Where the hell is that comin' from? Daryl thought. He heard a small whimpering. It might be a dog or something.. animals could have taken shelter inside the building.

He kicked another door open with his foot. They had taken a run to town. Carol had suggested that they would hit an orphanage, because of that small chance that they might have diapers and formula for Judith. This room had only one walker in it, but Daryl quickly shot it in the head with an arrow. It fell to the ground and Daryl took the arrow out of it's head. Wiping the arrow on his right pant leg, he lifted his head back up, realizing that the noise had been coming from this room. He looked around quickly, seeing the extra beds. There was a set of drawers attached to the walls and he started to throw them open. Nothing. There was one more. It was one of those things that had been in old houses or hotels. The one that you could put food or something in and used a rope to pull it up to the floors above. He put his hands on the two doors, and pried them open. Daryl couldn't believe what he saw. A child. Hugging her knees. Her eyes were closed.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" She cried.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna eat you." He reached out for her.

"Please, mister. I've been good. I don't want it to get me!" She said,

"I ain't gonna eat you." He repeated. "See that?" He pointed to the walker he had killed previously. She opened one eye and looked at the walker on the ground. "I-I'll protect you now. Got it?" She looked back at him, eyes fully open and nodded. She slowly reached her arms out for him to pick her up. He hesitated, but then picked her up. "I'm gunna have ta put ya down. I can't use my bow if I'm carryin' you. Just stay real close to me, okay?"

"Okay." She said, "What's your name?"

"Daryl. What's yours?"

"Chloe." She whispered, they started walking down the stairs.

"I've got a group, Chloe. We've got another kid too. His name's Carl. Bit older than you." He said, they got to the front door and he opened it. But Chloe went and closed it again. "What are you doin?" He asked,

"Are you crazy? There are ton of them out there!"

"Keep your voice down." He said, "There ain't that much and my people are out there." Wow. That was weird. Calling them his people.. "We can get out, but if you keep yellin' then you'll attract them all here." He said, shaking off his thoughts.

"Okay.. sorry." She said,

"Don't apologize." He muttered, he opened the door again and she took his hand. "Oh shit!" He then swore. He forgot about the diapers and formula.

"That's a swear!" She gasped.

"Sorry. We gotta go back and get somethin' real quick." He said, walking back in.

"What?" She asked,

"Baby stuff. We've got a baby an' that was the reason I came in here in the first place." He explained. "You know where they keep it?" She nodded.

"Yeah! The babies room wasn't that far from mine and the other girls." She said, running back up the stairs and a few doors further down from the room he found her in. She threw the door open and went straight for a cabinet underneath a changing table. She threw it open. "Tada!" She said, smiling. It was filled with diapers.

"Good job, kid!" He exclaimed. He then frowned. "Got somethin' to put them all in?" She pouted.

"Let's see.." She walked over to one of the cribs, climbed up on the bars and reached in. Grabbing one of the blankets, she jumped down. She spread the blanket on the floor.

"Hurry up, kid. We're runnin' out of daylight." He said, she walked back over to the cabinet and grabbed the diapers. Putting them onto blanket, she tied them up. "You're good." Daryl admitted even he didn't think of that. She smiled and handed it to him. He made sure that it was tied tightly and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's go."