Revenge. That's what your soul ached for, revenge and violence upon the ones who have taken away the man who cared for you the most. My group had killed, and practically tortured, the man who has taken care of you for nearly a decade - Joel, Joel Miller to be exact.

My father was the one who had personally killed Joel for killing someone of our group, that person being Glenn Rhee. We had let you live since we thought you were just a little girl, but you've slaughtered all the hundreds of Soldiers that worked for us. By yourself. And, you've nearly successfully killed all the people that were in the room when Joel had been tortured by my father. There were 13 of them, all part of my group, all my close friends. I remember how they held you down and made you watch Joel's head being bashed in with a golf club. A fucking golf club. You've killed 11 by far, now it's just me and my father left for you to finally finish the revenge your craving like it's a drug that you always want to be high off.

You have practically travelled across the country, from Jackson to Seattle, to kill every single one of us. We've tried to all split up around Seattle, confuse you so some of us could escape. But your smart, too smart.

I had watched you kill Michonne a few weeks ago. You were standing in the midst of spores with no mask on when you had tortured Michonne for answers where Rick, my father, was. You had breathed in Spores. The fucking airbourne infection that if you breath in, you turn into a Runner, a zombie. But you didn't turn, you fucking mutant. You were Immune, the only immune in the world and it oh so happens to be the girl that wants my head served on a silver platter.

(You start wherever you want it to be)