Daryl was lying in his tent looking up at the roof wondering if he should give up and climb into the cab of his truck before it blew away. Sighing he pulled on his boots. The hunting trip had been a bit of a fizzer and he had caught nothing. He had been tracking tonight coming back with nothing, he knew it was supposed to rain tonight which is why he chose this place to go camping and hunting down a little track about 7 miles from the main road. In case it did storm and he had to bail he was not that far from home and a warm fire.

Making his way back to his camp for the night, the storm had blown in he made it to his tent lying on his sleeping bag eating from his supplies he had brought reading a book by touch light. He was set up high enough that the rain didn't really affect him, but it was getting cold and he didn't want to be trying to save his brand new tent from flying away in the wind of the storm.

Groaning and giving up he rolled over pulling on his boots and his jacket made his way out of the tent flashing his touch around. He unlocked the back of his truck and started loading his gear into it. Before long he knew he was going to get soaked so he began to go about putting it down in the dark. He planned to stick around another day but this storm was really setting up. He was going to give up and go home come back next weekend.

He basically threw the whole thing into the back of his truck thinking when he got back to his house he would have to put it up to dry again anyway. He would sleep the rest of the night in the truck then check his site to make sure he didn't leave any thing behind. He flashed his tourch around the ground gathering up everything that could blow away.

Daryl stood up looking around flashing his touch around the camp site, he thought he was starting to go a little insane. He was sure he just heard a baby crying. In the middle of the woods in the storm late at night he must be going mad, no one would have a baby outside in this weather, not 7miles in from the main road thats for sure. He shook his head to clear it. But he could still hear a baby crying.

He brushed it off as the wind flashing his touch around again and then he decided to called out.

'Is anyone there? Hello?' He shouted. 'Hello?'

'Please, Help me!'

Daryl was surprised to see a bloody women stumbling towards him trying to shove a parcel into his arms. He took it in one arm and caught her with the other as she began to fall into him. He looked around totally surprised to be holding a crying baby and a sobbing bleeding women.

'Help us!' Carol cried. 'Please she's so cold.'

'Yeah, come on.' He opened the front seat of his truck putting the baby there, turning his truck on and fiddling with the heater so it went on full blast. Shutting the door so it was out of the rain moving around to open the back door pushing the women inside, shutting the door. He grabbed his crossbow looking around and listening, someone bleeding beaten in the rain at night in the woods meant that she had no other choice. Not with a baby in tow, he scanned to woods and listened he could hear nothing.

No mother worth her weight would ever be running in the storm. When Daryl was sure no one was following her, he reached into the back of his truck pulling out his sleeping bag and small bag of clothes, he climbed into the Divers seat. Noting the women had the baby naked at her breast trying to calm it by feeding it. She had taken off its soaking wet clothes, trying to warm it in her arms. The women was soaking wet, Daryl reached around on the floor of his pretty messy truck and found his jacket.

'Here, take ya wet clothes off and put this on, ya will get sick.' He started fiddling with the heaters, the truck was warm he stuggled out of his wet shirt and pulled on a dry one. He started to pass her the sleeping bag.

'Can you take her?' She tried to pass him the baby, he sat starring at the baby before reaching his hands out to hold her. He never held a baby before but he pulled her into him, undoing his shirt pulling the now naked baby to his chest and reached and found a old sweatshirt off the passenger seat on top of her. He was no expert on babies but he knew hypothermia could be deadly in adults. It was probably fatal with babies this small. She felt tiny in his huge hands.

He fiddled with the heaters so the were directed at him and the baby, as the women struggled to get out of her wet clothes, and he was pretty sure she was naked in the back seat climbing into the sleeping bag. She was shaking trying to calm herself.

'Are we expecting anyone else?' Daryl asked.

'I don't think so, I knocked him out!' She muttered.

'Good! I'm Daryl.' Daryl said.

'Carol, and Sophia.' She answered, pointing at the naked baby with a shaking hand.