I never knew I had it in me. I had taken down half of a hoard. When did I have the guts to even attempt something like that? Tears blurred my vision as I held my brothers in my hands. The walkers were closing in, and my friend were screaming at me. i got my brothers killed out of my own stupidity.

"Megan! Come on! We don't have much time!"

Max pulled on my sleeve, making me growl. I didn't want to cry, but I sure as hell wanted to. I was not someone to let my feelings show.

"Megan! They are dead! Get your ass up!"

I looked at him and smiled, knowing why he screamed. The other half of the hoard was closing in, and they were just looking for a snack. I still had tears flowing down my face, and I was not going to stand by and watch another person die. I plugged my earplugs in, and set to work. I picked up my machete and started bashing and slaughtering the undead.

I jolted up, cold sweat emiting from my body. I was shaking, and breathing quite heavily. It wasn't real, just a dream I suppose. I sighed, brushing a hand through my short chocolate hair. I pulled the grey sheets of my cold body, and rubbed my eyes.

"Are you okay Megan?"

I heard a small knock on the hard wooden door. I looked up, shivering at the absence of my warm blanket.

"Just fine actually. Hows Taylor? And that new guy?"

"Very good. Taylor will be fine, but I don't know about that new guy. You really screwed him up."

He giggled, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame.

"That's not true. All I did was catch him by suprise. Plus you could do the same, but I was alone, and he was trespassing."

He scoffed, and I stood off my bed, examining my temporary room. There was a small wooden coffee table beside my little twin bed. The mattress was stiff, but better then the dirt ground, and thats what Max loved the most about this farm house. We always liked land, but we always found ourselves in the city. I pulled the blanket over the bed, whilst Max left to make breakfast. He loved making meals, Max always said his eggs were the best.

I stretched my arms up above my head and yawned, then pulling my black t-shirt back over my waist. For 'pajama's', I had worn a smaller black t-shirt, dark pink short gym shorts, and fuzzy green socks. I slid out of my outfit, slumbering over to a makeshift bag I had sewn up before all of this. It was a Jansport backpack, with stars and cosmo's all over it. It held a hair brush, tooth brush and tooth paste, black work boots, a Kokosing hat, a small picture of my deceased brothers, and a notebook.

"Come on Megs! My eggs are fresh!"

"Be there in a minute Max!"

I smirked and walked over to the rooms old drawer. It held many womens stuff, including clothes, tampons(suprisingly), necessities, and a note to his or her husband. I pulled out a black tank top, and some ripped jeans. This will have to do if its 60F. I looked over the room one more time, and walked out of the small room.

"Megan! He's awake!"

I frowned and tiptoed down a small set of stairs, heading straight for the spare room we used as a substitute for all of our stuff. Taylor had failed to convince me to put my stuff there, seeming I had trust issues with men.

"Is he in a good enough condition to walk?"

I whispered, stopping by the door. This room was smaller, and held an extremely smaller bed and a nurses kit. The man that appeared on our lawn had longish dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, hunter outfit, and a crossbow as a weapon.

"Yeah, he can walk, but he probably won't be able to defend himself with that arm."

I nodded and stepped inside, looking at the man. His eyes were on mine, but he didn't look scary now.

"Why are you here?"

I tilted my head, crossing my arms. Max scoffed and we all heard a thump and a groan.

"I've got him."

I let Max go, me taking his spot by the small cot the man was laying on.

" 'cause you put me 'ere."

He growled, now looking away. I uncrossed my arms, sighing.

"Look mister, I didn't mean to hurt you. I got scared that you were going to hurt my friends out there. Please know that I didn't mean to hurt you."

I started some small talk, trying to ease the tension.

"Yeah? Then why did you break my arm?! Huh?! I want out. Now."

He leaned up, growling to ease the pain. I rushed to oush him back down, he swatted me away, me falling on my behind. I trembled and went for my gun. He must have heard the click, because he stopped, and stared at me.

"You won't shoot me. Just let me go lil girl."

I sighed, and stood up, dusting myself off. I put my gun back into its holster, trembling a little and shivering it all off.

"I know. But if you have a group, I can't risk you telling them where we are, and killing us. I've lost enough already, so please just rest and heal. And I need to call you something. I don't think the name Ian suits you."

I smiled a little, stepping forward.

"Yeah, I have a group. They're nice people to. Why not just come back with me?"

I frowned, obviously failing.

"So you can ambush us? Please, Taylor isn't comfortable with bigger men such as you. I suspect that most of your group is men, since all the groups we encounter conatin men. I'm ranting... sorry. So the name?"

I sat back down. Avoiding his peircing gaze. The man stayed quiet.

"Well. I guess I'll--"

"Daryl. My names Daryl."

I smiled, and gave him a thumbs up, signaling my ending.

"Want some breakfast? Max is making eggs."

I smiled and locked eyesight with Daryl. He tilted his head.

"You... Have eggs?"

"This house has a chicken coop out back."

His eyes practically lit up at the sound of chicken.

"Hell yeah I want some eggs."

I grinned, putting my hand out.

"I'm Megan by the way. Let's go Daryl, those eggs arn't going to eat themselves."

Daryl hesitantly took my hand, and I pulled him off the cot, helping him to the kitchen.