Okay, so I haven't finished my other TWD story. But this one was haunting me all night while I was trying to sleep. Which is why it has an annoying amount of detail. I had to get it right or I knew it would bug me while I slept tonight. I really hope you all like it. Also, I will be continuing my other TWD story 'Things From Your Past'. I just had to get this out before it imploded in my brain. =-)

Chapter 1

The beat up truck followed the jeep into the 'parking area' of the camp. The cop in it had said his name was Shane, he had stopped the two men in the truck from going into the city. Apparently it was infested with those things. Shane had told them about his camp, and invited them back, safety in numbers being his main selling point. Not to mention they were next to the water, boil it and you pretty much had unlimited drinking water. The older man hadn't been very interested in the idea of going to camp out with a cop and a bunch of other people, but the younger one convinced him it was necessary for the time being. They had grudgingly introduced themselves as Merle and Daryl Dixon.

As they climbed out of the truck, Daryl took in his surroundings. There was an RV set up off to one side, across from where a housing complex made out of tents was set up. They had fire pits, and weren't too far away from the water, people were bustling around the camp, doing laundry and keeping themselves busy. Everyone noticed the new comers, but they all kept to themselves when they realized they were with the cop. Daryl looked up on top of the camper and saw an older man sitting in a chair with a pair of binoculars around his neck. Sitting on the roof of the camper next to him was a girl, but she couldn't of been on watch, she was sitting Indian style, back straight, eyes closed, and-much to Daryl's surprise-had a small, dark crossbow sitting on her lap.

Shane was explaining the workings of the camp, Merle not even pretending to listen, while Daryl was only half listening. He could tell there were more people inside the RV, some down near the water, but no one too close to the woods that surrounded them. He noticed a few kids running around camp, probably playing tag or something stupid.

"Some of the ladies are setting up for supper, probably done in an hour or so." Shane said, hoping the appeal of food would make one of them start talking, it didn't.

"Shane, we're running real low on meat," a tall, brown haired woman said, wiping her hands off on her shirt.

That's when Daryl finally piped up, "I can hunt." he stated, not really sure why, but feeling like he needed to establish his place in this group.

Shane smiled at him before replying, "you guys don't worry none about that stuff right now. You just get settled in. We've got this taken care of." For a second, Daryl was slightly impressed, assuming they had a hunting party or something. Shane walked over and banged on the side of the RV.

"Lyla! We're running outa meat, needya ta make a trip." He hollered up to the top of the RV.

The girl that was sitting up there didn't say a word, just grabbed her crossbow and climbed off of the RV. Everyone went back to what they were doing, and Merle had wandered off to set up a tent or something, so Daryl followed after her. There wasn't anyway that she was going to be able to catch anything, at least she didn't look like it.

She was maybe 5'3", probably 130 soaking wet. She had curves though, an hour-glass figure or something. Her hair was somewhere between red and brown, and up in a high ponytail, with light tendrils falling down the sides of her forehead. She was wearing a dark green, camo tank top, that showed some of those weird Asian fish peaking out the sides of her tank top. Her shorts were dark jeans, cut off right above the knee, and she was wearing hiking boots with white socks peaking out of the top of them. The girl had a necklace on, but instead of a chain it was held there with a black leather sting. Other than that the only jewelry she had on was in her ears. From the top of the curve of her ears down to the lobe was filled with little studs.

He was trying hard to remember what the cop had called her, hoping maybe if he called out her name instead of "hey girly", that she wouldn't swing her crossbow at him. She seemed to be holding it right. He stopped for a second trying to kick his brain into gear. 'It started with an L, Lisa? No, no, Lilly? No, there was definitely an a in there somewhere. Wait...wait...Ly...la? Lyla! That was it!" he thought to himself. By the time he figured it out and looked up to call out to her she was gone. "Fuck," he mumbled as he started trying to track her down.

It was surprisingly hard to track her. She was so quiet it was almost creepy. Suddenly he heard a whiz sound followed by a thump. He headed after the noise, wondering if she'd got herself a squirrel or something. But when he came up on Lyla she was pulling her arrow out of a medium sized bucks eye.

Lyla looked up at him, before wiping the arrow off on a rag she had in her back pocket and sticking it back in the quiver hanging on her belt. He started to say something but stopped when he watched her heft the buck up onto her shoulders and head back to camp, her crossbow bouncing on her hip with every other step.

Daryl followed her back to camp and watched her dump her kill on the tailgate of a big ass black Chevy truck. She pulled a knife out of a sheath that must of been under her tank top, Crocodile Dundee style, and started gutting the thing. He just stood and stared for awhile before his attention was turned to another girl hoping out of the RV.

"I see your admiring Lyla's handiwork." The girl who spoke was probably about the same height as Lyla, but skinnier. Her hair was dyed black, as evident by the blonde trying to break free at her roots, and had pink and purple highlights running through it. It was also up in a high pony-tail. She was wearing much shorter and darker cut off jean shorts with a black tank top. The shoes she wore looked like black converse ones, but they came up to under her knees. She had black straps on her wrists, like bracelets, her ears were pierced like Lyla's, too, but her face was pierced. Both eyebrows, nose, and a hoop going over her bottom lip, -which had dark purple lip stick on them.

He noticed the necklace next. It was the exact same one Lyla had, a little disk with a bunch of, what he guessed, where Celtic symbols all over it. Her strap was white though.

The girl laughed a little before extending her hand. "Names Tina, I'm guessing you've already had the pleasure of meeting Lyla over there."

Daryl shook her hand, feeling a little awkward. "Daryl. She ain't said a word, can she talk?" he asked.

Tina laughed again. "Hell yeah she can talk, half the time I can't get her ass to shut up."

"I think your confusing Lyla for yourself again, Tina." The old guy on top of the RV chimed in with a laugh. She turned and stuck her tongue out at him.

"You know you love me, Dale!" she said with a smile. Tina looked back at Daryl and laughed again. "Okay, so I got caught. I'm a motor mouth, she keeps pretty quiet though. Unless she's talking to me, or needs to say something to make someone else shut the fuck up." Tina was smiling over in Lyla's direction, who was ignoring the conversation and she cut apart the buck for dinner.

"I'm surprised you haven't launched into your 'cosmic' crap yet, Tina." said a blonde girl who was coming out of the RV. "She's usually blabbering about that stuff the second someone new is in her sights."

Daryl looked confused for a second. Tina looked amused. "Thanks for reminding me Aimes!" she chimed before turning back to Daryl and launching herself into the next conversation. "Me and Lyla are cosmically joined." She stopped and laughed at the look on Daryl's face. "Not sexually, silly. We've been best friends our whole lives. She's never been a big talker, but I always have. Anyway! I noticed you noticing our necklaces while hoping I didn't notice you noticing them." Tina rambled on with a slight giggle. "They have the exact opposite design, two sides of the same coin. And her strap is black, mine is white. I'm like the yin to her yang." By this point Daryl was pretty much lost, so he just nodded and walked away. "Aw, you guys are no fun." she sulked, walking over to Lyla.

He went over to were his and Merle's tent was supposed to be set up, it wasn't, which meant Merle was probably off getting high. He started setting it up, every now and then glancing over at the girls. Daryl could tell Lyla knew how to talk, he could see her talking back to Tina. They were definitely two very weird individuals. From this angle he could see that Tina had what looked like flowers and vine tattoos coming out of shirt, in almost the exact same way that Lyla's fish peaked out of hers.

Lyla whistled sharply, getting Shane's attention. She made a nodding motion at the buck, then her and Tina grabbed the carcass and disappeared into the woods, Tina gabbing all the way. The others had gone to the back of the truck and started gathering the meat to go cook it.

It was nearly done when they got back, Daryl had been sitting in a camping chair next to his tent, poking at his small fire. Lyla headed straight for the water, it wasn't completely dark yet, but he was surprised that she didn't seem to need any light to know exactly where to step. Tina went to the big Chevy and pulled some clothes and bag out of the passenger area, before heading over to him.

"Hey, me and Ly are heading down to take a bath. I figured you'd figure it out on your own, but just so you know, that guy you came with is passed out a few yards into the woods there. You might want to get him before he becomes somethings dinner." She smiled and then skipped to catch up with Lyla.

"Dammit," Daryl mumbled as he went after his brother and dragged his ass back to camp, before dumping him off in the tent. Someone had brought two plates of food over while he was gone. He ate quickly, then went and put his plate in the pile with the others. Merle's was in the tent with him, so if he decided to wake up and eat, it was waiting on him. Daryl stopped and looked down at the quarry, the girls were in what looked like bikinis. Washing their hair and bodies. When they got out a couple minutes later, one held up a towel while the other changed behind it, then they switched off.

When they came back up to eat he could see how they're styles really did differ. Tina was in short cloth shorts, and had a gray tank top on, and those stupid shoes again. Lyla was wearing her hiking boots again, a white tank top, and a pair of black sweat pants that were cut off at the knee, just like her jeans.

As they started eating, everyone started to throw in thanks to Lyla, almost as if they were trying to draw her into a conversation. It didn't work, all she did was nod her head give them all a tight smile. Daryl really couldn't help it, he was fascinated by both of them. One seemed almost useless and bordered on annoying. The other was eerily quiet all the time, but from the looks of it, pretty damn useful. They were both pretty girls, dark blue eyes on Tina, and bright green ones for Lyla. Tina's was definitely a face most men would break their necks to look at, nearly perfect, if it weren't for all her piercings. Lyla's was much more likely to be over looked. Judging from the bit of personality he had gleaned from her, that was the way she wanted. Much more continent to be in the background than center stage, like her friend.

They were with out a doubt, the strangest girl's Daryl had ever met in his entire life.