Yay, finally chapter two is up. I'll probably have to reread this and fix it. I uploaded it as soon as I was done, since I was so anxious!

I promise the third chapter will come sooner than it took for this one.

Enjoy!

Authors note: I know that this story is a bit low on actual sophistication, even rated M. Truth is I don't bother focusing on the high vocabulary and grammar, because I write this story quickly and for the fun of it. If you would like the potential of this story to be higher, let me know. :)

When the camp was running out of supplies, the survivors debated around the campire on who's to go into the city to get more.

"I can go, I move really fast on my own. In and out. Easy." Said Glenn, even though he didn't want to go, he knew that he was the one best fit for the job.

"You know the city has too many geeks walking around, if you're going by yourself you better take a gun." T-Dogg exclaimed.

"No, not a chance, if I shoot off a round then it'll just be suicide. If you guys are that worried then I'll bring another person along to help me out, but not a group." Glenn hated bringing too many people along, it draws too much attention.

Everyone sat in silence, debating to themselves on who would offer to go, but before anyone else could say anything, Glenn spoke again.

"I'm going to take Daryl." Everyone was kind of shocked, yet relieved that they didn't have to volunteer.

"Why the hell would you bring Daryl?" Andrea spoke out, thinking that working with a Dixon was also a suicide act.

"His crossbow is a lot quieter than a gun, I'd bring someone else, but do you really think he's going to let someone else use his crossbow?" No one said anything, because with Daryl Dixon, hell would freeze over first before he let anyone borrow his stuff.

"Here's the thing, who's going to convince Daryl to go?" Dale was always wise with his questions, because he had a point.

"We'll just tell him that we're running out of supplies. The least he can do is help out." Lori said. And right when Lori said that, Daryl just happened to be walking by.

"Ay Daryl," Shane looked at Daryl who seemed to be getting water to clean the arrows to his crossbow. "Let me have a word with you."

"Yeah? What?" He didn't seem too annoyed, but maybe it's because he had something else to concentrate on.

"Listen here, ugh-the group and I were having a discussion about who's going back to the city to get more supplies. And uh-Glenn said he'd do it, but only if you came along" After hearing what Shane said, he stopped what he was doing to look at him.

"Why me?"

"Your crossbow there, it's more quiet then a gun." Shane just looked at him, hoping he'd get an answer out in the next few seconds.

"As much as I don't love workin' with that chink over there, I was gunna go anyways. Crossbow needs some oil." Daryl's reply seemed to make everyone feel relieved, but upset knowing that the only reason he was going to go was for himself, and not for everyone else.

"We leave first thing tomorrow."

When morning came only a few people were up this early, and two of those people were Glenn and Daryl. They were getting ready in their own tents, trying to be spend as much time away from eachother before they went into the city, where eachothers' company was all they were going to have.

When Glenn was finishing emptying out his backpack, and Daryl cleaning his arrows, they both met up at the same time.

"We're takin' my truck." Daryl was the first to speek, and Glenn didn't protest. Mainly because no one else would seem okay on them taking their cars. Another reason because he didn't want to disagree with Daryl, it's too early in the morning to be having an argument.

They never said more words other than "Ready?" and "Yeah" to eachother when they packed up the truck and left for the city.

Eva was only a few miles from the entrance of the city. She was angry about walking the rest of the way, the sun had now risen over into the middle of the sky. It was hot, really hot, and it was humid, really humid. Sweat was dropping down from her temple and off the side of her face. ~This trench coat doesn't do me any justice~ She laughed to herself, but she needed the coat if she was going to go into a big city by herself. The pockets were useful for having small supplies, or protective gear, like throwing knives. She rose her hand and cupped over the pocket just at her left.
She hadn't completely lost all of her agent gear, she kept all that didn't require technology.

After a few moments of walking she could she a staggering corpse in the distance, comepletely oblivious to world around it as it ran into a fence a couple of times. As she got closer to it the creature noticed, and started marching towards her. Eva was about to reach over and grab one of her handguns when she remembered something that Frank said.

"Don't shoot around here unless you've got some seasoning on ya', sound draws more of them and before you know it, you're dinner."

She stood there and watched as the creature got closer, then she reached down to grab her 9-inch boot knife that strapped to her thigh. Standing her ground, Eva waited as until the creature was only a feet away. Then she kicked it in the chest with her boot with so much force that it flew back about five or sixe feet.

~Damn, I must've forgotten how much strength I had in me~ Even from the lack of food, she still manages to kick ass. The walker was still reacting to the blow into the chest and was struggling to get back up. Before it even had the chance, Eva walked over and stomped a foot into it's neck, restraining it from getting up. She bent down to examine the grotesque face, "What on earth could this be." She felt disgusted, having a smell of the rotting scent the flesh gave off. A second later, Eva plunged the knife deep in between the walker's eyes, causing it to stop moving at once.

A moment later she withdrew the knife from it's head, the wound gushed dark blood. "Disgusting." She wiped her knife on the ragged clothes of the un-moving corpse and tucked it back into its holster.

"Next time, I'm not taking that long to kill something, there's bound to be more in the city." She spoke outloud, even though she wasn't with anyone. The thought of killing them was pretty easy,
~At least they don't shoot back at me with guns~ She laughed.

She looked up at the metal fence and examined it, there was a large vertical tear through it. She stood up and walked over to the fence to get a better look at it, the tear was more than large enough for her to fit through it. ~Must've been here for a long time, even before the world ended. A shortcut for people who wanted to move in and out of the city quickly.~ Eva slipped right through the hole and walked towards the buildings up ahead. No other walkers to be seen just yet, but this part of the city is seemed very deserted. When she reached the building, Eva pressed her back against the cold wall. She peered over the corner and into the street, she could see a few walkers, but not too much that she couldn't handle herself. Over into the distance, maybe 50 yards away, she could see a gun shop. It's windows were smashed, but Eva can still tell that the shop was still stocked with a few guns.

~That would be the first place that I should go to.~ She thought to herself. Eva was running out of bullets for her handguns, and it wouldn't hurt to maybe pick up a few more other guns while she was at it. ~Maybe a shotgun would come in handy.~ She laughed. For her, it was quite fun to handle bigger guns when she had the chance.

She closed her eyes and breathed slowely, Eva straightened herself up and grabbed her knife, getting ready to move quickly through the walkers. Three seconds were counted before she turned the corner and bolted down the street. The walkers up ahead by the store didn't seem to notice, but the one's up close eventually did when she came close. Slashing the first walker she encountered right in the head, almost slicing the it in two. A second walker came staggering behind her, she never seemed to lose her attention on it when she hit the living corpse in the shoulder with the back of her ankle, the great force sent the walker down to the ground. Another came at her side and Eva stabbed it in the eye, causing it to stop moving and collapse onto the floor. Two or three more walkers were about 20 yards away, meanwhile she walked over to the one trying to get back up, but it didn't have the chance when she plunged the knife deep into it's skull. It was pretty much "Rinse and repeat" for the rest of the staggering corpses.

Eva felt relieved when the gun shop was right before her eyes. She looked around just to make sure that there were no more walkers. And there wasn't. She stepped through the broken glass door and checked quietly for any possible one's hiding in the store, but there wasn't any. Smiling to herself, she dropped her guard and browsed around for guns, acting like a happy teenager shopping for new school clothes.

It may have been a half an hour or so of having some fun, but it was then when she noticed a loud noise coming from the floor upstairs. The sound was quite peculiar to her because it seemed too loud for a walker to make.

Her mind was telling her to just ignore it and pack up and leave the building, but something deep down told her to go check it out. She packed up all the bullets she could carry in her pocket, loaded up her handguns, and walked to the inner doorway that led up to the stairs.

Right before she took the first step, the spotted a decent shotgun lying on the counter.

~This might come in handy.~

Eva made her way slowly up the stairs and into the second floor. She definitely could hear something going on in the far distance down the hall. There were no lights, but the sun showed through the window to light up parts of the rooms. She moved further down into the hallway until she heard voices.

"Help me!"

She froze up a bit, darting into a clear room and then looking over the wall to continue looking down the hall. The voice sounded like it belonged to a man, not a walker.

~Walkers don't talk~ She reminded herself. All walkers do is groan and moan. But she grabbed the shotgun nonetheless.

Just to make sure.

Instead of taking her time, she ran down the hall and into the room right before the one where she heard the voices from. To her luck, part of the wall had been crumbled down, making a second doorway to the upcoming room. She peaked through it and saw two guys and walkers, most already on the ground, and the living was about to be eaten.

One guy was asian decent, and the other was white and had a crossbow. She played the situation in her mind.

~There were probably too many walkers, and he couldn't get his crossbow ready in time.~

Each walker had an arm in it's grasp, ready for biting. Eva wasn't goign to let that happen.

She cocked her shotgun.

When the guys got to the city, they parked the truck a ways from the fence.

"Let's go from top to bottom if we're going to re-supply, it'll make the trip faster."

Daryl didn't want to argue with Glenn either, he just wanted less time with him as possible.

They ran towards the fence, and then noticed something laying on the floor. It was a walker, and it wasn't "alive." They stood in silence, examining the huge gash in it's head.

"Someone else has been here, could it be another survivor?" Was all Glenn could say.

"I ain't stickin' around to find out, c'mon let's go." Daryl pushed the thought of someone else alive being in the city, he stepped over the corpse and climbed through the fence, waiting for Glenn to do the same. He did, only because he wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. As they rounded the corner they stopped dead in their tracks, seeing about seven or eight unmoving bodies laying around in the street.

Oh yeah, someone was definitely here before them. Glenn frowned, a little frightened of who might be here in the city with them. A crazy person? A stronger walker? It could be anything. Daryl then pushed Glenn's back, reminding him to forget what it might be and to just do what they came here for. They didn't say any other words to eachother as they crouched down the street. When they stopped behind Glenn whispered Daryl the plan.

"Instead of going through the gun shop and up the building, we should go around and up the ladder, the store that we need to get to is towards the back. Then on our way back we'll go through the gun shop and back out to the truck. Really quick."

Daryl nodded and they snuck quietly towards the back of the building and up the ladder which led to an smashed window. It seemed that Glenn knew that there was going to be a shortcut all along.
When they climbed inside, the hallway seemed really dark, and only the sun was lighting up parts of the building.

"Down pass these cubicles, there should be a room that has first aid kits, they always keep those in the back room of business buildings."

"Then get oil for my crossbow."

"Yes, you can get as much oil as you want from the gunshop after we're done here."

They walked into the back room, only half of it was lit by sunlight. Glenn walked in the room first, but hadn't notice the metal filing bins stacked up by the doorway. He tripped right over them,
causing a loud ruckus. Daryl grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up violently.

"What the hell chink! You tryin' to draw walkers into this damn room?"

"I-I'm sorry!"

But before they could even react to the whole situation, they heard groans coming from the hallway and closeby rooms.

Walkers.

And sooner or later there were about five or six walkers that entered the room. Glenn panicked and slammed a crowbar into a walkers head and Daryl shot an arrow in another's. It took a while for Daryl to cock his crossbow so Glenn was crowded by three walkers.

"Daryl! Help me!" He managed to knock off a walker, but another was about to bite into his shoulder.

"Shut up, I'm tryin'" Daryl then shot the one on Glenn's side.

Sadly a walker got each of them in a grasp, and Daryl had no time to get his crossbow ready, and Glenn accidently dropped his crowbar. Go figure.

Daryl was screaming "Get the hell off me!" when Glenn was just screaming. And after that, it was all a blur.

There was two gunshots.