As Carl and I sit side by side on the couch watching our kids Cora, Xavier and Jake play with toy trucks and cars I start thinking about how glad I am that they didn't have to grow up in an apocalypse where people die each and every day like: Rick, Dad, Michonne, Maggie & the baby, plus many more. Not to mention the ones we had lost before them, like Aaron. However I'm not glad that the kids couldn't have the chance to meet their family because I know they would've loved them. Anyways, Cora is 2 and has Carls eyes and hair colour. Where the boys are 3 and have my eye and hair colour. Well, to be fair the boys are twins. All of a sudden Carl calls me to the front door because we hear scratching. "Who is it?" I ask while walking up beside him. "I don't know. Maybe it's just a lost dog?" "Ya, you're probably right." Carl opens up the door but then is brought to the ground by a walker. As soon as he gets dragged down the walker bites his neck and I start screaming and crying. After a minute I go into the living room to get the kids but there are 3 walkers, one eating each of them. After that I start screaming and crying more until I decide to get a knife so I can kill the walkers, even though there's no point. As soon as I'm about to stab the one that's eating Carl I stop and my eyes get watery. The walker eating Carl is Rick. After that I whisper 'I'm sorry' and kill him. Once I'm done there I got into the living room and go to kill the one eating Cora. But then I drop the knife because if I can barley kill Rick as a walker, I'm not going to be able to kill my dad, Michonne or Maggie as walkers. After that I just leave the house, wandering out into this world to go through a whole bunch of loss and pain, all over again.