My name is Charlotte Grimes. My father, Rick, leads our group of survivors. He is the one in charge, they all listen to him.

My brother is Carl Grimes. I don't get along with him, I may be younger than him, but I'm not damn near as stupid.

The group doesn't listen to me like they do with my father, or even Carl. I'm still that thirteen year old girl with no capability of survival without guidance.

I'm not scared of walkers. I'm not scared of people. I'm not scared of my family. I'm scared of my family not needing me -and they don't.

So I will leave. If they don't want me, then they don't have to have me.