Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

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I had a bowl of dry cereal but I just sat there moving the spoon around the bowl. Michonne came over with a bowl and two water bottles. Carl started to laugh at her as she set the stuff down.

"Do you have something to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?" Michonne asked and it fired a smile on me. She was walking around with a men's white shirt that was extremely not her size.

"No, no, no. It looks great...Oh, you missed a..." Carl pointed at the button that wasn't done and Michonne fixed it. After she fixed it she sat down at the table.

"I wish we had some soy milk." Michonne said as she put the cereal in the bowl. Her bringing it up brought me back to every time she used that atrocity.

"You and soy milk." I said.

"Seriously?" Carl asked.

"Yes, seriously. Have you ever tried it?" Michonne asked Carl and I looked down.

"My best friend in third grade, he was allergic to dairy." Carl said. He was saying it all with a smile though.

"Uh-huh." Michonne said.

"And every day he would bring this soy stuff for lunch. I tried it." Carl said and I laughed at him telling me about it afterwards.

"And?" Michonne asked.

"I threw up." Carl said. 

"Oh, yeah, right." Michonne said and I nodded because she was more right than Carl was about his own story.

"All right, all right. I almost threw up. But I was like, ugh. It was so gross. I mean, literally, I would rather have powdered milk than to have to drink that stuff again. I would rather have Judith's formula--" He got quiet and we all did.

"I'm gonna go finish my book." Carl said while pushing himself away from the table. I sighed and looked back to the cereal.

Michonne walked out of the house and I followed behind her. Carl was shortly behind me.

"How long you think you'll be?" Rick asked as he followed us out the door.

"Fill a couple of bags, shouldn't be too long." Michonne told him. Rick looked down at the watch that Carol had given to him.

"It's 8:15 now." Rick said and put his hand back in his pocket.

"We'll be back by noon." Michonne told him.

"All right, you follow her lead. You understand?" Rick said to Carl while handing Carl his gun.

"Hey. Everything okay?" Rick asked Carl.

"Yeah, I'm just...hungry." Carl told us.

"All right. I'll see you in a couple hours." Rick told us and we walked off the porch away from him.

"Jess, are you just coming with us to just get out of the house and try to keep your mind off things?" Michonne asked me and I looked at her. There was no point in saying otherwise.

"Okay, here's the deal, because you still need to heal. Me and Carl will go through the houses. You sit on the porches and keep watch. Deal?" Michonne asked. Both me and Carl nodded our heads toward her.

They came out of the house and I swung my leg over the railing onto the porch as Carl closed the door. The bags looked pretty full as we walked away from the house.

"Find anything good? Candy bars? Comic books? Crazy cheese?" Michonne asked Carl while we walked through the wooded area.

"Huh?" Carl asked and Michonne looked at me like he was crazy. Then she pulled something out of the duffel bag.

"Bam, Crazy Cheese. Found it still sealed up and everything. Now I'll be nice and let you have the first pull." Michonne said to Carl and she rarely ever did that.

"No, thanks."  Carl told her and Michonne looked at him worried. As did I.

"You sure?" Michonne asked him.

"I'm fine." Carl told us and Michonne let us take a few steps ahead.

"You don't seem fine." Michonne pointed out and we stopped so she could catch up with us.

"I'm just tired. Okay?" Carl asked and then kept walking. I walked forward and Michonne froze for a long time. 

Then she ran up to us and squeezed the cheese into her mouth, very childish. But classic Michonne. It fell out of her mouth and she started to hiss at Carl. He looked at her un-amused. Michonne looked at him grimly and wiped the cheese off of her mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm not very good with making boys your age laugh." Michonne told him and it made me feel sad for her. She looked through the door and banged on the window.

"I was laughing. Inside." Carl told her and  we both looked at him. He was obviously lying.

"Toddlers find me funny. Two, three-year-olds." Michonne told him as she continued to hit the door. It made my heart hurt that this is how she was talking about him.

"What do you mean toddlers?" Carl asked and Michonne turned towards him with a sad smile.

"I had a three year old son and he happened to find me extremely funny." Michonne said in a cocky tone.

"That he did." I said and she turned to open the door. Carl froze before walking into the house with her. He shut the door and I sat on the front steps. I knew they were going to talk about it inside the house.

We were walking back to the house and they had all the bags full. It was nearly noon so Michonne told us we had to go back.

There were gunshots and then Rick came running at us from the side of the house.

"Go! Go!" Rick told us and the gunshots continued. We turned the other way and started running.

We were walking down the railroads tracks. It was one of those things that people would have done before to rebel or be with friends. But now it was a way of surviving.

"Crazy cheese?" Carl asked and handed Michonne the can. She shook her head with a smile. Carl slid the can back in the bag. I was looking at the bag and then I was looking at why the adults were stopping.

There was a sign on a train. The four of us were standing in front of the train looking at the sign.

"What do you think?" Michonne asked.

"If there's enough signs around then maybe, if some of the others survived, that's where they'd go." I said.

"Let's go." Rick said while he started to unwrap his hand.

"Let's go." He repeated and threw the wrap down. He picked up his bag again and we went back to the track.

SANCTUARY FOR ALL COMMUNITY FOR ALL THOSE WHO ARRIVE SURVIVE