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"Disoriented." The man I know as Rick Grimes says to us all.

I watch the fire crackle and burn, curled up with my knees to my chest. I sit between Glenn and Dale by the fire, as we all try to fight back the cold hill air around us.

It is pitch dark and the fire did little to help. But we couldn't risk it, the light could draw unwanted attention.

The pup sleeps on the dirt by my feet, closer to the fire. Every few seconds his tiny body would shiver with each gust of wind and cold that blew past. His tiny bowls are empty by his head.

"I guess that comes closest. Disoriented. Fear, confusion, all those things." Rick says, both his arms wrapped around his family.

"Words can be meager things." Dale speaks up from beside me. "Sometimes they fall short." He places down his empty mug of what was stew.

I keep my eyes on the fire, picking apart a dead leaf while my stomach churns quietly. I am hungry, starving. But the group rationed the food proportionally so that everyone got a fair share. Even though we all were still starving, we would just have to wait it out through night until breakfast in the morning.

Rick glances at each of us. "It felt like I had been ripped out of my life and put somewhere else. For a while I thought I was trapped in some coma dream, something I might not wake up from ever." He explains with a far off look in his eyes.

While he begins to thank Shane, apparently his friend from before the world ended, I dust off the leave scraps in my hand. I whistle softly, and the pup's head shoots up in a second to me.

"Where are you going?" Glenn asks me, gaining the attention of Dale and Andrea.

I smile at him meekly. "I feel tired, think I will just head to sleep early tonight." I mumble to him and tap his leg as a goodbye as I stand up.

The pup stands up as well, yawning and stretching out his limbs before coming up to me in a trot.

I scoop him up with one arm. "Goodnight." I mumble softly while everyone nods to me and mutters the same.

Leaving the fire huddle, I head around through the bushes and enter my make-shift castle built from a tent that has seen better days. It's large enough to stand in, but only large enough for me.

There is a sleeping bag on top a fold-up futon that my legs always hung off from because it was too small. There is a small battery powered lantern hanging from above acting as my fancy chandelier. The backpack in the corner is my dresser and alongside that is my mini shoe-shelf used to hold my books.

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