Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

Forget

I woke up early in the morning and walked up the stairs to throw on a tank top and leggings. There were only one pair of Nike's and I tightened them against my foot.

I walked out the door and made sure it quietly shut behind me. The last thing I needed was them waking up because of me.

I stretched for a minute and then I started running down the street. It was a 80% run. If Rick didn't want us to become weak, like these people, then we were going to need to fight to stay in the shape we were in.

Except for the mental shape. All of us, we were nearly out there too long. It almost ate us alive. If we were out there I'm not sure how many of us would have actually survived with our minds in the way they were.

I saw our block and I got down into a runner's stance.

"Three, two, one." I whispered and then did a full sprint towards the house.

Sasha was walking down the street and I stopped next to her.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Was that you screaming?" She asked.

"Yeah, but it was okay." I told her. My screaming is what made Michonne freak out and try to get into the bathroom.

"Weird, but, before you ask I just need to go out and--" She started.

"You need to shoot, it's what you need to do. I understand. Just let me know if you need anything." I told her and she nodded her head.

I haven't talked to Sasha yet. I've wanted to, more than anything. But the way she was taking his death and Bob's, so close together. I didn't know what to say to her. I mean I did, I just couldn't find the words. 

Sasha squeezed my shoulder and then continued walking down the street. The house was only a few away so I just jogged the rest of it.

I wore the jacket, leggings, a dress shirt, and combat boots. If I needed to be comfortable then it was gonna be my way.

"I don't see it, but it's close. There's just one of em." Daryl said while looking around the house Rick brought us too. There were only a few walkers laying on the ground.

"We won't be here long. So what do you think?" Rick asked.

"We go in when it's empty." Carol said.

"How is that? It's locked up at night." Rick said.

"I became good at unlocking locked doors, for no reason, at all." I told them making sure I added the second part.

"The window. There's just a latch. I can leave it open." Carol said.

"A latch?" Rick asked.

"Yeah." Carol said.

"What if one of those pricks shuts it?" Daryl asked.

"Wait a couple of days, leave it open again." Carol said. 

"That would be suspicious." I said and the walker snarling was getting louder. Daryl turned around and looked behind the house again.

"It's getting closer." Daryl said.

"We need to do it sooner than later. Right now, they're not watching us. Not worrying about meetings like this. We may need the guns, we may not." Rick said and I shrugged my shoulders.

"We will whatever way it goes." Carol said.

"They're the luckiest damn people I ever met. And they just keep getting luckier." Rick said.