It feels as if I had just fallen asleep when Carol knocks- well, more like bangs- on my door so I can get up and go to this "school". I roll out of bed And stumble to my dresser to grab out clothes.

I head downstairs thirty minutes later, still half asleep, and grab some waffles that were on the island. Oscar walks in and looks from the island to me. "Did you eat my waffles?"

I stop mid bite. "...No...?"

He shakes his head and places two more waffles in the toaster. The front door opens as Morgan and Zainab enter.

"Hey mates!" Zainab smiles and gives Oscar a peck on the cheek.

Morgan takes the waffle that was on my napkin. "Oi!" I yell at her. She shrugs and takes a bite out of it.

"Now you know how it feels." Oscar smirks and grabs a napkin as his waffles pop up.

"You guys ready for school?" Zainab asks as she steals one of Oscar's waffles.

"Really?" He groans.

I shake my head. "Hopefully with this nursing thing I can get out of this school thing."

"I don't see why we have to learn about even deader people, or anything as a matter of fact!" Morgan crosses her arms in a pouting way. "Especially when in jobs these days, all you have to know is how to fight."

There's a knock at the door and I open it to reveal a smiling Hunter. "You ready for school?" I make a finger gun and point it to my head, pretending to shoot myself. He laughs. "It's not that bad."

"I thought I escaped it when this all started!" I turn around and grab my shoes from last night. They matched my hooded flannel and I really didn't want to run upstairs to put my boots on. "Yo!" I call behind my shoulder. "We gotta run!"

"But I hate running." Zainab groans.

I roll my eyes. "Not that type of running."

We leave the house and follow Hunter to the garage that suits as a school. Apparently all the little kids are at someone else's house, so it's only twelve of us. They have made shift desks which are just a bunch of random tables set together, almost like lab tables.

I look around as my friends take their seats. Enid gives me a smirk from the other side of the room and then talks to the kid named Ron, Dr. Anderson's son. I roll my eyes and realize that while all my friends too their seats, the only seat available was in the back....by Carl....

I don't even bother to make eye as I take my seat and stare straight ahead at the whiteboard.

It's not that I don't want to forgive him, it's that I can't. He obviously didn't want me anymore and I respect that. I guess I'm mad because I still love him and he didn't even have the decency to break up with me first.

Someone enters the garage through the house and I don't realize who it is until she puts her head up.

It's that mom that I got in a fight with.

She looks around the small garage, smiling, until she gets to me. Her smile fades and she gives me a death stare for half a minute and then smiles to the rest of the class. "Good morning." She clasps her hands together. "I'm Mrs. Candella for those of you who are new to Alexandria."

The whole two hours was just us learning about stuff we're never going to use. Who was the third president? I don't care because he's dead. How does evolution work? Let's just take a look outside the gates.

Carl and I ignored eachother the whole time and never said a word to eachother. Morgan and Patrick seem to be getting along and Dylan only hit his head once on the desk. Austin got yelled at by Mrs. Candella because he wouldn't stop talking to Olivia. Zainab and Oscar only asked why they had to be here three times, and Kennedy, being the nerd he is, looked excited to be learning.

I was grateful to have to go to the infirmary and start my training with Denise and Dr. Anderson. I walked back with the group to their houses and then headed over to the infirmary which was a couple of blocks away.

The cool air felt nice after being in that stuffy garage for two hours. It wasn't much later that I made it to the infirmary, only to find a drunk Dr. Anderson.

"You're late." He grumbled as he stood up from sitting on the stairs, swaying a bit.

"Sorry, the school just let out." I half heartedly apologize.

"Never the matter. Denise will teach you everything you need to know." He waves me off and starts walking away.

"Where are you going?" I ask, slightly confused on why the surgeon is leaving.

"Back home. Get a good swing or two in. Come find me if you need me." He slurs. I watch him stumble and sway down the road before I go inside.

Denise is looking out of the window when I enter. "I can't believe that man!" She says in a disapproving tone.

"Does he do this every day?" I ask as she continues to change the bandages on a woman's gunshot wound.

"Once a week. I don't understand though. To start off today, you need you get familiar with these medicines. " She hands me a list and then starts a conversation with the woman.

The small bell on the door rings as someone enters. I peek my head around the corner from the medicine on the medicine shelves that I was matching up to the list.

"Wow guys." I smile to Rick and Michonne who have on cop uniforms. 

They smile back and then start talking to Denise. I continue with the list until they leave twenty minutes later.

"How long have you been working here?" I ask Denise after she shows the woman to the door.

"For a few weeks. I'm fairly new and don't see how I can possibly teach you what I don't know. But we can learn together." She smiles and pushes her glasses up. She started showing me around the infirmary, showing me where everything was at.

I slowley learned over the course of a week. It became normal to get up and run to the garage school, make Mrs. Candella mad at me somehow, and run to the infirmary. Nothing really major happened, just a few sprained ankles and headaches was just about as much excitment I got to see.

A/N: LAST BORING CHAPTER AND I SWEAR NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE GOOD AND EXCITING

Sorry for taking so long to update...y'all probably know my excuse already! Also sorry for gramtical and spelling errors, for I have not read through this because it's 10:20 pm and I'm basically dead and I felt the need to update since I haven't in 10 days.

Stay in the salt circle Niall so the walkers don't get ya!

Larry stylinson anniversary today!

~zombiefighter01