I know, I know, Atlanta was a bad idea. When the guys had brought up the idea earlier in the week and explained about how awful it would be if things went wrong, even I'd agreed. But overhearing Merle and Daryl discuss it brought the thought back into my mind. Atlanta. I'd been there before on occasional trips, and I knew where it was and how to get there from certain roads. There were military vehicles there and maybe there were people that could help me. I'd have a home again, and I'd actually be treated like a frail, fragile woman instead of being rushed into combat like I was with Drew and Andy. Sure, they didn't force me into fighting but it'd be nice to just sit pretty and wait it all out. Besides, out of all the people I'd met since the shit hit the fan, I'm the only woman. That must be important. Maybe I'd be the only woman at Atlanta - I'd be welcomed with open arms, I'd get all the food and toilet-time I wanted. Uh, bliss. I smiled to myself as I walked down the road.
As you can probably tell, I've developed an interesting imagination over the years. As a kid, I was invisible, meaning most of my friends were imaginary. When I was in college, I was boring and instead of sleeping round like I wish I had, I studied and had virtually no interaction with anyone. While Michael was away with the army I was alone and left to my own devices - even more so after he got killed. So overall, I've been pretty lonely, and managed to cope by entertaining myself with little things. Sometimes I'd distract myself and just think about random things, whatever popped into my head. I'd expand on them so much that a whole day would have passed and I would have done absolutely nothing - or somehow I'd have magically achieved something.
Today was one of those days. By occupying my brain with thoughts and fantasies about Atlanta, I'd managed to walk several miles and hit a familiar-looking road. I was walking through a very impressive-looking neighbourhood, that had been well-looked after. Newly-built, newly-occupied and greatly lived in at that - I couldn't count the amount of houses, which meant there would be alot of biters. There were lots of cars parked outside, on driveways and in open garages, but I had to resist the temptation of climbing into one and trying to start it up incase a car alarm went off. I could've gone into one of the houses, looked for the car keys and drove away but I didn't want to risk it. There could be hundreds of biters meters away just waiting for me to make myself known, and I was in no state to take down a hoarde of them. So, no car. But bicycle? That was perfect.