The baby doesn't have a name, yet. Rick's kind of gone off the rails, but who can blame him? Lori's dead and we got a little one to feed. Maggie and me went to ransack a day care, found some bottles and formula, and a opossum for the rest of us. I gave the baby her first bottle, called her Li'l Asskicker. It was a weird level of normalcy in the middle of our messed up lives.
While Maggie and me was out, I picked up a Cherokee Rose to lay on Carol's memorial. We ain't found her body, or seen her shuffling around like the undead, but ain't no way she survived that attack. I miss her. I woke up feeling heavy hearted and maybe even a little depressed. Morale's gonna tank if that baby don't make it.