I have been searching for refuge for days now. My search has made me weak and weary. I am exhausted. The only time I rested was when I slept, which didn't occur often. the same gruesome nightmare haunts me every night. The group is there with me, but they look at me with disgust; the same emotion that they held when I murdered Carly. The peculiar part of the dream is about their size. All of the group members, Lee, Ben, Kenny, Katja, they all tower over me. They make me feel small; unable to defend myself. And Carly is the tallest, and most frightening, of all. They chase me, calling me things that made me think about myself. First of all, they called me a madman. I find this accusation false. Would a madman protect their group? I think not. A madman would have let Carly get away with her crimes against the group. They called me evil. I am the evil one? Kenny murdered my father, and no one but Lee tried to stop him. So I am evil? They called me inhumane. I did not really think much of this, which startled me. Am I truly inhumane? One could say so. But I am not an idiot, that is certain. It is survival of the fittest, after all. If I hadn't taken a stand, if I hadn't killed Carly, the group would have been destroyed, and who would everyone blame? It would certainly not be Carly! These thoughts echoed through my conscience the whole five days that I was on the road.

Finally, after a long search, I was stricken by luck. I would not realize this at first, because I met my future group staring down the barrel of one of their guns. "Get out of the rv!" the man said. He was fairly tall, slim, and had brown hair. "Are you armed?" he asked. I shook my head no. "Oh yeah, then what's that sticking out of your back pocket?" I had to admit, the man was smart. I handed over my weapon. "Put your hands in the air!" he yelled. I was forced to comply. After all, what was the alternative?

"Troy! What's the hold up?" I turned to see a man who was about the same height, but he was not as thin. His hair was grey. I looked him in the eyes, and I shuddered. "This is how people must react when they look at me." I thought. "I saw her eying our camp. I already disarmed her. Would you like me to search the rv?" Troy asked. The old man looked at me again, and this time, smiled. "What's your name?" he asked. A strange question, but not an unreasonable one. "Lilly." I replied. "Well Lilly, why were you eyeing our camp? Are you some kind of spy? Bandits have been attacking more than usual recently." I cringed when I heard the word bandits. "I'm no spy, and no friend to the bandits either. I am looking for a group, and I see that you have a very nice one. Are you looking for members?" I asked. The old man stared at me for a few seconds. "This is where I die. They're going to shoot me right here, and search the rv." Fortunately for me, that wasn't the case. "What happened to your old group?" the old man asked. At first I hesitated to tell him the truth. But I before I could contain myself, I told him everything. I even included the part where I killed Carly.

To my surprise, the man smiled. "That's exactly what we're looking for. Someone who can do what's best for the group, even if it means doing something horrifying. Welcome to the group Lilly. Bonnie, show her to her bed. And for Christ's sake, Troy give Lilly her gun back." Troy complied, and Bonnie started to lead me to the camp. "I didn't catch your name." I told the old man. He stood there for a minute, and then turned to face me. "The name's Carver. I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter is a little short. I didn't have much ideas. And sorry for the whole "Carver just accepts Lilly into the group without thoroughly questioning her, putting his group in danger! he would never do that!" thing. I just couldn't think of a good transition. But hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter nevertheless. Now, I'm going to ramble a little bit.

I have been reading Edgar Allen Poe for a long time now, but I don't think I have ever recommended him. he is outstanding! If you ever need something to read, do yourself a favor, and read some of his stories and poems. You won't regret it.

Song Suggestions:

1: We Fall Apart - We As Human

2: Dreamer - Ozzy Osbourne

3: Mama I'm Coming Home - Ozzy Osbourne

4: Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

5: You Don't Know Me At All - Ben Folds

I have also recently just gotten into The Beatles, so go check them out as well. Also, I never mentioned him, but Ben Folds is also amazing, so listen to the song I listed above NOW! And if you enjoy it, check out his other songs. K, bye.