The next morning the camp woke up bright an early, we started cleaning up the bodies. Andrea was still leaning over her dead sisters, but she threatened anybody who came near them. I just minded my own business and started dropping my machete into the skulls of all the dead corpses, just to be sure they all were dead. I was turned away when they started loading them into the back of Daryl's truck, apparently being injured declined me of doing some heavy lifting.

It didn't take long before Andrea was becoming a major issue, one in which I took into my own hands while the other were loading corpses into vehicles. I made my way next to her and knelt down to her level, she had her sister laying on the lap, her free hand in hers, the other on her gun.

"I said leave us alone!" She hissed at me, gun pointed in my direction.

"It's time to toughen up alright? I'm sorry about your sister-"

"Toughen up? You don't even know her name do you!?" she shoved her gun in my face.

"Amy wouldn't want to see you like this," I told her.

"Shut up!" she yelled.

Other survivors were starting to crowd around, still keeping a safe distance at most. I looked straight down the barrel of the gun, unafraid.

"She's gonna turn, and you know that, I could care less about what happens to you but frankly there's kids in this camp, and they don't need you threatening to shoot everybody," I explained.

I could see the words really process through her brain, she glanced back at everybody with fear in their eyes and the gun in her hand. A moment later, she finally put it down in defeat, but unfortunately it was to late, Amy's body began to stir.

"Let me," I offered, pulling my dagger out.

She shook her head no at me, and reached out for the blade herself. I handed it to her without a question, and watched as she said her final goodbyes to the biter that used to be her sister, before the knife plunged into her temple and she laid still.

"Thank you..." Andrea whispered to me, handing back the knife.

I laid a hand on her shoulder before taking back my blade and walking away. I didn't make it far before Daryl confronted me.

"You have a death wish? That girl could'a blown your brains out!" He growled, almost sounding concerned for my safety.

"No, she wouldn't have," I shook my head.

"Oh ya, and how would you know?" he asked.

"It wasn't in her eyes," I told him.

I left the conversation at that and carried on cleaning up the camp and burning the biters all except for the fallen survivors, they buried their own. I personally thought of it as a waste of time but it wasn't my call. I helped with burning the corpses, while some of the others dug out graves and moved the bodies up the hill.

By midday, I was standing in the background of the makeshift funeral they put together, and listening to Rick go on about how we honor the dead, and push forward. I tuned it out half way through and decided on making my leave while nobody noticed. I know it sounded like a messed up thing to do, to just disappear, but I never planned on staying in the first place anyways. I paid my debt and now I needed to leave. Last night was a big wake up call to why I don't stay in groups, to much noise. I was better off on my own like I always had been.

I gathered up my stuff and through my bag over my shoulders, leaving a little note in the RV for the others to find. It wasn't really a goodbye, more of reminder not to come looking for me. I stepped down from the RV steps and nearly crashed at the bottom, I quietly cursed at myself for forgetting about this damn leg of mine.

"Where do you think your're going?" a very southern voice asked from behind me.

I started cursing even more inside my head when I turned around to find Daryl standing there, arms crossed over his chest. He was the absolute last person I wanted to run into on the way out.

"Leaving," I told him.

"You wont get far on that leg," he reminded me.

"I can take care of myself," I replied.

"It's your funeral, only nobody will there to put you down once ya turn," he huffed, before walking away.

I took that as my que to head out before anybody else spotted me. I didn't have a destination plan, I'd just keep following whatever direction my feet would carry me. Never looking back. This would be the last time I encountered these people ever again, they wouldn't make it long out here and I didn't plan on attending more funerals, and I definitely didn't plan on anybody attending mine...