"Dad?" I asked loudly, my words echoing off of the concrete walls of Cell Block C.

"I'm in here, Chey," Daryl's voice sounded from a few cells down. I walked along the aisle of cells before reaching the one that belonged to Beth to see my father holding a bottle to our newest group member, Judith.

"Where's Beth?" I asked, looking around, spying Glenn and Maggie in the cell two down, cuddling each other in their sleep. Without looking up from the baby's face as he fed her, my father answered.

"Lil' Asskicker spit up on her so she went to go change," He took a glance at me. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Rick wanted to know if you, me, and Maggie wanted to go on a run. We're running out of baby formula among other things. "He put Judith down in her makeshift crib and nodded. "Why you an' me? Glenn usually does this stuff," He walked out of the cell, walking a few down to his to grab his crossbow.

"He said he wanted to give the kid a break," I said a little louder so he could hear me. He walked back and smiled at me.

"Why you callin' him a kid? He's ten years older than you," I shrugged and Daryl let out a chuckle. "Grab Maggie and meet me by the truck, okay?"

"Okay," I said as he walked out of the Cell Block. I walked into Glenn and Maggie's cell and gently shook the shoulder of the short haired brunette. She groaned before trying to bury herself into Glenn's chest.

"Come on, Maggie," I started. "Rick wants you, me and my dad to go on a run."

"But I'm tired. Can't you and Daryl do it on your own?" She asked, her words somewhat muffled.

"Of course we can," I began before she cut me off.

"Good, bye now!" She turned her head and smiled before returning to her previous position.

"But," I continued. "If you want you-know-what, then you'd better come along." She groaned again and sat up, pulling her boots on.

"You're no fun, Cheyenne." She grabbed the brush that was sitting on the desk of the cell and brushed her hair out. Glenn sat up groggily, scratching the back of his head.

"What's going on?" He asked, still half-asleep.

"Maggie's going on a run with me and dad," I said, crossing my arms while Maggie stood up and grabbed her knife and gun, attaching the items to their place on her belt.

"Why not me?" He asked. I shrugged.

"What if too many Walkers line the fence? He can't take them all by himself. Plus you've done almost every run since Atlanta. You deserve a break," I grinned at him as I turned and walked out of the cell, while Maggie lingered, giving her boyfriend a goodbye kiss.

"Bye now," Maggie said, following me. As we walked, I checked my hip to make sure my weapons were still at my hip, which they had always been. As we walked into the Georgia heat, we quickly headed for the car and hopped in. We made our way from the prison and drove down the long paved road. We searched for a place that hadn't been completely looted, and when we found it, we were a little more than thirty minutes from the prison.

"Right there," I said while pointing to a store that was to the right of the road. "The General Store. It looks completely untouched." I continued, gazing in wonder at the little store.

"I hope we can get some good shit," My father said before pulling off of the road and parking just before the store. Maggie and I hopped out of the car as my father turned the car off.

"Daryl," Maggie called, getting my father's attention. She pointed to a few stores down. "There's a hunting shop at the end of this strip mall. Maybe you could check it out?" She questioned. My father looked toward where Maggie and pointed and nodded.

"Yeah, I can. Y'all yell if anything happens," He said before walking toward the store. Maggie and I walked up to the door of the store. I pulled and pushed on the door handle.

"It's locked," I said, letting go of the bar and started to grab my gun. Maggie put her hand on my arm.

"We don't need any unnecessary attention." She said.

"I'm not," I finished pulling out my gun and used the butt to try and break the store's glass windows. After a few hard hits and the glass still not breaking, I backed away a few steps.

"No wonder it looks so untouched. These damn windows won't break." I stated and put my gun back. I turned and looked at Maggie. "What the hell are we supposed to do?" She sighed.

"I'm not sure," She said. I looked back to the store and walked back to the door.

"There aren't any door hinges on the outside of it, so it must open in." I said before inspecting the door. After I found its weakest spot, I backed up a few steps. I readied myself before kicking the door with full force. On the first try, it wouldn't open, but it did move a little. I kicked it again, harder this time, and the door came swinging back, hitting the wall on the inside. I looked back at Maggie and smiled. "That's what I like to call the Dixon kick." She laughed and we both walked into the store, separating to each side. She went looking for baby stuff for Judith and I went looking for other things the group needed, like Hershel's medical supplies and some feminine products. As I walked one of the aisles, I was amazed that it looked like nothing had been taken from the shelves.

"I think we just hit the jackpot on baby formula!" Maggie shouted excitedly from the opposite side of the store. I smiled as I walked pass the "personal hygiene" section, spotting some Durex condoms.

"Hey Maggie, you and Glenn runnin' low on condoms?" I joked laughing, walking past them to the toothpaste and toothbrush section, knowing that those condoms were probably expired by now and they wouldn't be too much help. I grabbed a basket that had been left on the floor and began to fill it up with teeth cleaning things, feminine products, and just anything that seemed useful. I met Maggie back at the front of the store and we stood at the entrance to the store or a few minutes. "There's so much shit in there and there's probably more in the back," I said. Maggie held up a rubber duck from her basket.

"Think Judith will like it?" She asked. "A kid growing up in a prison could use some toys," We walked out of the store towards the truck to load the truck up with the two baskets of supplies when I felt a strong arm grab me and a forearm press against my neck. I immediately dropped the basket and reached for my gun, but before I could grab it, I felt the cold metal if a gin his me in my temple and I blacked out. That last thing I heard before completely going into unconsciousness was my father shouting, "NO!"