Please review.

Molly was sleeping when she heard a noise come from outside her window. No way it could be walkers. She was on the second floor and walkers can't climb. There was someone out there. Then she remembered, her window was open.

"Shit!" She whispered getting up just as she saw someone climbing in her room. She ran through the room and to the connecting bathroom, closing the door behind her. She opened the window it and looked out seeing if there was a way to climb down but there wasn't. She turned when she heard the doorknob and decided to try to make a jump for it. She got halfway out the window only to get pulled back in and thrown on the floor.

"Stop running." The man said, point his crossbow at her. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. Was told to come get ya."

"By who?" Molly asked, never taking her eyes from the weapon.

"Chris."

Chris has been Molly's best friend for almost 10 years and she is a part of her group. She had went out a few days ago for supplies and hadn't returned yet.

"Why would Chris send you? I don't know you. She knows I would never go with someone I don't know."

"She fell and broke her leg, she can' walk on it. She told me you two were gonna leave the group cuz there are some bad people in it. She told me to come get ya." He told Molly.

"How do I know you're not lying to me? She could be dead for all I know. How do I know you're not like the people in my group?" Molly asked.

"I guess ya don'. Here, she told me to give you this." He threw a charm bracelet in her lap, Chris's charm bracelet. She knew it was Chris's because Molly had one just like it. "Get your shit, lets go."

She studied the bracelet for a minute still debating if she really wanted to just pack up and follow him. What if he was lying and Chris was dead? Or worse, what if she was alive and he was holding her hostage. Molly knew what men were like now that the world had ended. If she was kidnapped, Molly was her only chance of getting away. She had to go, she couldn't take the chance of something bad happening to her only friend.

"Fine. Give me five minutes, I need to pack up my stuff...and Chris's." Molly said, giving in.

"Well hurry up. Don' got all night to wait for ya." He told her.

After watching Molly pack a few minutes, he was starting to get impatient. He groaned, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against and started throwing stuff into bags. Molly rolled her eyes at his impatience and continued to pack. When they got everything packed, he headed for the bedroom window that he climbed in from. He stopped when he got to the window and turned to look at Molly.

"Ya comin'?" He asked her.

"I have to know before we leave, what's you name?" Molly asked.

"What the hell ya gotta know for?" He snapped at her.

Molly narrowed her eyes at him. "You know, I'm about to leave with a man that I don't know and I don't trust. The least you can do is tell me your name."

He shook his head and sighed before he answered her. "Daryl Dixon".

Molly nodded at him and pushed him aside to climb out the window. When she got outside, she tossed her bag on the ground before climbing down with Daryl right behind her.

"Ain't ya gonna tell me your name?" Daryl asked.

Molly turned to look at him while she adjusted the straps on her bag. "Nope. If Chris doesn't trust you enough to tell you my name, then you don't need to know."

"Hey! She trusted me enough to send me here didn' she?" Daryl whispered harshly at her.

"I don't know, did she?" Molly asked making Daryl glare at her. "Well, where are we going?"

Without another word, she let Daryl lead her to the woods and on her way to Chris. It was one of the longest walks Molly had been on in a long time so she was relieved when she saw the house. It was nothing fancy, just an ordinary two story house with a wrap around porch but it made Molly smile to see it. It wasn't very often that she saw something that looked so peaceful or so untouched by the world that she now lived in.

She followed Daryl as he walked up the stairs and through the front door. Once inside, Daryl threw the bag he was carrying on the floor. Molly looked around the house as she walked in. There was a kitchen to the right when you first walk in, to the left was a bathroom, and straight ahead was a living, where Chris was sitting on the floor.

"Chris!" Molly said moving to sit beside her friend. "You like like hell."

Chris laughed. "You'd look like hell too if you fell out of a tree."

"Fell out of a tree, what were you doing in a tree?" Molly asked.

"There were walkers so I climbed the tree to get away from them." Chris said.

"Walkers?"

"Oh yeah, that's what Daryl calls them." Chris said.

Molly looked over to Daryl who had gone back outside and was walking around the yard, crossbow in hand. "And, what's Daryl's deal? I mean, is he dangerous?"

"No, well, I'm sure he could be dangerous but he hasn't shown any signs of being crazy or anything yet. He seems like a nice enough guy. He is very quiet and he only tells you what you need to know but he also seems like he is very smart and he can hunt which is a plus."

Molly nodded. "I guess now that I know you're okay and not being held hostage here, we can unpack some of our stuff. I brought all of your clothes, bathroom supplies, and your personal belongings."

Molly got up and walked to the front door where Daryl had dropped her bag. When she picked it up, she noticed Daryl standing on the porch leaning on the railing. She set the bag back down and walked outside.

"Umm...I just wanted to come out and thank you. You didn't have to help Chris and you didn't have to go get me but you did anyway, so thank you." Molly said.

Daryl grunted in response and turned away from Molly, walking down the porch stairs.

"I'm Molly Thompson, by the way." Daryl stopped but only for a second before he walked away.