Alexander Pov
       "We are home!" Martha exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the house.

There were walkers chained to the outside, like they said. It still brought back bad memories though I had tried to brace myself. I felt my eyes build tears but I quickly shook it off.
I can't cry.
Not here.
Not for this reason.
Not in front of John.

"You Alright Son?" Washington asked, his hand on my shoulder.

"Of course." I told him, grinning from ear to ear.

He gave a nod and smiled back at me. I followed the group into their house. I looked at one of their walkers for way too long and realized I knew them. I stopped in my tracks.

I knew it.
Not them.
It's not alive.
It doesn't know what it's doing.

"Alex? You okay?" Martha asked.

"Y-Yeah...F-Fine..I mean Erm...I'm fine. Yeah I'm fine. Yup." I stuttered, not looking away from it.

"Did you know him?" Angie asked, obviously annoyed.

I tore my eyes from it to her. Straight into her eyes. "It. I knew it." I said, strongly.

Her eyebrow raised and she smirked.

"What was his name?" John asked.

"Usnavi." I said quietly.

It snarled and tried to bite me. A tear streamed down my cheek. "He was such a good guy." I whispered.

I pulled out my knife and stabbed it. It fell to straight to the floor.

"God dammit Usnavi." I muttered.

Martha ran out of the house holding a dog. I chuckled sadly.

"His name is Scruffy and he's two years old." She told me.

"That's awesome." I said trying to be as happy as possible.

"Hey Son? Could I talk to you for a minute?"

"Y-Yup." I said following him into the house. He pulled me into a room.

"I know you're upset." He said.

"I'm not." I told him smiling.

He gave me a look. The look made me break down sobbing.

"This sucks so much." I muttered, he gave me a hug and I sobbed into my hands.

"Yeah. It does." He said.

"I'm trying my best not to be as depressed as I used to be but I can't. It's getting to hard." I said, into my hands.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I lost my pills at my last group. And it's only been getting worse." I said softly.

"What is?" He asked, like I was made of glass.

"The depression. The anxiety. T-the...other thing." I said, ashamed of myself.

"What other thing?" He asked quietly.

"The PTSD, sir. It's too much to handle. I'm trying my best. But it's too hard." I sobbed.

"Jeez Son. I'm sorry. Do you want me to go to a pharmacy for you?" He asked.

"Yeah. Wait! No. I don't want you to get hurt...I'll just do it myself." I said.

"Son I'm not going to let you go alone." He said.

"I've been alone for the past six months. I'll be fine." I told him,wiping my nose.

"Alright. But just stay here for a bit. We have running water. If you want you could take a shower." He offered.

"Wait. You have running water?!" I asked completely shook.

"Yup! Bathrooms down the hall and to the left." He said.

"Running water?!" I said, still shook.

He nodded.
"You're kidding."
"Nope!" He pat my back.

I went to the bathroom and was even more shook when the shower actually worked.
I
am
so
shooketh.