I looked over to the small figure, whimpering under the tree. The young blonde sat across from me, quietly crying her eyes out. I could see she didn't want to cry in front of me, as her face was buried into her knees. I could still hear the small sniffles from the small girl, until she looked up at me. Her blue doe-like eyes overflowing with tears. I remained at the other side across the small fire I had put together.

"I cant do this anymore, Daryl. I thought I got stronger, but I'm not. Daddy's gone, Maggie's gone...everyone's gone." She paused her session for a minute to speak to me. She let a few tears pour over as she spoke, but I could tell she was trying to hold them back.

"I'm still here." I said. I had my arms lazily wrapped around my knees, as I sat with my legs criss crossed. She buried her head back into her lap and continued to cry.

"I know its not much, but I'm still here." I repeated, sighing. She nodded in her knees, then stood up.

"I'm going to go look for them. You coming?" She got the sudden rush of determination. I shook my head.

"Beth, I don't thi-"

"You don't think what? That they are alive? They are all stronger than me. I'm still here. That's gotta be a sign." She had a point. But I had to be honest with her. She had grown. She wasnt the suicidal little girl from the farm. She had grown to be a beautiful strong young woman, and she was just as strong as anyone from that prison.

"Beth, tha's not true and you know it. You aren't that little girl anymore." She stopped, rubbed her hand over her scar on her wrist, and looked at me.

"I know." She gripped her machete tighter, sighing. "Your a tracker. You can track." She started, going on a little rant which finally ended in her leaving me alone by the fire. Part of me knew I couldn't leave me alone out there, but part of me wanted to leave her. I finally listened to the angel on my shoulder and stood up, following after her.

"Look, tracks. It could be someone from the prison." She said hopefully, moving leaves off of a shoe print. It looked tiny enough to belong to Lizzie or Mika, but I knew the chances of it being them was very small. Beth stepped over to a tree, as a rustle came from the bushes. She rose her knife to her side. I picked up my crossbow, walking over to her as a precautionary measure. A walker stumbled out of the bush, pulling onto her ponytail. She let out a small gasp, struggling to push the dead off her. I suddenly felt protectiveness towards her rush over me, as I quickly shot the walker in between the eyes. She ran to me and wrapped her arms around me, crying into my shoulder.

"Beth, we aren't gonna die. I promise." I knew I couldn't keep that promise.

We found a sturdy tree with no weak branches, and I told Beth to climb it so she could sleep. She put up a fight, telling me she didn't need sleep, but I finally got her to get up the tree. I tied her to a branch by her waist and she immediately passed out. I kept watch, sitting against the trunk of the sapling and kept my eyes open. Anytime I felt my eyelids start to droop closed, I would jerk my head to the other side to keep awake.

Beth started mumbling things in her sleep. I couldn't make out what she was trying to say, but I knew it must have been about her father and missing sister. I can't imagine how she feels. Actually, I remember seeing my trailer on flames with my mom inside when I was just nine years old.

I was woken out of my thoughts by the sound of wood snapping. Unexpectedly, Beths weight was dropped onto me.

"Damn Girl, didn' know you could break tha' sturdy of a branch." I said as her innocent eyes opened to look at me. She smiled slightly.

"Sorry." She squeaked, quickly standing up. I chuckled, joining her.

"Come on, sweetheart. We gotta keep moving." She nodded, following me farther into the woods.