I find myself running again. This time it's towards the horn that is still blaring.

A knife is thrown and knicks my ear, just enough to sting. I let up a little, just enough for one of them to tackle me. I'm slammed on the ground while someone laughs as they get off me. It's more of a crazed laugh than anything.

I roll to the left as they swing an axe to the right of my head, nearly missing. They curse at me and then swing again, but someone shoots them and I scramble away from their falling axe. I look up, expecting to see one of the people of Alexandria, instead I see another one of those people, if you would call them that.

I snatch up Carl's gun that fell a few feet away from me and aim it at the advancing person. I'm about to pull the trigger when a familiar voice speaks from behind the bandana.

"Lauren, it's me! Don't shoot!" Carol pulls the bandana down from her face and I lower the gun.

"Carol! Thank God!" I stand up and fix my crinkled clothes.

"I think that's all of them, but we need to check one last time before we call it." She looks at our surroundings as she speaks.

I follow her as we quickly walk through the fortified town, stabbing those who have turned. It was nerve wrecking to see familiar faces as walkers and I prayed that none of my other friends died.

It was that time that we came across Oscar. My heart fell to the ground as tears formed in my eyes. Carol sniffled and ordered me to grab his arms so we can move him out of the yard and onto a broad so it'll be easier to take him to the graveyard.

I know it bothered Carol because he was like a son to her. I mean, we did all live together for about a month now. He reminded me of my brothers and he would always ask me for relationship advice. Just yesterday, he was asking me for supplies for Zainab's birthday gift because he felt like her birthday was close enough to this time since it is fall.

Some other residents came out of their homes and stared in astonishment at the numerous bodies scattered on the ground. A couple of men helped us with Oscar and we eventually made it to the graveyard. We set him down and slid his lifeless body off the board so that it can be used to transport other residents of Alexandria that had been killed.

"You should probably go find Zainab." Carol solemnly said.

I walk off without a word and head down the streets to the group of houses we all live in. I know I should run, but I know I'll pass out if I do. My body is beyond exhaustion, but somehow I keep my legs moving. In the back of my mind I know that it's going to be a while before I sleep. The patients at the infirmary are going to jump up in numbers and the nightmares will probably haunt me again, along with the fact that I know we aren't completely safe here.

How stupid were we to think we could stay here and not be on top of our gaurd?

I immediately feel bad when I see Zainab standing on my front porch, knocking on the door with her bow in hand and a sheath of arrows on her back.

"Zainab?" I stand at the bottom of the porch stair. She turns around with confusion written all over her face.

"Hey! Good to know you're alive. Have you seen Oscar? I don't know if he's helping cleaning up the place or he went to someone else's house."
I bound up the porch steps and hug my still confused friend. "Um... good to see you too?" She awkwardly says.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't save him." I look at her as tears spill out of my eyes.

It takes her a moment to register what I just said and her face goes from confusion to devastation in a millimeter of a second.

"What? W-what do you mean by that?" Tears well up in her eyes.

"One of those people, the wolves, got to him and I couldn't shoot her in time." I look everywhere but at Zainab.

She collapses onto the crowd and her body shakes with sobs. I go to pit my hand on her shoulder but she shrugs me off.

"You could've saved him." She glares at me through her tears.

"I know."

"Then why didn't you?!"

"I wasn't fast enough." I mumble. "He's in the graveyard."

She shakily gets up and takes off down the steps. I want to follow her, but I don't think she wants to talk to me right now.

I sit down on the porch steps and put my head into my hands. Why couldn't I be faster? Why did I have to stop and shoot that wolf member?

"Lauren!" I look up to see Carl storming towards me. Great.

"Listen Carl, I'm not in the mood." I wave him off.

"You can't just sneak out and leave without telling anyone!" He scolds.

"It's not like you'd care anyways." I glare at him.

"What if someone broke in and got to Judith? Huh?"

"No one was going to get in." I sigh. I really just don't want to deal with this crap.

"And how do you know that?!"

"I'm not dealing with this." I grumble and start to walk away.

"You never finish an argument!" He yells.

I spin on my heal and narrow my eyes. "Want to know why? Because we aren't together anymore." I say in a low voice.

His face falls for a moment and my heat does too. "Enid's gone-" He starts.

"And what does that change?" I interrupt.

"Let me finish. She's gone and now I can't get help to get you believe me. To make you believe that I didn't cheat. That I didn't kiss her. So you're just going to have to believe for yourself." Withh that he walks away, shaking his head.

I don't realize I'm crying until I shift my eyes away and am met with blurred vision. I quickly wipe them away and pull my hair out of my ponytail to cover my face and keep my head down, making my way to the infirmary.

The walk was thirty minutes of hearing people's cries and the smell of burning bodies that make your eyes water from the stench.

I open the door and get pushed out by three men carrying a body wrapped in a sheet, I end up holding the door open for them. I look at Tara, who sits by the door on the ground, for an explanation.

"Denise lost a patient who got stabbed." She shakes her head in pity for Denise.

I walk in and find Denise sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. I sit next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I know I could've done something more. I just don't know what I could've done." Her voice is muffled by her hands.

"I know the feeling. Trust me I know."

A/N: That moment when you try and write this while watching tonight's episode where you basically fear for your father's life and have a heart attack when Negan almost bashed his brains in...

Any who. I updated! And now someone *cough* Z *cough* is going to hate me...

Oh well! I'll just wear a bullet proof vest to school tomorrow!