Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

The Lost And The Plunderers

The cross was up and the grave was done. It was really real now and we would have nothing left.

Michonne handed me something and I looked at her. She handed me the letter with my name on it and I opened it.

Something fell out and I looked at the ground. I knelt down and grabbed the picture off the ground.

Little Carl and Jess by the quarry. The one at Atlanta. The first time he had seen me in a long time and we went down there.

Carl's arm was around my neck and it looked like I was going to fall at any second. We both had wide grins on our face even considering what was going on.

I started crying again and I put the picture back with the note and I folded it. I needed time to be ready and I put it back in my pocket.

The growling was still there and I didn't care about the walkers in the walls anymore. I stood up again and looked at Rick putting Carl's gun on the grave. The same one he used to shoot himself.

I needed to get to the Hilltop. Carl made it very specific on what I needed to do.

I looked back and Michonne was gone. I could hear her grunting and I looked over to see her taking out the walkers.

I looked back and Rick was taking the gun away. He put it there just to put it back on his belt.

I was walking down the street looking at the not much we had left. It felt like every other time our home got taken away.

Except for every other time I had Glenn and Carl with me. Now I have neither of them and I never will again.

Rick was taking the walkie off a body and I saw Michonne walking towards him on the other side.

Rick stood up and just walked right past her. None of us had said anything since it happened and I wasn't sure if anybody was going to anytime soon.

I walked past Michonne and walked right into the house. I went up to my room and started tearing the boards off the wall.

It was gone. My bag was gone. I started tearing everything out and the bag still wasn't there. My heart was going faster and that bag had everything.

I grabbed Glenn's bag and dumped it out in one corner of the room and not everything was in there. All of the important stuff was gone along with the weapons that had been in there.

I threw the bag on the ground and went through the rest of them making sure they were all separate.

Something had been taken out of the bags and my bag was gone. I put the bags together and put all the dead ones in one bag.

I combined Abraham and Sasha's bag so it would be easier. I drug the duffel bag out and put the four bags inside.

Michonne was in the house and I grabbed the guns that were left. Sasha's rifle was over my shoulder and I zipped the bag shut.

"Jess, we got to go!" Michonne called to me and I closed the door on my way out of my bed room.

I had the bag around my shoulder and I followed Rick out of the house. I shut the door behind me without even looking back.

The rest of the stuff was in the back of the van and the walkers were starting to be everywhere. Michonne stopped shutting the door and I looked at the gazebo still in flames.

I walked around and slid the door open. There was enough room for me and I sat down with the duffel bag in my lap.

Rick was talking to Michonne about it and she said something about the roof. Carl would always sit on the roof.