Please read:
First off, sorry it took me longer than usual to update. My computer crashed and I wasn't able to save any of my work. And I'm talkin', like, six chapters worth of work. I'm so bummed, but I'm trying to catch up.
Also, I just want to clarify a few things to keep you from being confused (if you've seen season 3). In season 3, it begins seven to eight months after the leaving the farm. I'm switching that up a little to 4 or 5. Also, Lori gives birth in the fourth episode, shortly after they arrive at the prison. I'm going to push that back. Molly will deliver first, and a month or two later, so will Lori. I just wanted to let you know that I'm basically following my own story-line from here on out, so don't get mixed up! :)
As always, THANK YOU for your support! This story has done better than I ever expected and I am so proud to share it with you.
This is a very short update, just to catch you up to where the group currently is. Enjoy! I'll be posting another update late tonight or first thing tomorrow.
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Months had passed.
Life as we knew it on the farm was gone; a distant memory of easier, happier times. Things had changed drastically.
A few days after I had found out about the baby, Dale was killed. A few days after that, the entire farm was overrun by walkers. We fought like hell, but underestimated the number of them upon us. We had to abandon our new home and we barely escaped with our lives. Jimmy, Patricia, Shane, and Andrea were not so lucky.
Winter was fast approaching. The air outside was cold and sharp when it filled my lungs and I was already ready for it to be over with. We had been movin' from place to place, just tryin' to survive best we could. We had been sleeping in our cars for the most part, but if we were lucky we would occasionally find an abandoned house that had been cleared of walkers. We tried to survive by takin' it one day at a time. We would scavenge through all the cars and houses we could in search of food, gasoline, medical supplies, and warmer clothes.
As hard as it was and as exhausted as we all were, life was hardest for Molly and Lori who were now very pregnant. Molly, especially so. We figured that she was close to eight months now, which didn't give us much time. I was stressed as all get out. We needed to find a safe place to stay for an indefinite amount of time. Ain't no way we could keep goin' like this while takin' care of two screamin' babies on top of it. I was losin' faith.
Things between Molly and I were different. We were both aware that we would be raisin' a kid together soon, but she still wanted to take things slow. We had hardly touched each other since that day in the woods, and we did not say, "I love you", even though we both knew it was there. I didn't like it, I wished she would let me love on her a little and maybe even feel the baby, but I had to respect her wishes.
I jus keep tellin' myself she'll come around eventually.