getting more and more violent, and the images kept getting thinner and thinner. Eventually, the images stopped, and I let the person finally wake me up. The world slowly slid into focus. Carl was above me, hands on my shoulders.

"Can you hear me?"

I nodded and sat up slowly.

"Do you still want to see the proof?" he asked.

"I don't need it."

"What do you mean?"

"I remember. Everything. Your touch... it triggered something. It made me remember."

He stared at me for a moment. He seemed awestruck.

"Everything?"

"I'm pretty sure. I definitely remember us."

He grinned broadly. He held out his hand and helped me up. I stood steadily. He led me out of the room, holding my hand. We went into the main room and was met by everyone huddled over something. Rick turned around and had a panicked expression on his face. Carl tensed up next to me. Rick stepped away from the group slowly. Chandler laid on the table, a blank expression frozen on his face. His chest was stained scarlet. A gunshot wound spouted fresh blood at an alarming rate. I looked at Carl. He was looking at me with a pained expression.

"Did you...?"

He nodded. I tore away from him and tears spilled down my face. How could he? Even if it was an accident.

"He was limping, and he looked like a walker from far away!"

"I don't care! You're a monster!"

I left him in the main room with everyone else. I ran to our shared cell and started to bawl.