"Carol..."

It was Andrew. Andrew was a twenty-four year old man with dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He had found Carol in one of her worst times.

"Carol!"

Carol was thirty-two and had very short grayish hair. She was sometimes mistaken to be older because of her elderly appearance, however she just had a very stressful life to this point. Four months ago she was kicked out of her group by a man named Rick Grimes. She spent a whole month wandering and trying to survive in this new, broken world. Then she found a new group. There were eight of them and they were very well off, with a large excess of food and weapons. However, a horde of walkers came through and killed everyone except for Carol and Andrew. They were able to escape, but all of their supplies were lost.

"Carol! Wake up! Get up now, we have to go!" Andrew was next to Carol, shaking her awake.

"Andrew... what is it?" Carol asked, still groggy from the long journey northward.

"There are bandits by the camp," Andrew said, clearly terrified.

"Get your gun," Carol responded.

"Shouldn't we try to hide and stay quiet. They might not see the camp."

"They'll see it and they'll come right in here. Get your gun and follow my lead."

"But-"

"I'm not losing everything! Not again! Let's go!"

Carol reached over and grabbed her gun, a rifle that she took from another bandit who was stupid enough to try to steal from her. The two crept out of their tent and looked to the woods. There were three of them. All large and muscular men that were carrying shotguns.

Carol sneaked to a nearby tree and took cover. She motioned for Andrew to go behind the tent and use it for cover.

Carol liked Andrew and thought that he was a really nice guy, but sometimes she just considered him dead weight who couldn't hold his own. However, Carol was willing to keep him around because he reminded her of someone that she knew in her first group. One of the first men that she truly loved. Not one day passed that Carol didn't think about this man and she felt terrible that she didn't get to say goodbye.

Carol looked around the tree and pointed her gun at one of the bandits. Just as she was about to shoot, another one came up to them.

"Hey, man," he said to one of the bandits.

"Hey. How'd it go?" A blonde bandit said.

"Good. Got 'em both. Todd's takin 'em up to Maine as we speak."

"Perfect. Make sure the lil' blonde hottie goes up for trade."

"What do we do with Merle's brother?"

Merle? His brother's name was Merle. Could it be Daryl? If the bandits took Daryl, Carol would find him. She had to know.

Carol peeked out from around the tree and aimed at one of the bandits that wasn't in the conversation. She exhaled deeply and pulled the trigger. She hit him right between the eyes and he dropped dead.

"Hey!"

"Who's there?"

The remaining three bandits were in disarray. Carol grabbed a stone that was next to her and hurled it away from the camp. It made a loud sound when it hit the ground and caught the bandits' attention.

"There he is!" The bandits fired their guns where the stone landed.

Carol smirked confidently. These bandits were not very intelligent. She could kill them all with ease. She waited for them to walk towards where the stone landed and fired her rifle once more. The blonde bandit crumbled onto the ground, breaking a stick under his weight.

"Hey! You better come out! We ain't playin' around!", one of the bandits shouted.

Carol took her knife out of the sheath. She wanted to leave the bandit who could have been talking about Daryl live long enough to interrogate him. The other one would die. She motioned for Andrew to sneak behind a nearby tree. He could act as a distraction to seperate the two bandits.

There wasn't much time before walkers would start closing in because of the gunshots.

Andrew ran to the tree and tapped it with his gun four times. The bandits looked but didn't approach.

"Do it again," Carol whispered. She had to get one to walk over there.

Andrew tapped on the tree several more times. They were beginning to hear the moans of the walkers.

"We gotta go. The walkers will keep them busy," Andrew whispered.

"We can't! I need to talk to the tall one," Carol whispered back, determined to know what they did with Daryl.

"Fine," Andrew said. He peered around the tree and fired his rifle.

"No!" Carol yelled.

The shorter bandit fell to the ground. The moans from the walkers got louder. They were everywhere, surrounding the camp.

Carol grasped her knife and dashed toward the tall bandit. She pulled her arms around his neck and held her knife to his throat.

"Where is he?!" she demanded.

"What the hell are you doin'?! Get off!" the bandit yelled back.

"Carol! They're getting close!" Andrew yelled.

"Daryl! Where is he?! You said you had Merle's brother! Where did you take him?!" Carol demanded more viciously.

"You're crazy! I ain't gonna talk! You ain't gonna kill me, I got the information you want!" the bandit said, trying to outsmart her.

"Oh really. Look, here's how this is gonna work. You're going to tell me what I want to know and you can run for your life. However, if you don't tell me, you're getting thrown to those walkers," Carol proposed.

"Carol, stop! We need to go now!" Andrew pleaded.

"Tell me where he is! Tell me NOW!" Carol screamed.

"OKAY! SOME OF MY BUDDIES ARE TAKING HIM TO A SMALL TOWN IN MAINE! THEY'RE GOING TO DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH HIM THERE! I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW NOTHIN' ELSE! JUST LET ME GO!" the bandit began screaming.

Carol let go of the bandit and he stumbled forward. The three of them were surrounded by walkers. They were coming from every side and there was nowhere to run.

"What do we do?" Andrew asked, fearing the answer.

The three just stared for a few seconds. They looked around for possible routes or a place to run but all they saw were decomposed bodies. They were being pushed until they were back-to-back-to-back. In a desperate move, Carol swung her knife at the bandit's leg.

"AAAAGGGHHHH!" he screamed in pain.

Carol knew that this was the only way. They had to use him as walker bait and then run for their lives. She thrusted her knife into his leg one more time to make sure he couldn't run.

"UUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH! YOU BITCH! Y-YOU-YOU SAID YOU WOULD LET ME RUN!" The bandit continued to scream in pain and shock.

"Opening! Go!" Carol directed Andrew to an opening that the walkers created as they dove after the bandit's still screaming body.

They ran through the opening and into the woods. They continued running through the woods, hearing the bandit screaming as he was being torn apart in the background. After a while they stopped running, exhausted from the experience they just had.

"You said you would let him live," Andrew stated.

"There was no other way," Carol answered.

"There had to have been! We-we could've...we could've..."

"Let me know when you come up with another way."

"Fine. Maybe you're right. It just feels wrong."

Carol opened her mouth to respond but was distracted by the sound of movement in a nearby bush.

"Come out!" she demanded.

The bush continued to rustle until a young girl crawled out.

"Wh-what?" Carol asked, puzzled.

Another blonde little girl ran forward and stood beside the other.

"...Carol?" she said.

"Lizzie! Mika!"