~Peter's POV~

"Peter. Come on, Peter. Say something. Anything!"

This was the phrase that had been repeated to me constantly over the last few hours. My shoulders were repeatedly shaken and my whole body was numb.

The woman in front of me kept yelling at me and breaking down crying. I wanted to reach out and comfort her, but I couldn't. My muscles seemed to be frozen and I couldn't manage to move them.

At one point, a small boy came in and tried to get her to eat, but she refused the small tray of food he brought her. They looked related at some degree and if I could, I would've asked about it.

The woman, her name I did not know, started to bang on the wall, making several holes and it worried me how angry she got over something she couldn't control.

"Please. Talk to me." She whimpered from across the room.

A tear fell down her cheek and she finally left the room. She left the door open and left the tray of food sitting near me in case I felt hungry later on.

I continued to sit on the bed and stare at the holes that had been made in the wall, thinking of who I might've been.

I knew my name was Peter, and I knew the small child's name was Frankie. I didn't, however, know the name of the woman that had been yelling and crying.

Seeing her distraught made something stir in my chest and all I wanted to do was hold her and tell her that I was okay and that everything was going to work out, but I couldn't.

My body refused to move and my muscles were screaming to relax and put them to rest, but my brain wouldn't let me function.

At one point, my eyes started to droop and I felt like I should lay down, but I didn't remeber how. I wanted to call out for help, but again, I couldn't figure out how.

I knew I should just wait. Eventually the woman would come back and she would help me. Right? Or did she leave me here?

The thought of that scared me. What if no one came back for me? What if I was left here?

At that moment, she walked in. Her face was puffy and her eyes were swollen red.

"Why were you crying?" I asked, confused at what caused someone to harm such a sweet girl.

Her head whipped towards me and her eyes widened. A large smile spread across her face and she started to walk towards me.

"You talked!" she giggled, sending my heart fluttering.

"Yes. Why is that important?" I asked.

"I've been trying to get you to say something for three days, Peter! You don't know how relieved I am. What do you remember?"

I thought about that and answered honestly, "Nothing."

Her face dropped the beautiful smile it once held and a frown marred her lips, making her complexion just the slightest bit darker.

"What do you mean nothing? Do you remember who I am?" she asked me.

I shook my head, "No."

Another tear fell down her cheek, "Do you remember what the world is like now, Peter?"

What did she mean? Wasn't it the same as it had always been?

"Has it really changed at all?" I asked.

She let out a sob, "Peter, everything has changed."

~Rebel's POV~

I was on RV duty with Dale and Daryl, keeping a look out for anything unusual. Daryl had joined because he wanted to observe the terrain, apparently he was going out hunting.

His decision hadn't made me too happy, especially considering he was going alone, but all the same, he insisted he would be fine.

"Is anyone outside?"

Great. Just what we needed, Clyde. Another one of your problems.

It wouldn't bother me as much had she joined the group, but now that she refused it, she was constantly asking Rick and Shane questions. It was kind of funny though, seeing Shane drool over her while she hardly noticed he was of the male gender.

"Up here. What do you need?" Dale called back.

"It's Peter."

My head snapped up to look at her and Daryl cast me a worried glance. He had showed his concerns over me and Peter, but he never made any comments.

"What about him?" Dale asked.

"He doesn't remember anything. He doesn't know me or how the world has changed. He's completely clueless. I need your help." She said.

"Sounds like amnesia." I told her.

"What?"

"Amnesia. It's permanent or temporary memory loss afflicted with trauma, shock or physical harm." I told her, kind of amused that she didn't know what it was.

"Oh. Did you say permanent?" She asked worriedly.

"Or temporary. It depends on the depth of the problem. In his case, I'm guessing it's only temporary, but I could be wrong. Hershel probably knows more about it." I told her.

"Hershel 's a dog doctor." Daryl snickered, poking me in the side.

"So? He still had to go to medical school to get his degree, meaning he probably knows the basics. Get with it, Dixon." I said, trying to give him a noogie.

He ducked and grabbed my hand, smashing me against his chest and wrapping his arms around my waist.

Who knew Daryl Dixon, bad ass, was a romantic?

"Uh....thanks." Clyde said, heading towards the house.

Things between Daryl and I had only gotten stronger after we found the walker in the bathtub. We had, of course, moved to a new room that was walker-free, but we were still 'together'.

I had fallen asleep in his arms every night and things hadn't really gotten any farther than that.

Everything in the group was normal. Lori pissed everyone off, Carl never stayed in one place and I hung around Dale constantly.

He still refused to call me anything but Trooper. Everyone had eventually caught on to the name and it was rare that someone used my real name anymore.

Daryl was really the only one who called me Rebel. He thought my nickname was weird and ironic, therefore, he refused to call me by it unless he was making fun of me.

I hadn't seen Frankie since the other day at Clyde's house, but I knew he would turn up sooner or later.

I felt a strange urge to keep an eye on him. It was like I owed it to Yasmine. I knew that if she could have, she would have asked me to do so. There wasn't a thing she loved more than her little brother.

A large crash was heard from the house and I stood from the roof of the RV, raising my bow.

The combat group exited the house and both Daryl and I moved towards them quickly, trying to decipher the situation.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

"Hershel got bit." Shane spat.

I turned towards the balding man, staring at him wide-eyed. He raised his sleeve, showing off a deep, teeth mark.

"When did this happen?" Rick asked him calmly.

"At the farm." he clipped.

"That was o'er a week 'go! Yer lyin'." Daryl yelled at him, his face getting flustered.

"I'm not lying." Hershel said, his voice was an eerie monotone sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"We can't have you here, Hershel. I'm sorry, but you know that it isn't safe for you to stay. You have two options, you pull the trigger, or someone else does." Rick told him, trying to bring control to the situation.

"No!" Maggie yelled, running out of the house, "You're not going to shoot him!"

Glenn wrapped his arms around Maggie's shoulders, keeping her from getting too close to the infected man that stood in front of us.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone." Hershel told us.

"Bullshit!" I yelled, "You think that now, but when you come back you won't be able to remember your own damn name!"

"But I will. I have a cure. I just need to see if it works. That's why I will be the test subject." he told us, a smile taking over his face.

Dale casted me a knowing glance and I watched as he slowly raised his crossbow. Everyone behind him followed suit, including me.

Everyone but Rick and Glenn had raised their weapons, willing to shoot the threat that remained in our group.

"I'm sorry, Hershel, but we can't take this risk." Rick told him, looking back at the group.

"If you you don't leave, you can assume what's going to happen." Rick told him, gesturing at the gate.

"No. I don't. What might happen if I refuse to leave?" Hershel asked.

"I'll have Daryl shoot you." Rick said evenly.

I understood his plan. We didn't really need to have loud firearms going off and attracting more walkers to our temporary safe haven.

"No you won't." Hershel said.

"Ye' bet yer ass I will." Daryl said, spitting at Hershel's feet.

Beth came running out of the house, tears streaming down her face.

"Please!" She screamed at Rick, "Please don't kill my Daddy."

Rick's face softened and he looked at her pleadingly, trying to make her understand.

"We're not going to kill him unless we have too." Rick told her, "He just has to leave before the infection starts to affect him."

Beth broke down in sobs, sitting down on the mild pavement, wrapping her arms around her knees. Maggie pushed Glenn away and sat down next to Beth, leaning on her shoulder for support.

Seeing the two sisters interact like the did made my heart clench. Piper and I had shared many sisterly moments, including crying together.

That was before I met Saxon. Once I met him, he was the one I went to for everything and that's when Piper and I's relationship went sour.

I didn't mean to ignore her, but she felt she had to make the feeling mutual instead of pointing it out and asking me to fix it.

Maggie wrapped her arm around Beth and leaned her head in the crook of her neck, trying to comfort her weeping half-sister.

The sounds they were making were tugging at my heart strings, and slowly, I was moving to their side of the situation.

Sure, Hershel was bit, that doesn't mean he deserves to die.

"Hershel, you've done amputations, right?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Quite a few. Why do you ask?"

"Maybe we can amputate the bite."

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