It all started with a autograph. A Chandler Riggs fan fiction.

The pain after getting my arm cut off.

My arm hurt so badly. It was hard to move. Not only that put they were forced to tie me to the bed just to make sure I wouldn't turn. The sheets were bunched up underneath me. And my arm just kept bleeding and bleeding. It wouldn't stop.

The pain was a constant stabbing and burning pain. And I screamed out in horror every time I saw my arm. This can't be happening. I can't be left with this stub the rest of my life! I was left all alone to suffer because everybody was too scared I would turn. Not only was I tied down on the bed but the door was shut and locked and the windows were boarded up. It was completley dark in my room and I was scared. What if a zombie came and got me before I could turn?

I had to pee so bad! It was unbearable. I knew that they wouldn't come and untie me though. I would have to be forced to pee myself soon.

My stomach was constantly having sharp pains because I was so hungry. I hadn't been fed for a day or so because they don't want to waste their precious food on somebody who could possibly turn. My throat burned and I was losing my voice.

I felt like I was in a crazy asylum. I had nobody to talk to and I had never felt so alone in my life. Not only was I going crazy, but I was bored. No matter how much pain I was in I would have killed to have the chance to get some fresh air.

Maybe I was overeacting but sometimes I swear it was hard to breathe. Sometimes I couldn't get my breathe and I would start freaking out thinking I was going to die.

With all of my problems only comes more. The group does not trust me anymore. They probably won't trust me for a long time. Maybe after I recover they will make me leave the group, or maybe they might just kill me in my sleep. It is pretty bad when they have forgiven Carol before they have forgiven me.

Thats when I started thinking that after I recovered, if I ever did, I would run away from this group. Just in the middle of the night I would take off running and never look back. I might even steal some suppplies from them. But I couldn't do that to them. They needed the food more than I did, plus they had done so much for me. Any other group would of shot me on sight.

All I can do is lay in this smelly bed and wait to see if I am going to die. Maybe if I did die it would be better for all of us.