,,and I miss you like a little kid."

you were Shane's kid. 13 years old, and the only other kid besides Carl. things had been going good. You'd finally found a place to actually settle, the Greene farm. Hershel was finally letting your group stay inside.

being only a kid, the adults didn't let you and Carl in on much of what went on, not letting you have your say. Especially when deciding what to do with Randall (basically a prisoner).

after Dale's death, the idea was to let the man go. your father said this was not a smart move, that you had to get rid of him, he posed a threat.

So Shane killed Randall and staged an altercation.

when Rick found out and Shane tried to kill Rick, Rick killed him, and Carl shot him once he came back as a Walker.

the shots drew more Walkers to the area and you guys barely made it out. it was horrible, you didn't have time to process the array of events. Not until you all had reached a prison, a place you could stay for a little while. It wasn't overrun, so it would do.

you had your own cell, alone. In the heat of things, most had forgotten that you had just been orphaned. *Daryl was the only one to extend any sort of sympathy, and you still felt Carl's guilt, but regardless, you were alone.

you sat aside, on the cold concrete floor; realization and sorrow enveloping your mind. Your father was gone. Dead. He would've known what to do now. a pit of resentment began to build in your stomach towards both Rick and Carl. you couldn't even bury your father. See him again. Say goodbye. No.

you sat on the floor beside the stiff prison cot, everything you owned in a backpack beside you. Your life had just been uprooted so many times, and now you have to trek it without your father. Only with people, including the one who killed him.

your brain traveled back to your dad. He hadn't been bit, nor scratched to your knowledge, so how had he turned? but you didn't really care. You just missed your dad.