I was sitting against Carl's stomach, half asleep. My dad, mom and everyone else from the camp were sitting around the campfire while Dad told everyone about how he found us. It was really hard listening to his story, because I mean, I was terrified of what was going on when things first went down. And I had three other people with me. Even though I kinda wanted Shane to slip and fall off a cliff. Just sayin'.

"I needed to find my family," Dad finished, kissing my forehead and ruffling Carl's hair. I giggled and smiled for the first time in a while. I shivered and Carl wrapped his blanket around the two of us and hugged me a little tighter. We honestly were like best friends. It was really nice to have that kind of relationship after all that happened so far.

Everyone sitting around us looked absolutely stunned. I mean, I was too. Coming out of a 10 week long coma, realizing the apocalypse had started, escaping two walkers while he was half conscious, and fighting his way out of a whole herd (with Glenn's help of course), but still. That's some crazy shit right there.

"Gabriella, language," Mom chided. Oh shit, did I say that out loud? "Gabriella!" "I'm sorry!" I cried as laughter echoed around me. "Okay, I think it's time for Little Miss Sailor Mouth here to hit the hay," Dad said, laughing. I grumbled until Carl swung me around and placed me on his back. I dropped my head on his shoulder and immediately became exhausted as he carried me to the tent.

"Night, Radiohead," He said, pulling the blankets over me. "Radiohead?" I heard Dad whisper. "She's obsessed with the band, so I started calling her Radiohead," Carl said, like "well, duh, Dad". "When did that happen?" He asked. "The week you got shot," Mom said quietly. The three of them got really quiet for a few seconds until I rolled over. "How Do You's really good, Dad. You should listen to it sometime," I mumbled, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead. "I'll try my best to do that, Gabi. Come on, get some sleep," Dad said, gently nudging Carl over to his pile of blankets as he and Mom laid down in the center of the tent. "Night, Dad. I love you," Carl said, laying down on the blankets. "I love you too, Carl. And you, Gabi," He said. I mumbled something before I rolled back over and passed out.

A couple hours later, I woke back up from a nightmare about walkers, as usual. I looked around for Carl, who was out like a light. Then I heard noises from inside our tent. I looked over at where Mom and Dad had fallen asleep and quickly realized they were no longer asleep. I quietly rolled over to face the side of the tent away from them and tried not to puke. Like, ew, guys, not with your two kids less than ten feet away from you.

I honestly just hoped nothing too bad would come out of that, except for my eyeballs needing to be bleached. Boy, was I wrong.

~Hey guys! I'm so sorry I've been so inactive, but I've had a lot of stuff going on over the last few months. I hope you guys like the next few chapters I have planned! :)))~