My back was the worst in the morning.

The scars my dear pop had given me stung stiffly in the morning, along with my scar that stupid bitch Andrea had given me.

"Hurry your ass up Daryl," called Rick from along the grey cells.

I sighed, and cricked my back. Stepping out of my cold, dark cell, I looked at my family milling about moodily near the table. Walking down the creaking steps, I dipped my head at Michonne who was sitting polishing a stupid cat ornament, and gently took my lil' ass kicker from Beth's arms, who was grizzling slightly. She immediately quieted when I held her, big blue eyes looking at me. I definitely preferred her over Lori.

Whilst Carol busied herself with the washing in the corner, I threw a pair of my socks in her face, which resulted in disgusting soapy water being sprayed at me. Carl giggled, at the both us.

Our world needed more laughter for the kid.

We had been in the prison for about three months now, and lost many good men along the way. Everyone looked slightly grumpy at the main table. We all knew our life span was running out thanks to that stupid bastard over in Woodbury.

"I wouldn' be surprised if he was watching us now," I grumbled to Merle next to me, attracting the attention of the group.

"He's saying what we all are thinking," Maggie spoke. The rest of the group stopped their jobs and came and sat down to the large table.

I seemed to have provoked a discussion about this.

Rick sighed, and held his head in his hands.

"What are we meant to do guys? We're meant to meet with the nut job once Andrea gets her ass down here. We're all sitting ducks."

"How about we leave?" Carl said, busy sharing his meagre slice of bread with a smidge of butter with his sister. He was lucky to be able to eat that- the rest of the group had but water and a small biscuit.

Carol stood up. "We're running out of supplies. We can't go in our own territory without being shot at. Those damn biters are pushing us back more and more. I say we grab a truck, pour all our gas and belongings in it, and drive to Canada.. or die trying."

Merle also stood, knocking his knees on the table, "that is the dumbest piece a' shit I ever heard."

"Don't talk to her like that Dixon!" Hershel barked, waving his crutches around, and in turn scaring Judith, who immediately started bawling into my grungy shirt.

"What ya' gonna do, farmer? Let's not forget that with one arm I could still knock your puny little-"

"Enough!" yelled Beth. The banging on the walls grew louder. Moans filled the air from the walkers.

Merle looked at her, and then sat down.

"Now, I think-" Beth began.

"Shut up." I spoke. I could hear something. Mad laughter and a gun.

"Oi , Darlene, don't speak to a lady like tha'-"

Rick stood up, and motioned to us.

"No, he's right, everyone to the watch tower! Bring your guns and aim for anything that can shoot back at you!"

It was small and stuffy up in the watchtower. I was at the back of the group, making sure no one was stupid enough to fall out the damn watching holes.

"Buncha' crazy fools, eh Kicker?" I smiled at my baby, who responded with a happy squeal and a gurgle. I loved that baby more than my own worthless life, and would happily let her call me Mama... as long as Merle had his mouth taped shut.

"Holy shit!" Rick growled, prompting me to push past Glenn and peer out. And there, stood the stupidest person I had ever seen.

A small woman with long brown hair sat atop her Bentley car, laughing and shooting at any Walkers that went near her. In the back of a car stood a fucking tiger, growling at the monsters.

Carol gasped. "Get down there and open the gates!"

"Yoo hoo!" waved the girl at us, hearing our shouts. "Any help darlings?!" she kicked a Walker in the face, and then began shooting the ones inside the yard. I, Merle and Rick ran down the stairs two at a time, and raced to the yard doors, dodging the bullets that floored the Walkers near us, snapping and growling for our blood. Peeling the large doors open, the crazy woman drove her car through, smiled largely at us, and collapsed to the grimy ground. Andrea stood behind her, gun pointed out.

I've always thought that stupid bitch shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a gun.