Months. It had been months. It had been months since we last seen another living person. That was both good and bad. Bad because there probably wasn't any humans left. We could be all that is left for all we knew. Judging by the lacking amount of people, we probably were. Good because we didn't have to deal with any unfriendlies. We didn't have enough people or the weapons to battle a whole group.

It had been months since I cut my hair. It was overgrown and annoying. It would always manage to get in my face and block my sight. I kept it in a ponytail every second of every day. It was a pest that I couldn't find it in myself to get rid of. There was just something about it that I needed to keep. I didn't know what it was though. The thought of cutting it seemed worse than just letting it grow. It's not like we had time to go to a salon anyway.

It had been months since we had a stable place to live. We have been traveling everyday nonstop. Our feet were covered in blisters and ached, but we didn't stop. Our shoes were torn to shit and we had to find new ones every weeks. We didn't have the luxury of rest. We didn't use cars, either. I don't really know why, but they were things we would just walk by when we saw them. I guess we figured we didn't need them. We spent most our time in the forest anyway. It provided more protection than walking on the road. Maybe that's why we haven't seen any people in a long time.

It had been months since the farm. That security was long gone. We haven't come across anything remotely like it. Even if we did, we wouldn't stop. Places like that fall every single time. There was no use in getting comfortable because we would end up leaving anyway. Instead, we just went house to house in hopes we can spend the night safely. I would be lying if I said I liked doing this. I was tired of running. I just wanted something stable, but I knew I wasn't going to get it. Moving house to house was the only option we had of surviving now.

It had been months since Andrea and I were saved. We learned about our savior and decided to stay with her. She was happy to be with us considering she would be by herself otherwise. Michonne was her name. She carried a katana sword which she had become an expert with. It was her protection. That and her two walker pets. She had chopped the arms and the jaws off so they had no way to bite her or us. They were used as camouflage from the rest of those freaks. I guess the smell kept us hidden. She would never mention who these two men were, though. She obviously knew them. When Andrea asked her once, Michonne only said, "They deserved what they got." We didn't bother to ask after that. She didn't want to say and I respected that. Andrea told her everything about herself, but I didn't do the same. I kept some things to myself. Andrea did tell he about our old group and my connections to it, but it was something I personally never said.

It had been months since I had last seen either of my brothers. I could only assume that Merle was dead. He did cut his hand off after all. With the amount of blood he lost, he most likely didn't survive. I came to terms with his death. Merle and I were never close, but I still grieved silently. He was my brother after all. I grew up with him. He at least deserved someone to mourn him. He was family. And Daryl, well, I doubted I would ever see him ever again. I would never get the chance to apologize for my behavior and I had to live with that on my mind for the rest of my life. I wondered if he ever thought about me or if he was relieved that I was gone. Even he could be dead. I will never know. I just hoped that wherever he ended up, he was happy. He deserved to happy.

It had been months since we had last seen our group. We had our differences, but I did miss them. Andrea would bring them up every once in awhile, but we never went into an in depth conversation about them. The thought of them being somewhere else, or in danger, or even dead brought the mood down. They didn't deserve to suffer. I just hope Lori survived and had her baby. At least there would be some sort of joy in this hell.

It had been months since Shane and I had our last encounter. I told him I loved him and now he's gone. This was the exact reason I didn't want to get too close to someone. Out of everyone, I missed Shane Walsh the most. He was my other half and now I'll never see him again. For the first two months, I convinced both Andrea and Michonne to go looking for the group so we could be reunited with them and, I didn't tell them this, but I wanted be with Shane, but after that we gave up. There was no way in hell we were ever going to find them. I said I accepted it, but I never did. Shane was always on my mind. Knowing him, he was probably looking for me too, but he would never find me. Unlike me, however, he wouldn't have given up. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was still searching for me. I just hoped he was still with Rick and everyone, not causing any problems. He needs them to stay alive. He was alive. That was one thing I was certain. He was not the kind of man to let this world take him down. He was going to fight those dead bastards until he dies of natural causes.

It had been months since our lives have been together. The day we lost the group was the day we lost ourselves. We weren't the same people. We had been on the road for far too long and saw things that changes you. Andrea and I have become close friends, not because I forgave her, but because we were stuck together. We needed each other to survive, so we got over it. Same thing with Michonne. She was tough, quiet, but nice. She was caring. She was a person we needed. I knew that she wasn't always this way. She was a different person months before as well. This world has brought the three of us together and changed us. Was it for the better or worse? We didn't know. All we knew was that we were alive. That's all that mattered anymore.

Yeah. It's been months.

Andrea's been sick. When I say sick, I mean really sick. She's sweating, feverish, and she couldn't move really. If I didn't know any better I would say she had been bit. Thankfully, that's not the case. Unfortunately, none of us were doctors so we didn't exactly know what is wrong with her. Even if we did, we didn't have the resources to treat her. Every pharmacy, every house, every store was picked over. There was no medications left. We were in trouble.

We had been holding up in the back of a store, letting Andrea rest. Michonne heard some noises and volunteered to check it out. She asked me to stay with Andrea while she was out.

I stood by the doorway in the front of the store with my knife at the ready. I actually had a few of them. Over the last few months, I collected them. I knew that I was going to need them sooner or later. If I ever lost one, I had many backups assuring that I'll never be unarmed. I had left Andrea by herself only because she insisted that I go protect the front in case Michonne failed.

If there were one thing Michonne was good at, it's killing walkers with her sword. When we weren't scavenging or traveling, she was training. She could kill three walkers in one swing if she had to. I always admired her dedication to surviving. Watching her made me want to work harder on myself.

Her and I would always find time to work out everyday, even if it were for only ten minutes. I had begun to develop toned biceps and abs, something I was particularly proud of. I was stronger physically and mentally.

Michonne opened the door and met me. "Did you leave Andrea by herself?"

"I figured you might need help."

She giggled slightly. "When do I ever need help?"

We started walking back together. "That's true."

We found her laying on the floor by the other door. "What are you doing out here?" Michonne asked.

"I needed some light," Andrea moaned.

Michonne bent down and helped her sit up. She looked awful. I had this horrible feeling she wasn't going to make it, but I quickly shoved that thought in the back of my mind. She needed to live. We couldn't lose her. We needed her.

Michonne opened a package and poured out the contents in her hands. She tossed the empty paper to the side and I read it. It was a small package of aspirin. Without her asking, I handed Michonne my water bottle. She fed the pills to Andrea and gave her the water bottle. After Andrea took a drink, Michonne held it to her head, trying to cool Andrea down.

Andrea took a deep breath. "How is it out there?"

"Same," Michonne lied. "It's quiet."

Andrea caught her, too. "You're lying."

Michonne sighed. "We should go in a few days."

"Agreed," I said as I leaned against the wall.

Andrea shook her head. "They're coming. You two should go."

"No," we both objected.

"I'll hold you back. Go. I can take care of myself. I saved your asses all winter, didn't I?" Neither of us found humor in her joke as she began coughing heavily. Michonne tried to give her more water, but Andrea pushed it away. "I won't have you dying for me. Good soldier won't leave your post. Screw you."

I had developed some patience these last few month. Back at the farm, her self sacrifice would have aggravated me. Now, I respect her decision even though there was no chance in hell we were leaving without her.

"We'll go in a few days." Michonne picked herself up from the ground and dusted off her knees.

"All right."

Andrea's voice brought our attention to her once again. "If we stay... I'll die here."

She was right, unfortunately. We packed up everything, put the bags on Michonne's walkers, and we left out the back. I walked with Andrea in case she needed me. We carried on through the forest, passing walkers and other dead things. We needed to get out of here before Andrea became one of those dead things.

I thought about everything on our walk. I hoped that if Shane was still alive, that he moved on and accepted that we were never going to see each other again. I hope he found someone that wasn't Rick's wife or me. I just hope he got over the fact that Lori's baby is not his and made life slightly easier for himself.

I thought about Daryl. Maybe he changed. I hoped he didn't hate me anymore and he forgave my betrayal. Maybe he and Carol finally got together. I could always see how she liked him. Maybe he finally realized that, too.

I remember when I desperately wanted to leave that small group and be on my own. It's not what I thought it would be. I miss them all. I wished them all the best.

Yeah. It had been months.