He gets out of the driver seat and we all stand up to get out of the RV. I get out after the rest of them, trailing behind Carl and his mom. Lori still seems to not trust me, and it's annoying, really. I may be different, but I can still be trusted. She didn't seem to get that.

"I said it, didn't I say it?" dale states, "it's dead in the water."

His exasperation is very present in his facial features.

Glenn asks, "Is there a problem Dale?"

"Only a small matter," he says sarcastically, waving his hands in the air, "we're stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of-," he stops when Daryl opens a trunk of another car and takes supplies from it. We agree to take supplies but Lori objects.

"This is a graveyard," she states, hugging her arms around herself, "I don't know how I feel about this," she says quietly to Rick. It was such a low whisper I think only I could hear her with my enhanced senses. We are all quiet, deciding what we should do.

"Let's look around," I say, "I know I'm new here and all, but in this world, only the strongest survive out there. It is literally eat or be eaten. You all know that by now."

Silently they agree with me. We go off in different directions looking for supplies in abandoned cars. Dale is up on top of the RV looking for biters anywhere. Shane found a truck full of water jugs, holding about three gallons per jug. I laugh at him while he practically bathes himself in it. I look back at what I was doing. I open a car door and see a biter. It was lifeless, so I assume it was dead. I grab across from him to a granola bar but the biter comes to life and is trying to grab at me. I instantly reach at my belt for my knife and stab him in the eye. My heart beats out of my chest and I calm down with quiet deep breaths. I unexpectedly feel a hand on my shoulder and turn around, thinking it was a biter. It was Carl; he drags me under a car with him.

"What's going on," I whisper to him. He tries to scoot over so I can fit in as well under the small car.

"There's a group of walkers coming at us," he says afraid. I can feel the fear radiate from him and take his hand in mine by instinct. I don't exactly know why I did it, but I did. Maybe it was a dog kind of thing to do; to comfort people.

We both can't fit under the small car without one of us being still on the outside partially, and I knew I couldn't leave him in this kind of state so I transform into my white wolf form. I get closer to him so I'm fully under the car. I keep my head on my paws and wait for the walkers to pass. I hear their sloppy footsteps and my heart races in anticipation. What would happen if they caught us?

I see next to us, the little girl Sophia trying to get out from the car she was under. I thought it was safe too but when I see the walker lean down to go under the car, I hear her begin crying and moving away from it. She's out from under the car and she runs to the grass into the forest.

I slither out of my too big clothes and nudge them at Carl to take them. He looks confused at first but seems to get the idea. I nod at him and run to follow Sophia. Jumping over large branches, I feel Rick following me.

"Can you sense her trail?" he shouts after me. I bark in reply and run faster when I smell another biter following where she went. I see her blond short hair and run to follow her. Rick goes ahead of me and catches Sophia in his arms. She lets out a small scream but calms down when she knows its rick. She looks at me with confusion.

"It's Destiny, Sophia, don't worry," Rick says. Sophia is still wary of me and sticks with Rick. I follow them both going down to a stream. We trudge in the water for a minute or so until Rick find a spot for Sophia to stay in.

"Listen Sophia I want you to stay here and hide under these branches," he says to her, "I can't carry you and run from walkers at the same time. I won't be fast enough. I'll come back for you later, but if it seems safe go up the stream and keep the sun on your left shoulder." I look away from them and see a few walkers coming closer from above the stream. Rick sees them too and ushers Sophia under the branches.

"Stay safe, Sophia," he says. He looks back up to the walkers stumbling at us. One of the falls into the creek. If he were still alive he would've broken his ankle, but since he was in this undead form, it didn't matter. He walks through the water, and it slows him, to our advantage. Its mouth opened in hunger and came at us. We ran away, and rick was yelling to get all of the walkers by Sophia away from her. I started barking repeatedly, to help him out. Hearing many more than I assumed were in the forest, I whined and looked up to Rick. He seemed to know why I stopped barking and he stopped yelling. We ran quickly through the forest back up to the highway and saw the rest of the group looking at us expectantly.

"She's not back?" rick asks Carol when she came walking towards us. Carol shook her head and began crying. Lori came over and held her to comfort her. I saw Carl over by Daryl talking to him. I walked over to them while Rick reassured Carol. She was having a mental breakdown. We needed to get moving, because I was positive there would be another heard coming soon

"You didn't find her?" Daryl asks me. My head droops low and I give him an apologetic look. We had to leave her, she couldn't run as fast as Rick or I could, especially not from walkers.

"We're going to go back out and find her right?" Carl asked Daryl. He nods and I bark, asking if I could go.

"You can help us track her," Daryl comments, "so you're coming with me. Come on, let's go."

He pats my head and rubs behind my ears, and even though I'm mostly human I have to admit it felt good. I walk next to him, as if he was the owner and I was the dog. But I'm no normal dog after all. And I think these people here understand imp no ordinary human either.

Daryl interrupts whatever conversation Rick and the others were having, he said, "Destiny and I are going out to look for Sophia. Anyone coming with?"

Rick nods, he follows Daryl and I down off the highway into the forest. The shrubs and trees seem to go on forever. I look up to Daryl and Rick. Their expressions say what we all are thinking.

I really do hope we can find Sophia in this mess.