Left the beach front property.  Why?  One too many shamblers on us, what with Hoshi injured and Sugar pregnant, well Hell’s bells, best to retreat from our base of operations to higher ground.  One it is a terrible location, anyone could hold the high ground against us, with us down on the beach.  Pick us off if they had ammo and a fire power.  Second: Yeah the day little Sugar was confronted with the walker that came out of the water, and that little ol’ gal had to put it down, well was time to reassess.  Well, I figure after hauling that walker’s nasty ass out of the water and it’s arm coming off in my hands ( yeah I was wearing gloves) yeah I had enough.  Had to kick that head down the road, like a soccer ball.Shit, can’t blame Michael for saying we were moving up to the eights looking for a fresh start.  Done decided to follow Mike where he leads. I ain’t much of a joiner but me and Serena done thrown in with Mike and his, making a family of it, growing all the time.  Like kin they are to me, a growing family of mean sons a bitches, so it is back to The Eights.  Good enough place and folks are descent enough there.  Mike will lead us on scavenging.  Serena will make her water filtration systems and the girls all of us will help keep us fed.  Well, I will be working on the odd jobs, building on the jail for the sheriff, working on cages for the diner chickens, keeping up The Eights while we look for a place for our growing family. Life goes on well till it don’t, but having a family with Michael, and the others is worth fighting for.