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I can't tell how long it's truly been since we lost the farm.

How long we've been on the road going from town to town, house to house, sleeping in cars or barely safe structures.

Going days, sometimes weeks with nothing to eat but scraps, scouring every possible source for resources to help keep us going.

The number of sleepless nights and fear of walkers or other people somehow finding us preventing us from truly staying anywhere for even a few days.

I think our record is three days in one place before walkers appeared and we were forced to move on yet again.

Somehow, maybe because the dead had overpowered the living, we had yet to run across another living person or group, and I'm pretty sure we are all very thankful for that fact because paranoia and fear have been nothing but a constant since the moment those walkers showed up on the farm.

The only thing keeping me from losing my mind is my family, which has evolved from my dad and brother, to everyone in the group.

I guess living every waking moment constantly in close confines with the same rotation of people leaves you more tolerable of their presence and even against your wishes, finding yourself caring about them.

Lilly had wormed her way deep into my constant surroundings, the girl and I nearly attached at the hip because we just understand each other.

She's changed a lot since the farm fell, hell we all have because we were all forced to learn to adapt to just survive, because that's what we were doing now, trying to survive as we struggle to find somewhere decent to try and catch our breath before being forced to leave again.

Gage tried to keep himself distant from the group, claiming he still didn't care about them but I could see his affection in offering Lori his portion of what little food we could find, making sure Carol had water at least once in the day, checking in on Beth and listening to her talk about Jimmy, and keeping me company when I couldn't stand being surrounded by everyone anymore and needed just a little bit of peace.

It wasn't that he didn't think I was capable of protecting myself, I grew to realize that after the farm, we all had trust issues, and it brought him peace of mind by tagging along with me.

And he isn't a bother, he's still quiet and mostly keeps to himself, but he is more open than he used to be.

Giving Rick his thoughts and opinions about where we head next, and what places we should check for supplies, like me, we'd both become Rick's closest confidants.

We try to consider him our leader, but he doesn't make a decision before consulting Daryl, my dad, Gage, and I.

And we all knew why, mostly because of my dad and I's military experience, what places could have guns and ammo, and then Daryl and Gage's extensive knowledge of the environment, where it would be easiest to find water sources, where the most wildlife could still reside for food.

But the unrelenting blanket of exhaustion that's quickly starting to wear down on all of us isn't helping anyone, not to mention the lack of nutrients and proper water we're all trying to share between fourteen people.

One of them was Lori, who had started to show about a month ago and it was blatantly clear that sooner rather than later, we'd need to find somewhere safe, as only time could tell before we got to the point where we couldn't travel anymore with her being so heavily pregnant.