AN: so hello my lovely readers and welcome back! This may or may not be the final installment to this story line. So the last we saw of Daryl and Eva was the prison assault. They are separated right now and like the show this fic will be following the storylines of all the characters and even some new ones! So with great happiness enjoy this first chapter!

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*Eva POV*

I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. It was starting to get cold.

I was alone and currently walking through the woods. It was still dark. I didn't want to stay at the prison. I had looked briefly through mine and daryl's things and had only taken Daryl's bag because it was a darker then my blue one, a change of clothes, a water bottle, my first aid kit, extra ammo, and Daryl's red rag that was now tied around my wrist. I also went and grabbed some granola bars and a few cans of food. I had also changed clothes. I had been wearing a oversized sweatshirt and tights. Now I wear a black long sleeve my leather jacket, dark blue jeans and my knee high boots. I was wearing my surviving gear as Daryl called it. I also had arm protection from the riot gear we had found at the beginning of taking over the prison.

I was still recovering from the sickness having only started the intense antibiotic strain yesterday. I had wandered back to A to grab the rest of them so I could continue it and get better but all the walking was making me tired. I would have to rest soon but I didn't know how.

I've never been alone before. The only time it had happened was when Sofia and I had become separated and I had spent all night looking for her until I had gotten hurt. What do I do now? I can't climb, I'm so weak. Finding a cave was out of the question there weren't any for miles. No other choice but to keep walking.

I walked for another hour until I came across four big rocks that looked to have fell on top of each other from a landslide. I had to climb over the top and in the middle it was clear but small. Small enough for me to be able to curl in a ball and sleep and getting in was hard so it meant that walkers couldn't get at me.

Putting my bag under my head as a makeshift pillow I quickly drifted off to sleep.

My sleep was restless. I woke four times at the simplest sound. And as I woke up it was daylight. Pulling on my pack I started to walk again.

Where was I going? I had no clue what to do. I could search for others but from the looks of the damage to the prison I don't think many people make it out. But still it was something. I turned to the left and started towards where I know a road was going to be. If I calculated how long I walked yesterday I should make it there by midday.

I was right. I made it to the road as the sun hung over head. But with this stupid Georgia weather it was cold at night and burning hot by day. I had taken off my jacket awhile back but now it was too hot to continue walking without the risk of getting heat stroke.

I sat down under a tree and just watched the road slightly hoping someone I knew would come walking down. But in all honesty most of the people I knew were probably dead.

Daryl was probably dead.

The thought made my chest hurt and my eyes burn. I quickly pushed down the feeling and got up and started walking.

If I let myself feel it I wouldn't be able to stop. I would let it consume me until it killed me or got me killed and right now that couldn't happen. I had to find what was left of my family. If I even had any family left.

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So first chapter down. Next? Daryl or Rick? Let me know!