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Its hard to believe that its been over three and a half months since the end of the world occurred. Looking back, I still laugh at how such trivial things were so important to me. From keeping up decent grades, to making sure my dad didn't find my porn stash, all this stuff worried the crap out of me. Its funny how stupid it seems now, compared to with what I have to deal with now on a regular basis.

Once, I always had plenty of food, water, everything I thought I would need to live a happy and productive life. Now, I worry when the food and water will run out, and I will have to find some more. The things I have seen, the things I have done, I would have never thought of having to do them in my old life.

I've killed people…One person on purpose, on by accident, and one with help. Andy St. John I killed with a bullet through his head, Danny St. John bled out due to the sickle injury and the bullet holes I put in his legs, and Brenda St. John...I distracted her while Mark pushed her down the stairs, where I put her down, like the animal that they all were.

I know they deserved it. They were horrible people, that did things that would have made even Stephen King cringe. Its just...they were still people, and I ended their lives. Does that make me a bad person, even if it was for a good reason?

I don't know know why I am even writing this…Lee said it might help me keep track of my thoughts about what happened. Kenny said that it was gay, and I somewhat believe him, but here I am, writing all this shit down.

So many people close to me have died. I've lost Rachel, my dad, my last group…now, there's Mark to add to the list. No matter what we tried, we couldn't stop the bleeding…

I was the one that made sure that he wouldn't come back… I guess I should add Larry as well. Even though he was a giant asshole, all he was trying to do ever do was protect his daughter. He didn't deserve to go out like that…

We buried them both back behind the house at the dairy. It was the least we could do, for two members who died for such stupid reasons. After putting down Danny, we threw their bodies over the fence. Ash to ash, dust to dust, and cannibal to walkers. The cycle continues.

Things are starting to look up for our group, even after everything that has happened. With the St. Johns dead and every disgusting thing they had removed, we decided to strip the dairy of everything we could use to help defend the Motor Inn. We gathered as much wheat as we could from the fields, planning to get more later. We thought about bring the cow along, but after Danny turned, he kinda turned her into steak tartar, so we decided to pass. Also, we took any leftover food (that wasn't meat), and anything that we thought we could use later on. We also took the generators, but left them for last.

After everything that happened, everyone is on edge, especially Lilly. Not that I blame her, but she's starting to look like the drug addicts that used to go to my old school…the ones that thought everyone was coming after them and their stash of drugs. I'm worried that she might do something rash…

Kenny has become more distant, as he focuses most of his time trying to fix the RV. He claims it is still for the best that we head for the coast, but now that we have so much food and supplies, his arguments are hitting deaf ears. I disagree about the whole coast thing, but getting the RV running would be good, in case we ever had to leave the Motor Inn and the dairy. It might be because of what happened to his family, but he won't admit it.

Katjaa and Duck have been doing well, all things considering. Duck seems a little more reserved than normal, but considering he watched Andy kill Larry, it is understandable. Katjaa, on the other hand, seems to be depressed. I don't know what happened inside the house, but she won't talk about it.

Carley and Clementine have been having lots of girl time, from what I've heard. Its good that Clem has someone to do the more girly stuff with, and I can tell it helps Carley not to think about what's going on. I do worry Clementine, though. She's starting to adapt to the world around her, which is a good thing, but its sad to see her innocence go...

Ben, for not even being at the dairy, as started to become more reclusive and jumps anytime someone tries to talk to him. If I didn't know better, I would swear that he is hiding something from the rest of the group. I will try and figure out what it is...

Then, there's Lee. I still haven't forgiven him for the murder of my uncle before, but I don't want him dead. He's too good of a person, and too many people depend on him, for me to want that. The problem is, is that I don't know what to do about him. Should I confront him, or wait for him to reveal his crime to me? And, what do I do when either one of those happens? I don't know…its complicated.

Oh, also, one last thing before I forget it. On the way back from the dairy, the first trip back, we came across a station wagon that was filled with food, supplies, everything that we might need. No one was around, so the group decided what to do with it. Sad to say, most of the group decided that we should take the stuff, even with all the stuff we had at the dairy, because we be more set for later. Clem, Lee, and I, all disagreed with it, and had no part of it as they stripped down to just the car, and left. Hopefully, that won't come to bite us in the ass later...

"Alex, can we talk for a minute?"

Alex set down the pencil, shut the notebook, and spun around, to see Lee standing in the doorway. Although he really didn't feel like talking to him, he figured he might as well. "Sure Lee, come on in."

Lee slowly entered, as if he feared what was going to happen. He went over to the bed across from where Alex was sitting, sat down, and began twiddling his hands, fidgeting nervously. Lee slowly raised his head, till he was staring straight into Alex's eyes.

"Alex, do you remember how Larry treated me?" He asked.

Alex thought back for a moment. "Yeah, I mean, Larry was always a dick to everyone, but he seemed to have something especially against you."

Lee chuckled nervously. "Yes, well, the reason why he was so mean to me was that he knew what I did before...all this happened." Lee took a deep breath, looking as if he was trying to mentally prepare himself. "Before all of this happened, I-"

"Killed someone, I know," Alex finished tersely, cutting Lee off.

Lee looked at him in surprise, slightly shocked. "You knew. But why...why didn't you say anything?"

"Because," Alex replied, turning back toward the desk, to try to hid the emotions he was feeling, "it wasn't my place to tell them. Besides, it doesn't really matter. You have helped this group time and time again, never asking for anything in return. In the group's opinion, you have probably have redeemed yourself in their eyes."

"But what about yours?" Alex turned back to see that Lee had gotten up and was looking at Alex, as if he didn't believe him. "Ever since we met, I could tell that you had something against me. Even now that I know, I can tell that you are holding something back, that your not telling me something. So, what is it?"

Alex stood up and looked at him in the eyes, unable to keep back the anger and sadness that he had been holding back for the good of the group. "Because the man you killed, the one that you killed from before, was my uncle."

Lee took a step back in shock, falling back on the bed, trying to process what he had heard. Alex seeing an opening, pressed on.

"You killed my uncle, and ever since I have met you, I have had to deal with that. Every time I saw you, I wanted to either expose you, or just kill you then and there. But after seeing you with Clem and how you helped the group," Alex finished, lowering his gaze, unable to continue to look at Lee, tears streaming down his face, "I realized that I would be hurting so many other people, just to try and fulfill my own needs for revenge. And...I couldn't do it. I still haven't forgiven you, but know that I won't kill you for what you've done." And with that, Alex fell back into the chair, emotionally exhausted. "Just please...tell me how it happened."

"I had just gotten home from work, exhausted and not looking forward to grading some essays the students gave me, when I noticed that there was another car parked in the driveway, other than my wife's," Lee started, slowly, as if the memories were flooding back as he spoke. "I really didn't think anything of it, as my wife usually had someone over, usually a friend to complain to about me. It wasn't until I walked in the house that I began to realize that it was something different this time. No one was downstairs, which was unusual, so when I headed upstairs to change, I began to hear noises, and I knew what was going on. After that, it gets hazy and all I saw was red." Alex could hear the pain in Lee's voice, but he didn't dare raise his head. "All I remember is grabbing a bat, and then blood...so much blood. It wasn't until after that I realized what I had done."

"That doesn't mean I forgive you," Alex said, trying not sound like a spoiled child.

"Would it help if I said I was sorry?" Alex looked back at Lee, who also had tears falling down his cheeks. "I know that it has already happened, but it is something that I have regretted ever since it happened. I know it won't bring back your uncle, and that it is basically worthless, but know that I, with all the sincerity of my heart, mean that I am so sorry that I killed him, and I would completely understand if you never forgive me."

For some reason, those simple words hit Alex like a ton of bricks. He said he was sorry...but do I forgive him?

"I forgive you..." Alex whispered, feeling as if a great weight was being lifted. Lee's head shot up and looked at Alex with a look of surprise, as if he wasn't sure he had heard him correctly. "I forgive you for what you did." He then got up, and surprising even himself, pulled Lee up and gave him a hug. Lee looked shocked for a moment, before returning it.

"Thank you...thank you."