You had been with the Atlanta group for a year and a half when everything at the prison went down.

You got out by yourself despite your age. You kept through the woods alone and avoided any sign of human life in fear of murderers or people like The Governor.

You spent 35 days alone in the apocalypse before you found Alexandria and were reunited with your group. 35 days. You weren't sure when it started but you could hear the walkers talking to you.

Sometimes you would tie the walkers up and hold conversations with them as you ate whatever food you hunted, giving them some of it too.

You didn't think you were crazy but you never mentioned it to anyone. Carl had ridiculed Lizzie back at the prison for naming the walkers and calling them alive.

Sometimes you would walk alongside your new undead friends and talk while you travelled after cutting off their arms and removing their jaws. But you left them behind once you found Alexandria. Sometimes you snuck over the walls to find your old walker-friends or new ones.

You were sitting in Carl's room at his desk, writing in your notebook about conversations you shared with certain walkers as he read a comic on his bed. You wanted to tell him, I mean, everyone knew you were a little off ever since you got back. You slightly mumbled to yourself.

"What're you writing about?" Carl asked.