Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 26: Don't put this awkward conversation in my face.

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(DAY 292) This has been my biggest failure yet. It's been two months since my last entry. To be honest, I can't even confirm for sure that it's Day 292, but I know it's at least close. It's gotta be at least a little accurate. But get over it, historians. A couple-day difference isn't going to really change what's going on.

Over the past '60' days, nothing too spectacular has happened other than Lori's stomach growing and Hershel's beard really taking off. Most of us have started getting really skinny, but we've been lucky enough to find a couple places with food. During one of our less fortunate weeks, I decided to reveal to everyone that I had two boxes of Cheerios in my bag. I explained that I would've told them sooner, but I had been hoping we wouldn't need them because they held sentimental value. After sharing the full story of how Shane and I found them, they said to keep the unopened box in my bag for a dire situation and we ate the box that Shane and I had already started eating a while ago. No one seemed upset that I was hiding food, but to be honest, I had almost forgotten about the Cheerios as well.

I got a glimpse of myself in a mirror yesterday, and that's why I wanted to write the entry in the first place. I don't look like me anymore. Okay, I'm not the same person at all. I used to be Corynn August, though most people didn't call me that. That was still who I acted like, the calmer, quieter person I was at Woodbury and the first few weeks with this group. After yesterday, I realized that I'm not her anymore. I'm Cory Jenner now. I'm not calm or quiet, just self-kept. My emotions overrode me after Shane died. I'm probably the least stable anymore, though I like to believe I'm best at pretending I am. We still haven't seen Andrea or Merle anywhere, by the way. I think it's safe to say now that they're gone.

Anyway, I need to go. We're packing up to move to the next house.

Signing out,
Cory Jenner
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I awoke with a jolt when a mass of weight flopped on top of me. My instinct was to scream, potentially sure that walkers had gotten into the prison and I was about to go down. I did in fact scream as I opened my eyes, but stopped rather quickly with some sort of shame when I noticed that it wasn't a walker on top of me. It was Merle.

"Jesus, Blondie." He laughed after I quieted down. "Didn't mean to scare the livin' shit outta ya."

"Well, you did."

Momentarily, I had forgotten all that happened yesterday, what with finally coming back to the prison and kissing Daryl in front of everyone, followed by finally getting Merle back in my life. For just a second, I forgot that yesterday had been the day to bring me back to life.

"Sorry," He said, rolling off of me to stand again. "Officer Friendly was askin' for you."

"Who?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Rick?"

"What kind of stupid nickname is that?" I mocked jokingly, amused to see his offended face.

"I thought it was clever."

I forced myself out of my bed, getting to my feet. "Whatever, Loser."

He exited my cell, likely heading toward his own again, and I slipped on my converse, still in my dark gray sweatpants and the black hoodie that I used to wear constantly at the farm. I tried to fix my messy hair as I hopped down the stairs to find wherever Rick was. I was nervous to hear what he needed me for but pushed it from my mind as I saw him in the main room, sticking his pistol in his gun holster. He was clearly getting ready for something.