"Twins?" Glenn looked as if somebody had told him that he was the father of Lori's baby.

"It appears to be that way," the doppelganger slowly blinked at him with a condescending smile.

The group was huddled by the fire, hanging off of every word that the Louie-look-alike said.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Rick asked angered that she had led them to believe she was Louie.

"Listen, Officer Texas, it's not my fault that the first bunch of people that I've yet to come across in probably weeks decides to welcome me. Don't blame me for being a little greedy," she smirked.

"God, you're just like her," Lori breathed, looking at the girl in horror. She moved her gaze from Rick to Lori lazily.

"Twins," she reminded with a toothy grin.

"How'd you find us," Rick demanded. The girl's humor was wiped off her face.

"Dumb luck," she said seriously.

"Why don't I believe you," he asked leaning forward.

"Because you shouldn't," she snapped. "But you have to. Because you don't have anybody to tell you otherwise." Rick stared her down solidly before rubbing his face tiredly.

"Look. I'll tell you everything. But I want answers in return," her eyebrows were furrowed and she had a demure look that was similar to her sister's. Rick nodded after a moment.

"My name is Martha," she started lowering her eyes onto the fire. "Mary Louise and I are identical twins. Our parents joked that we were inseparable twins. Long story short, we were born and raised in North Dakota. Then she ran away from home when we were eighteen. She didn't tell anybody where she was going. Not even me. She would call me from payphones and tell me about all the things she saw and what she was doing. But then… the calls were fewer. Then they stopped," she swallowed the emotions that were rising. "I found out she was in Michigan after she caused a big fuss with that guy. A friend of mine went to New York and was into that art stuff and stopped in Detroit to see that wall painting thing. My friend told me when she got back and I knew Mary was there. When people started getting infected, my family-" she paused. "I was the only one who survived. I had to see if Mary was out there. She was my last hope. I went to Michigan. Found out she was vacationing in Florida. So I headed south and got to Tennessee where some people saw her last but didn't know where she was. I'm on my way south still."

Rick knew that the people in Tennessee were the people that had sold her to the men who raped her for weeks on end. He fought the urge to take the group north just to find that same group and slaughter them all.

"Now you answer mine," her voice became hardened and serious. "Where's my sister."

"We're all Atlanta survivors," Rick started slowly wondering how to skirt around the touchy areas.

"Just tell her," Daryl cut. "She should know."

"Tell me what," Martha frowned. Rick licked his lips and thought of how to explain the situation. "Tell me what," she demanded again.

"Louie was… bartered by the Tennessee group to a couple of men," Rick breathed slowly.

"What," Daryl stood up not believing his ears. He never bothered to ask the girl how she managed to end up with the beasts, but just assumed she was kidnapped. "Did she tell you that?" Daryl barked at Rick. Rick ashamedly met Daryl's glare and nodded. Daryl sucked his lips in and felt like punching something. Someone. Anything. He let out a growl and grabbed his head in frustration.

"No," Martha's voice was faint and her eyes began to swim with tears.

"She…" Rick started again. This time he didn't bother to continue with the details. "Daryl found her and brought her back to camp. She'd been with us since," Rick said. "We found Hershel and his family on their farm not too long ago. We just escaped last night. Hundreds of 'em. Swarming," Rick lowered his voice. Relaying the events was too painful. "We lost some of our own."

Martha had put hung her head in her hands and tried to make sense of all the information she was told. Her sister had been … sold? And none other by the friendly group that had given her information. She was repulsed, disgusted and remorseful that they had gotten off so easy. She understood why the group looked so ashen when they had seen her. As if they had seen a ghost.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say. "About the others." Rick nodded thankfully.

"I'm surprised you made it by yourself this far," T-Dog finally spoke up. She gave a heavy sigh, pushing the morose thoughts aside and grinned.

"I haven't been always by myself. I'm not that stupid. Safety in numbers. But I guess I wasn't as stupid as Mary to stay long enough," she said almost disgustedly.

"She wasn't stupid," Glenn snapped back. "Nothing could have prepared her for that." Martha raised her eyebrows and smirked.

"Anyways," she tore her eyes away from the emotional Asian boy and turned to Rick. "Am I to assume that she'll be around these woods?"

"I can't say," Rick said solemnly.

"It'd be pointless to search. She'll be in Michigan anyways," Daryl spoke up finding himself angrily composed.

"And you know this, how?" Martha tilted her head.

"I just do," was all he said. She stared at him silently for a moment.

"Ah," she quipped looking down thoughtfully and then back at Rick. "Then I'll be out of your hair by daylight."

"Maybe," Rick said hesitantly.

"I hope that isn't a threat," she said with a cheery tone but conveyed seriousness.

"It isn't. But we were about to cast a vote. Michigan or not," Rick looked back at the group, specifically his wife. She had not been happy with him especially since his admittance to the murder of his best friend. But he still valued her opinion above all.

"I'm in," Glenn immediately said. Maggie tensed beside him and looked to her father. Hershel gave her a stern glare that bid her to stay silent.

"I think going North would be a start," Carol spoke up timidly.

"I still say we move east," T-Dog said dismally. "But seein' what's up north could be good."

"What do you think Rick?" Hershel's deep voice boomed. Rick looked analytically at the fire.

"I say going towards the cold could be smart. Walkers won't move well in the winter," he said after a moment.

"We won't have the supplies for it. We're not prepared," Lori spoke up, cradling her son in her lap who had fallen asleep.

"Supplies comes on the way," Martha added. "But you can never really be prepared."

"I'm pregnant," Lori bit sourly.

"That could be a problem," Martha mused and scratched her chin complaisantly.

"We stay local."

"No, we go North."

"Local."

"North."

"Local."

"North!"

"Bitch this ain't a democracy. It's my way or the highway, chickadee," Merle Dixon snapped.

"Fine. Then I'll go," Louie said standing up decidedly. Merle looked down, sighed and held up his one hand to stop her her, his stub resting on his knee.

"What the fuck is North that is so importan' fer you to go?" he asked grudgingly.

"Daryl knows more about me than I him. I figured that's the one place he'd check for me. So I go there."

"Why not just look for 'em here?" Merle asked nicely. He didn't want to upset the girl and she knew that she had him in the palm of her hand. He hadn't had real human contact in over a few months so he was fearful to be by himself again- well, not entirely by himself. But she didn't doubt his strength either. With one hand, Merle could be even more merciless.

"I'm not leading you to him Merle," Louie said firmly. His good demeanor faltered.

"I don't know what yer talkin' 'bout," he said dangerously.

"I know you want revenge on Rick and the others for leaving you in Atlanta, but it wasn't their fault," she pressed.

"The hell it isn't!" he roared, his temper exploding, his face turning red and veins in his neck popping. "I ain't got a fucking hand!"

"Merle?" a small voice came from the makeshift tent. A head of a little Asian girl popped out.

"It's nothin'," Merle lowered his voice. "Go back to sleep," he ordered sternly and the little girl complied.

Merle Dixon along his travels for revenge stumbled upon a ten year old girl hiding in a warehouse up in the highest shelves surviving off of canned juice and moldy bread. He abandoned her there but she followed instead, fearful of being by herself again. And when she almost perished at the hands of a stray walker, Merle had come to her rescue and the pair had been together since. It was a miracle that Merle hadn't killed her himself, her being Asian and all. But being a little girl, Merle looked past that and let her stay. That doesn't mean he didn't berate her and yield from his nasty nature at all. It just mean that she could stay.

Louie also leveled her breathing, trying to compose herself as well.

"They went back for you, Merle," she hissed. "Rick personally went back. Daryl went with him and so did T-Dog and Glenn. They looked for you everywhere and almost stayed. Daryl was the one to give up on you. He didn't think you wanted to come back."

Merle clenched his jaw and stared at her with indefinable rage.

"Don't do this, Merle. It's not worth it," she whispered.

"Do ya' know," Merle said looking at his stub, "what it's like to saw through yer own goddamn hand? Through the flesh and the blood and the meat and the bone? The pain? The smell of burnt skin when I cauterized my own stump? I sure think it's worth it," he said lowly.

"I won't be there to see you satisfied then," Louie said defiantly. "I'll leave Merle. I'll do it."

"You ain't goin' anywhere," he muttered.

"Don't put revenge before your brother," she said before retreating into the tent.

Sequel. Like I said. Comment. Or don't.

But really. You should.