Tyreese hacked away at the walkers. He was still going strong, taking down one after another with his axe but it just seemed as if they just kept coming. He didn't know if that was because there really were that many walkers or because they were just that damn exhausted. They had been on the run for 3 days since the attack on the prison. Ever since then, they haven't found a place to stay or any people from their old group. It would always be just them, running through the thick walker-infested forest, fighting for survival and aimlessly looking for any signs of stability. The first night, they slept in an abandoned and completely looted pharmacy. The next night, they found a gas station. But they would always run again to the forest afterwards 'cause for some ungodly reason, they would find walkers gathered right outside their refuge the next morning.
More walkers came their way now, but Tyreese was incredibly strong and alert. If he could survive having dozens of walkers surrounding him close up from every direction like he did during his medicine run with Daryl, Michonne and Bob, what more if he had more room to move and more distant walkers? Three more came his way. He took the first walker down after slashing it across the face and the second one by hacking it right through its skull. The latter went down hard though, and Tyreese had to exert a little bit of effort to remove the axe from its head. Once he did, the third walker had gotten a bit close, but before Tyreese could react, it was shot right in the head by Lizzie. After a short stare down afterwards, the pair continued moving, walker-free for the moment.

"Looks like we'll be on our way out of this forest soon." Tyreese said, as he analyzed his surroundings.

"You're welcome…" Lizzie replied. This was the third time in three days, she felt, that she's saved Tyreese's life since abandoning the prison. Just like last time, they were on a run, looking for whatever could keep them alive. Lizzie shot a deer fawn that they ate over two days. This time though, they were looking for a pharmacy where they could get more supplies.

"We've only moved straight ahead, am I right?" Tyreese asked, making sure they remembered the path they were taking.

They had just set up camp in a small cabin in the woods. They decided to once again leave Judith with Mika and the other kids while they went on their run. It was a risky move, but they made sure to heavily barricade every door and window of the cabin. And if that didn't work, Mika was actually quite a good shot herself. Either way, keeping Judith with Mika definitely seemed safer than for Judith to be carried through walker-infested forest.

"We turned right twice, but I marked the spots." She affirmed.

"With what?" Tyreese asked.

"Heads." She blankly responded as she overtook Tyreese, who couldn't help but stand and stare for a few moments. Ever since he saw Lizzie shoot Alisha right between the eyes, he had felt that there was something off about her.

"You know I don't think even I or Sasha could shoot someone in the head the way you did her."

"I told you! Carol taught us how to shoot while we were at the prison." Tyreese had been questioning her about that incident ever since, and at this point it had begun to get on her nerves.

"Yeah! But right between the eyes!?" He saw Lizzie turn around, put her hands on her hips and agitatedly purse her lips. "Look I know you told me that Carol taught you and all, but do you really expect me to believe that that's all there is to it?… Something's not right about you Lizzie. And quite frankly it's really beginning to disturb me." Tyreese asserted.

"Well whatever that is, it saved your life!" Lizzie shot back after a short pause, with agitation and what sounded like a hint of defensiveness.

"Let's get going. That gunshot might have attracted some more of them." She then continued moving, with Tyreese uneasily following shortly after.

One thing's for sure. Tyreese certainly wasn't good with kids…

"Dad?" Carl had arrived back at the house. It was dark and quite empty, but with unmistakable evidence that it had been inhabited before everything started.

"Where have you been?" Rick asked, emerging from a room. Ever since his near fatal scuffle with the Governor, Rick had been sleeping in for longer hours. In spite of the puffiness in his face having not quite disappeared entirely yet, it was still obvious that he had just woken up.

"There were walkers trying to get in, so I led them out." Carl replied plainly.

"…Good…" Rick said while nodding rather nonchalantly. To him, what mattered most was that he was alive. He knew that Carl had proven time and time again that he could handle himself just fine while he was out there. "Listen Carl… I, uh, I think I should make the run today." he added.

"Are you sure?" Carl responded almost immediately. Concern immediately etched across his face at his dad's statement. Rick tried to appeal to him.

"Yes, Carl, I"

"Dad, he damn well near killed you." Carl interrupted. Rick softly muttered for him to watch his mouth, but Carl kept going as if he hadn't heard him. "It's been only 3 days and your face still looks beat up!"

"Not as bad as it was when we first left the prison Carl. And I can walk and move just fine too." The unusualness of Rick's having to smooth talk his son into letting him do something when normally it was the other way around was not lost on him.

"Look, I know you can handle yourself out there, but Carl for my sake…"

"What about for my sake dad? I've done the last two runs for the same reason you want to do them now…" Carl explained.

Though not showing it explicitly, Rick couldn't help but feel touched that his son would be so determined to protect him, even though he knew the real reason why.

Carl took a deep sad breath. "Dad. Ever since Judith…"

"Don't." Rick cut in. "I know… I get it." Ever since seeing Judith's bloody baby carrier, they've believed her to be dead. And in that moment, it seemed as if all hope was lost. Judith wasn't just a daughter to Rick and a sister to Carl, she was also a symbol of hope for everyone. To them, she was a symbol that humanity can indeed survive in this world, which made life just a little bit more worth living. And now that she was gone, and with her, the hope that kept everyone a bit more willing to live, and the humanity that Andrea and Dale gave their lives for, everything just seemed…broken. It was as if there was nothing to fight for anymore. As if there was no real point to all of their running and all their fighting…nor would there ever be…

"…We'll both go. We'll cover more ground. And maybe we'll have a better chance of finding any of the others…" Carl finally conceded. "And we're two people. So we can get double the supplies."

"I agree." Rick nodded. "We'll take off at dusk." He said while looking at the watch he had with him. Carl nodded and walked upstairs.

Deep down Rick knew that while he wasn't exactly a liability, he still wasn't 100% and because of that, Carl needed to step up. And in his mind, that he has.

Tyreese and Lizzie kept on walking. They were sweating profusely, but they both knew that now would be the absolute worst time to give out. The light was getting in better and the ground was getting rougher – they were just about making their way out of the forest and into the road. As they were making their way out however, another walker began shambling its way toward them. Tyreese was getting his axe ready.

"I've got this." Lizzie asserted casually before moving towards the walker. She took out her knife and stabbed it right through its chin.
"No need to mark the tree anymore." She slyly added. She did all this with a nonchalance that Tyreese could remember in only one other person: the Governor.

What was more disturbing to him was that this was not the first time he'd seen her do something like that with the same demeanor she had, but he didn't bring it up 'cause he knew that if he did, she'd just brush him off.

They made their way out of the forest, where there was a large grocery store to their right just a good 20 meters ahead. They immediately began to slowly but surely walk towards it. They arrived at the entrance, walked through the parking lot full of abandoned cars, and into the grocery. It had two floors, but while it was tempting, they were there to get only what they needed. It was starting to get dark, and there was a baby who needed them back ASAP. They made a quick sweep of the first floor to make sure nothing would surprise them.

"We get only what we need." Tyreese whispered, stating the obvious.

They gathered just enough supplies to fill their bags but not to the point of putting unwanted weight on their shoulders. As Lizzie made her way out of the store, Tyreese suddenly heard what he thought was shuffling from the second floor. He was just about to go investigate the noise, axe in hand, when Lizzie whispered out to him, gesturing him to come to where she was.

"What?"

"Look." Lizzie pointed to one of the cars. This one was different from the other ones in the parking lot. It didn't look as beat down, and there were supplies inside and on top of it.

"What the hell?" Tyreese softly uttered, and he and Lizzie slowly began walking up to the vehicle. "You think it's been here all this time?"

"I don't think so. I don't see any cobwebs or anything like that and the supplies don't look expired." Lizzie observed

"Maybe they didn't take off too long ago…"

"…Or maybe they didn't take off at all…"

And almost just as Lizzie said it, the sound of a gun cocking was heard and they were suddenly told to put their hands up.

"Step away from the vehicle." The car's owner, who was obviously female, ordered. They thought there was something familiar about her voice. Nonetheless, they slowly began to back away from the vehicle, fists up.

"Place your weapons on the floor." Tyreese slowly put his axe on the ground, while Lizzie did the same with her gun.

"Now turn around." The owner ordered. And when they did, the entire situation took a different turn, as Carol Peletier lowered her gun in absolute shock, while Tyreese and Lizzie lowered their hands. Tears began to well up in Lizzie's face.

"Carol!" Lizzie breathed out, and she immediately ran towards Carol, who holstered her gun as she and Lizzie embraced each other in a tearful reunion.

"It's good to see you Carol." Tyreese said simply but meaningfully. At seeing Tyreese though, Carol put everything she had in making sure the smile on her face did not disappear.

"It's good to see you too." She replied in the same tone of voice. After taking in the moment, Carol straightened her face.

"What are you guys doing out here?"

And at that, the smiles on Tyreese and Lizzie's faces disappeared.

"You weren't at the prison?"

"No." But before she could be asked about that, she immediately brought her question back up. "Wait! What happened?"

After a moment, Tyreese finally answered. "He came back." Carol knew exactly whom he was talking about and faced her head to the ground. "He brought a tank, cars, people with guns…the prison didn't stand a chance. It was either we leave, or we die."

"What about the others?" Carol was still in utter shock over what she was hearing.

"I don't know. I saw Glenn leave with everyone on the bus, Maggie, Bob…Sasha… they left on their own…and that's it."

"…What about you? Anyone else with you?" Carol stuttered.

"Mika…Luke, Molly…Judith." Carol couldn't hide the relief on her face at knowing that Judith was alive.
"Hershel though…" Tyreese couldn't go on, and the look of relief was washed right out of Carol's face. She looked at him, and Tyreese simply shook his head. Carol placed her hand on her mouth and despairingly squatted down, she almost looked like a statue the way she was. Lizzie began to shed silent tears as well, recalling when Tyreese told her about what had happened. After a few moments of mourning, Carol took a breath in and stood up.

"Where are you guys now?" She asked.

"We have a cabin, in the woods."

"I marked the checkpoints to get there." Lizzie added.

Carol nodded, still shaken from and devastated by the news of Hershel.

"I have a house…not too far from here…I'll take you there."

So I made this part assuming that Tyreese really did carry Judith out of the prison as some people analyzing "Too Far Gone" suggested. And I hope this doesn't discourage some of you readers, but Carl and Lizzie won't be meeting up for a while. I guess it's an Andrea reference 'cause she took a while to reunite with Team Prison too. Good things come to those who wait? Right? Hehe