Two weeks later, someone else's POV…

…I can't feel my fucking fingers. This is total bullshit, and I'm calling you out. Fuck you Mother Nature and all your cold-ass winters! If I wanted to freeze to death, then I would've jumped into the lake and been done with this whole thing…

Food's run out, water's run out, energy's run out. I don't know how the hell I'm still going, but it was a stroke of luck to find that narrow passageway through the trees that someone must've carved out. Who knows what could've happened if I had gone straight through that tunnel?

Am I almost there yet? God, it's been so long since I've actually had a real destination for once. Most of the time I've just been scrounging around for supplies, not getting involved with people I don't know and just trying to find someplace… better. Better than staying on the road, at least.

And then, back at that gas station, I saw it! A torn-up notice for this big old camp called Wellington! There was no way to tell if it was just total bullshit or not, but who gives a damn? What else have I got to lose at this point?

You know, sometimes I just wish I could just lie down in the snow, stay there until the walkers come, and just get torn to bits. Probably would've been easier than dragging my sorry ass halfway across the country to get here.

But then I realize why I'm still standing here today.

I'm doing this… I keep moving; keep going strong until the day I roll over and die…

…for her.

It's a long shot, I know that for a fact. But… I can't shake the feeling that she's still out there somewhere – fighting off impossible odds.

Oh, who am I kidding? The odds of running into her again are like a billion to one. Get your head out of your ass, man.


Ugh… I feel like hammered shit, and don't even get me started on what I probably look like. Do I have the flu or something like that? Heh… it'd be pretty ironic if that's what brought me down after all this time. Not walkers or other people trying to kill you. Not starvation or dehydration, or even some damn hypothermia.

Nope, I'll go down from a runny nose.

God damn it, did I go the right way? There's a sign there, I'm sure of it, but it's covered in snow from the snowstorm we had the other day. Man, that was intense! It sure was fortunate that I managed to find that old tent back there. Of course, I had to pull the dead guy out of it, and it ended up smelling just awful, but it kept me alive, and that's all that matters.

Oh, hey there… That looks like a winner. A big old campsite with a boat-load of tents up on the hill. Maybe that's my golden ticket to safety.

…or at least a bed. A bed and a couple of books. That's all I really need these days to keep me satisfied.

Just a little bit further man, you've got this… If you could drag your ass to work every day back then while having to deal with all of those grade-grubbers, then you sure as hell can make it to this place. They'd better let me in, though! I'm not taking no for an answer.

Shit… dropped my gun. Better pick it up.

Damn it, wrong hand. I always forget about that – stupid stump.


Well, time to ring the doorbell I guess. Here goes nothing…

"Well? What do you want?" yells somebody with a gun that's obviously more heavy-duty than mine. By the sound of his voice, I'd say he's a country boy.

"What does it look like to you?" I reply, my words dripping with sarcasm. "I've come here to join the fucking circus! Now are you gonna let me in or what?"

"I think it'd be best if you just moved along," responds the younger-looking man with an orange sweater. Who the hell does this guy think he is? And who's his red-haired girlfriend he's got with him?

"Listen man," I relent, obviously noticing that this guy doesn't appreciate my attitude. "I've had a long, miserable past couple of years, and I walked over here from fucking Georgia just to find someplace safe. So forgive me if I'm not in the best mood right now. Now, I'm just gonna open your door and – "

"BACK UP! NOW!" he yells, firing off two machine gun rounds near my feet. Hmph, kid plays hard ball, I'll give him that.

But it takes two for a game of catch.

Pulling my pistol out, I hold it up at head level and match his glare with one of my own. Maybe if I hold this long enough, he'll cave and then they'll have to let me in! I'm not a bad guy, but I'm just sooooooo tired!

"You really want to shoot a crippled man, pretty boy?" I ask knowingly, sensing that this is the type of guy who has morals… like I used to have. "Because you've got a hell of a lot more to lose than I do, I can promise you that!"

At this point, it seems that the reinforcements have arrived, including at least five more of his buddies who have all stepped outside to get rid of their little pest. It seems I'm the most popular man in the neighbourhood today.

"Just tell us who you are!" one of his buddies orders. Yeah, as if I'm going to listen to a guy with piercings and possibly the worst-looking beard I've ever seen! Not to mention the hat – what's this guy thinking?

"Why don't you folks let me in and I'll tell you?" I sigh, putting the gun back into my pocket and admitting defeat. I'm outgunned, outnumbered and too bold for this to go smoothly. "Look, I don't mean any trouble. I just feel like shit and don't have anywhere else to go. Now, if you don't mind – "

"Luke? What's going on?"

…if someone's playing a joke on me, then I swear to god I'll come over there and knife you down where you stand.

"Nothin', kiddo," he reassures, making my blood boil as he does. "Just some asshole trying to break into the camp. Go back inside, you should be resting your leg."

Hey, wait just a damn minute! I'm an asshole? You're the one who fired on me, you little chicken shit! I swear I've got half a mind to…


"Let me see," the kid ushers, and it's then that I get a good look at who's talking. Small in size, a bloody and torn-up coat, crutches for some reason, and…

…the hat.

Oh my god… it's… my sweet pea…


Feeling them buckle and shake, I collapse onto my knees instantly. And I cry, a lot. I cry a fucking river.

I cry because for the first time in two years, I feel genuine happiness.

AN: And… that's all she wrote. I can't believe it's finally over, but it's been one hell of a ride.

I wanna give a special shout-out to my reviewers – you guys don't even know how happy I'd get when I see one of your reviews pop up in my email. It's an unreal feeling to know that you guys have enjoyed this as much as I have. Especially you, Rebloxic! Every single time I updated it seemed that you were right there waiting to say something lol.

But seriously, every one of you guys have made this happen – Aqua Destiny, Spiderclone, Kesarkuch, Jay Chammy, Micdonaldboss, Neverlie, iamClem, Walking Dead Fan, Ginger Newt, all the guests, everyone who faved/followed… you've made this a reality!

And one last thing… I don't know if I should make a part three or just leave it as it is. What do you guys think? I've got some ideas if I do end up making it, but sometimes I have a problem letting go haha… I think I've got some explaining to do with that ending. Just lemme know in the reviews, or shoot me a message!

Stay classy, folks!

Leafs nation