She wasn't like the others... She would distance herself in the back of the pack rather than with the others where it was safe. She would rather read or write about the days events in the small notebook she carried in her pocket. Where she kept track of everything. Those who have read it say she even documented the day it started and how she felt running from the walkers. She wrote about getting separated from her family how she almost went insane until she found the camp. 

Her thoughts were kept hidden unless written down. People went to her for advice, they went to her when they needed someone to talk to. Her calm demeanor and neutral expression made it easy to trust her. To get attached at the amount of attention she gives you, if any at all. 

She was known yet unknown. She was tough, yet kind. She cared for all, yet kept her distance. She spoke few words, yet heard many.

How could someone survive so long with only a handgun and a hatched? No one knew where she came from or how she got to the camp, only that she appeared one day and that was the end of it. 

On calm nights like tonight, you can find her away from the group watching the stars gleam. She was the definition of a mystery no one wanted to unravel, for fear of unleashing something wild and insane... and that's exactly what I did. I opened Pandora's box. I unleashed the beast that hid within the gentle girl. And once unleashed...once opened...the box can never be closed again. 

She wasn't like the others... she wasn't one to get caught up in runs. She only grabbed what she needed and left. Except for the day she found May. Once she laid her eyes on the silent crying child. Stuck in the back seat of a broken down van, while her parents slowly changed into walkers... No one could change her mind.

It was supposed to be a simple run. In and out. Which is why I decided to bring her along, big mistake. 

As we walked along the abandoned highway, picking at broken cars, a minivan speed past crashed a few feet ahead of us. Assuming it was an attack, we armed our self and approached with caution. Though as we drew closer, we realized what happened. The mother, sitting in the passenger seat, changed and was now attempting to feast on the flesh of the unconscious father. While in the back seat silently crying was a child. Holding a small stuffed bunny close to her face. Sensing our glaze she looked out the window and straight at us, well more like HER.

It wasn't but an instant when she jumped over the car onto the side the mother was at. Giving her a silent prayer and finally, peace. It was then I knew what she was going to do. Not a moment later, she opened the back doors of the car grabbing the back bags and throwing them over in my direction while cutting the young girl loose with a pocket knife. Once that child clung onto her so tight, crying silently, I knew there was no way she would ever let May out of her sight. It was then at that moment that the box cracked...just a bit.