"You just had to come with me didn't you?" Cassie looked at Daryl annoyed.

"The hell? I just saved your ass! No way you would have gotten away from all them walkers!" Daryl pointed towards the herd of walkers outside of the window.

Cassie rolled her eyes. Cassie had been going on runs to this store to pick up supplies for months. Alone. Rick and the other members of the group were so distracted by everything that had been going on that they had not realized. But one day Daryl saw her sneak out alone and told Rick. Since she was finding valuable supplies Rick agreed to let her go again but only with Daryl.

Daryl had been the one to find Cassie while out hunting. She looked maybe a year or two older than Carl. But she never told anyone exactly how old. People weren't sure how to treat her. She refused to talk to anyone. So eventually they just stopped trying all together. Except for Daryl. He always tried to act like he was responsible for her.

"Well what are we going to do now?" Cassie looked at Daryl accusingly.

"We gotta be quite and wait it out. They'll pass." Daryl said as he looked around the room for a comfortable place to sit down.

"Ugh...great. We are going to be here forever." Cassie slumped down against a wall.

She put her hands over her head and Daryl got a glimpse of the scars on her wrist.

"Been meaning to ask ya, what's that shit on your arms?" He grabbed her wrist and pointed at the scars going up and down her arm.

She snatched her arm out of his grip and pulled her sleeves down. "Nothing." She looked down at the ground. "It's nothing. She repeated quietly.

"Don't look like nothing to me kid." He stared at her, and Cassie knew he wasn't going to just drop it.

"What do you care anyways?"

"Never said I cared, just wondering is all."

"Aren't you sweet"

"Yep, that's me." He bit his nail and looked at her and squinted his eyes. "Did you try to opt out or something when shit hit the fan?"

"No..." Cassie wanted to say something else but turned away instead.

"Ain't got all day kid."

She wiped a tear away from her eye and looked out the window.

"Actually I think you do have all day. It doesn't look like they're going anywhere."

"Hm, guess you're right. We're going to have to stay here the night.

Daryl settled in and used his backpack as a pillow.

Cassie continued to stare out the window.

"That hospital you found me in, I was a patient there. I tried to opt out, as you so eloquently put it, about a week before shit hit the fan." She laughed.

"Do I have good timing or what? If I had just waited another week to off myself I probably would have been dead anyways or turned into a walker, instead of being locked up in a mental institution in the middle of the boondocks." She smiled at Daryl but he didn't seem amused.

"Where you from originally?" He asked.

"New York"

"Figured as much. Hm, no wonder you're so uppity. Why the hell would you come to a hospital all the way out here? Not even a good one at that"

"Mother thought it best. Said I wouldn't have to worry about anyone finding out what I did. Priorities."

Daryl looked at her thoughtfully while he lit a cigarette. He wanted to say something nice, something comforting but instead he said, "So you some poor little rich girl? Am I supposed to feel bad for you or something cause mommy didn't care?"

Cassie stood up indignant, "You asked, asshole!". She wanted to run out of the room but there was no where to go. She sat back down further away from him this time.