I run and stop. Run and stop. Run and stop. The lack of energy is really getting to me. I was doing great for the first four miles, but then exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. All I want is sleep, but I still have some daylight left.

I start a slow jog again and try to ignore the things jingling in my bag. The cans of spaghetti O's weigh me down a bit. I figured that those will be my dinner since I hope I'll only be staying no more than three nights out here.

I hear some growls of walkers- I can't remember where I learned that word from- in the woods next to me, but I don't bother with them. I can't waste anymore of my energy on them. I have to keep running.

But I'm already so tired.

No. Just keep going.

The argument in my head goes on until my legs go numb from the running. I can see a group of about three cars up ahead. I slow my already slow jog down to the point where I'm barely walking and make my way to the wrecked cars.

I reach for the axe in my belt and investigate the wreckage. For a flicker of a moment I remember doing the same thing except I had...longer hair and dog tags?

I shrug it off as my imagination. I'd never let my hair get that long, it would be too easy for walkers and enemy's to grab. And what were those dog tags? They would be awfully noisy.

I turn all my attention back to the cars. One is flipped over while one is half on top of it and the other is crashed into that one.

I kneel down to see into the flipped car, but all I see is dried blood marked with hand prints. I go around to the drivers side and look in the broken window. Flesh covers the broken glass as a torso lays on the roof of the car. I look in the backseat and see a car seat with a rotted corpse strapped in. It wore what was once a bright blue dress but it is faded and covered in blood.

I turn away. I hate seeing children like this, when they couldn't even protect themselves.

I finish checking the other cars and find a suit case of clothes and a hand gun with half of a clip left.

I put all my stuff into the car that ran into the car half on the flipped one and return to the flipped car. I break the back window with my knife handle and snap a few times to make sure the kid isn't a walker and then unlock the seat belt with one hand as I flip the seat over with the other. It was heavy to say the least, but I managed.

I then drag the booster seat out of the car. "I'm sorry." I whisper to the child, even though she can't hear me. It just felt like the right thing to do. I reach into my pocket and get out my lighter since I don't have any shovels and I really don't want to leave her out here. I walk over to the side of the road and grab a hand full of dried grass since it is fall and never rains anymore. I hate fall now, everything seems to die in fall except the walkers.

I feel a pain in my heart as I light the  bundle of grass and drop it onto the little girls lap. Her dress catches and not long after it, she catches. I sit on the road and watch as her booster seat twists in the flames as the plastic melts.

The air reeks of burning flesh and melted plastic. I bury my nose in the back of my sleeve and try to block out the sickening smell.

The sun sets behind the trees until all that is left are the glowing embers from the dying fire.

I get up and kick away the child's ashes so the light would go out. I don't know why I found it so sentimental, it's not like I was close to a child as far as I can remember.

I climb into the backseat of the car that was only crashed since the front seat is meshed together with the hood from the Collison. The wind from the broken windshield whistles in and forms goosebumps on my covered arms. I pull my sweater out of my bag and put it on. I notice the cans of spaghetti O's at the bottom and remember that I forgot to eat, so I pull one out and pop it open with my knife. It's not until I smell them that my stomach starts to rumble.

The can seems to disappear faster than I'm eating and before I know it the can is empty. I still feel hungry but I don't dare to touch anything else but my water because the food has to last me a couple more days.

I try my hardest to fall asleep, but the haunting images of the little girl swirl around in my head which makes sleep hard, but I'm eventually granted it. But only for a few hours, or what feels like minutes.

The sunrise isn't the thing that wakes me up because the sun isn't even coming up yet, but instead it's the sound of voices around me. It takes me a minute to comprehend what was going on, but then I see the light of a flashlight bounce off the window and I slowly crawl onto the floor.

"There must've been a bad crash here." One of them, a girl, points out the obvious.

"You don't say." Another girl says sarcastically.

"Cut it out you two!" A woman whispers at them.

"Should we look around the cars?" The second girl asks. They sound scared and confused. I debate on whether I should help them or not, but decide that it'd be best if I stayed here and not get killed by them thinking I'm a walker in this darkness.

I hear one of them kick a rock against one of the cars. "No," a man says. "It's too dangerous."

The voices fade into the distance and I'm once again left alone. I've never been alone, I've always had a Saviour with me. It's kind of scary in a way, not having anyone to watch your back. Negan said that I came in with my other class mates, besides Jesús, but we can't remember anything from before to back that up. But if Negan says that's the way it is, then that's the way it is.

I trust Negan....to an extent. I trust that he will tell the truth like he always has, but I don't trust him with my saftey.  I mean he clearly just sent me out here for training, knowing that I could die.

I drift in and out of sleep while on the floor, dreams of a non-existent life bombard me. At one point I'm in a gas station store surrounded by walkers, and the boy, and who I suppose is his father or uncle or something, save my life. Another point I'm on a roof top eating what looks like chocolate pudding with the same boy which then transitions into a terrifying moment where I'm inside a shipping container with a bunch of random people talking to me. Some boy with blonde hair hugs me in my dream and all I remember was something about running.

I wake up as so as the word left the mysterious boy's mouth. Thank God my brain remembered to wake me up to run because it was already morning according to the sun and I still have to eat breakfast.

I shake the dreams from my mind and discard them as stress dreams. These happen a lot. I have dreams of me in different situations. Like one time I dreamt about a camp burning down and running to a car with some other kids my age. Some of them happened to also be in some of my other dreams, but I guess my brain just likes familiarity.

None of these are real. They're just dreams, right?

Right?

A/N: Heeeeyyyy!!! Please don't shoot me! I've had no motivation to write so sorry if this is trash. I have lots of ideas in my mind and I can't wait to write them down! Leave me feedback!!!

Stay in the salt circle, Niall.
So the walkers don't get ya!

~zombiefighter01