How many years had It been? Ten? Twenty? You'd lost track. It had been... a while. Since the farm. Since you lost the farm. Since you lost your Papa, your sisters, your family?

You were on your own. You had been on your own for years, more than you could count.

All you ever wanted was to find you family. But that.. wasn't what happened. Kidnapped would be the best work for it, but saved is what the called it.

A city, guarded and away from the people who needed it. And you, well... had found your way. Killing walkers, following orders, that was what you did.

Until... Rick. Until that fucking bowl haired bitch, who's hair had grown, brought him in. Battered and bruised, harmed.

You stayed by him as a nurse, that's all you were to him. Someone wanting to help.

Soon, you were alone. You had to stop yourself from sobbing when-

He groaned, shifting to sit up. His eyes tried to focus, and they focused on you.

"Kid..?" His voice was raspy, like he hadn't drank or spoke in years.