Hi… I’m Lizzie. I’m not sure why people get so scared all the time. Walkers aren’t bad. They’re just… different. You just have to look at them the right way, you know? Like how flowers are different colors, or clouds are different shapes. Some people don’t understand, but I can hear them. The walkers, I mean. They talk to me. Not with words, but I can feel it. They’re my friends, in a way.

People always tell me I’m wrong about them. Carol said I have to be strong, but sometimes I think she doesn’t see things the way I do. That’s okay, though. I try to listen to her because she promised my dad she’d take care of me and Mika. But… sometimes it’s hard to be strong when everyone’s always fighting or crying. Flowers help, though. Looking at them, I mean. When I feel upset or when things get too loud in my head, I just find a flower and stare at it for a while. It makes everything quieter.

Some people think I’m weird or… broken, maybe. I’m not. I just see things differently. Like when I tried to help Henry, but he didn’t listen. He was supposed to listen! It’s confusing sometimes. I don’t mean to hurt anyone, I just want them to see what I see. Walkers aren’t scary if you stop and think about it. They’re not gone; they’re still here, just… different.

Anyway, I guess I should go. Carol says we have to move again soon. I hope there’ll be flowers where we’re going. They make everything better. Don’t forget to stop and look at the flowers, okay?