She hears something walking behind her. She hurries up a tree. As she listens she noticing it isn't a walker.

Movement is to clean sounding. Not an animal, to heavy. God I hope it isn't that eye patch guy I ran into. After seeing him kill off a group of people like that I hope I don't run into him. It seemed I would never lose him. I wonder if it was his partner who seen me or if it was him. I was crossing the road after all. It is getting closer. Noticing that, she pulls her knife from her boot. She watches him walk up. Oh what fresh hell is this, a guy walking around with a gun? All we need is that sound. As he gets closer she can't help but notice how sexy he looks thou. Sad thing I will have to kill him maybe. Can't risk him being with that crazy eye patch guy. Or finding the place I am staying at.

He walks under the branch she is preached on. Now walking passed she leaps to jump him from behind.

"What the fuck,"Daryl thinks as his arm is slashed by a blade as he turned to point his gun. He looks up and sees her standing there. Eyeing her as he looks up and down, sizing her up. He cannot help but notice she is beautiful. Hair in a mess of red curls, eyes as green as the forest, nicely built body, and dressed for the wear and tear of living in the woods. Smart he thinks to himself, but not smart enough, bringing a knife to a gun fight. Not noticing the gun and sling out compound bow on her side or the arrows on her back.

"Are you with the crazy eye patch guy?" she asked.

"The Governor?" Daryl asked still eyeing her. So she is new to the area. I wonder if she did all those traps by herself or if there are more people with her?

"So you know him. Must be with him then." She accused.

"How fucking dare you say that. That asshole killed my brother and left him to become a walker. Attacked my group and tortured my people." Daryl growled.

"Well how was I to know that?" She snapped back at him.

Hmmmm she has some spirit, I'll give her that. Noticing the pain at his right arm. Shit she cut me good. He said"I'm Daryl."

Good God listen to him talk. He must be from the south. Nice to know not everyone has thought about the CDC like she did.

Lowering her knife a bit she whispers, "Scarlet."

"So what are you doing here?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Well if you aren't from around here, I was going to tell you to be careful and that the CDC is gone, lady."

Is he hitting on me know wait did he just say the CDC is gone." What do you mean it is gone?"

"Well my friends and I went there and a guy blew it up."

"Liar those things are meant to last and built to be indestructible."

No that wasn't true. The one in Nashville blew up as well. It was gone she watched it go from a distance and that is when she thought of the one in Atlanta. Well hell what was she going to do now.

"Hey are you by yourself or something?" Daryl asked her. Noticing her face when he said that. Kinda looked like she had travelled all this way for nothing.

"What does it matter to you?"

"Well I can help you." Daryl says as he notices the wooziness from his arm wound.

"I have stuff for that. Your arm, follow me."

"You didn't answer my question Scarlet." He pointed out.

"I am now." She said sadly.

"What happen, may I ask."

"They died. What else. One even came back after he had gone had to put him down."

She must be talking about family, because of the sadness in her voice. She must know how it feels then. The anger and pain. The wondering what would have happen if you were there or acted quicker. Get these thoughts out of your head Daryl. Not the time to think of that.

They must have walked for what seems twenty minutes or so when he seen it. A house. A big house in the middle of these woods with a field to the far left. The house was made of brick. She has boarded up the windows, well the ones on the main floor that is. As they rounded the house he saw a garage and its door was chained to the ground and the door leading into it was chained and the two small windows that he could see were open. A shovel at its door. Horse crap, he smelled horse crap.

"So you have a horse in there?" He asked.

"No. Two mules. Better footing and can carry a load easier." She stated.

She opened the door to the house. They walked in and she turned on the lights.

"How do you have power?"

"The people who built this house had solar power. So yeah I have power and water. They have a well attach to the place. I have checked it is in a well house so nothing to fear." She mumbled.

"Do you know how to fix that stuff?" He asked.

"Yeah my family owned a farm and we lived off grid. Cheaper in the long run. Plus we didn't have much, it was bought off my Paws life insurance money."

"So nice set up then." He said as he noticed a dog by the fire place. A fire place and a dog. Huh, this is a nice place. Nicer than that prison anyways. Wood floors, nice kitchen form what he can see, okay couch, a TV, and dvd player. Looks like she raided a store for a game system. Must get boring by yourself he thought. Noticing now she also boarded up the inside windows and doors. Smarter than I thought. "So you grew up on a farm, and poor. Kinda like I was but not on a farm like that."

Is he comparing our lives? How dare him. He has no idea what I have been thru in my past and what I been thru once this crap started." Come on in the bathroom. Hope your blood didn't lead them here." She scoffed.

"Sorry if I pissed ya off. I was raised poor myself. Had my brother like I said, but that ass killed him and left him to turn. So... Anyways didn't mean to piss you off."

"Well it is fine, "she said," since ya told me about the CDC. I guess I should tell you I raided the town for the good stuff that was left." She even grabbed the condoms. Why would she be thinking of that now? Seemed so stupid when she pulled them out of her bag and laid them on the bed. "Do you want to stay for dinner? Be dark soon and with that blood, not so safe to travel at night. When they stir the most. The people must have owned cattle. They have a bunch of meat in the deep freezer."

Why is she doing this she thought to herself as they reach the bathroom. She had told herself after she watched her sister get eaten, her mother killing herself after the Nashville CDC blow up and when she had to put her father down that it would be too hard to get attached to someone again. Now she could feel this warm feeling in her chest for this Daryl guy she just met she was letting herself get attached. He has people who he will go back to, probably even a girlfriend. "Do you have someone?" she caught herself asking him.

"No."

What was she asking him that for? He has people. Why would she care anyways.

She got out the rubbing alcohol and the gauze to dress his wound she had given him. When he had said no she felt herself smile at that. Why was she doing that she wondered.

"You?" he asked. Why does he care? He had decided to be alone after having to put his brother down.

"No. Are you going to stay for dinner or not?"