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Molly watched as Chris tried to get more comfortable without hurting her leg anymore. Daryl was still pacing around outside with his crossbow. Molly still wasn't sure if she trusted him. She really was grateful for him helping Chris but he was still a man and Molly didn't trust men anymore.

"So, what now?" Molly asked Chris.

"I don't know, I guess whatever Daryl says." Chris answered. Molly didn't say anything. She just stared at Chris and grinded her teeth together, something she did when she was thinking or mad. Chris continued. "Look, I know you're not too fond of men right now, either am I. Hell, after our group I would have been okay never seeing another man again. Daryl doesn't seem like he is like them though. He may come off a little rough but not dangerous."

Molly shook her head. "You are way too trusting Chris. All men are the same now. He's just putting on a show to get your trust, just like the others did. Things will change, you'll see."

Seeing Molly wasn't going to change her mind, at least not today, Chris decided to change the subject. "I'm hungry. Do you want to go see what is in that cupboard over there? Whoever was here before left some food."

Molly got up and walked to the cupboard, looking through what was there. There was some canned fruit, spaghettios, soups, water and soda. Most of the food was outdated but no one cared anymore about stuff like that. Molly pulled out can of speghettios and peaches and divided it in half. She grabbed a water for Chris and sat it and the food on the floor next to her.

"Hey Molly, you want to go get Daryl? He hasn't eaten all day either." Chris said.

"Not really. I put food in the kitchen for him. He'll come in when he's ready. Besides, I'm not his bitch." Molly said sitting down. She looked up at Chris to see she was glaring at her. Molly sighed and stood up. "Fine. I'll go get him."

Molly got up and walked outside. She didn't see Daryl anywhere so she started looking around by the woods where she last saw him. She heard a noise behind her and turned around. She jumped when she saw a rabbit come out of the woods. Molly shook her head, laughing quietly at being scared by a rabbit. She turned around to look for Daryl only to come face to face with his crossbow. She held her breath as he shot it, hitting the rabbit.

"Hello dinner." Daryl said. Molly scrunched up her face at the thought. "What? Ain't ya ever had rabbit?"

"No and honestly, I don't plan on eating it now either." Molly said.

"Fine. Then don' eat it. Ya ain't my problem so I don' care what or if ya eat." Daryl spit out. He walked over and picked up the rabbit and pulled the arrow out. "What the hell ya doin' walkin' around out here by yourself anyway?"

"Chris made me come out to tell you there's food in the kitchen for you if you want it. Obviously you don't really need it though. You're probably not use to eating food you buy at a store anyway. I bet you and your trailer trash friends just had hunting parties to feed your trailer park, didn't you?" Molly said. Daryl glared at her.

"Don' talk like ya know me! Ya don' know nothin' 'bout me!" He yelled at her. Molly pointed her finger at him, moving it up and down.

"It's not that hard to guess. You're all the same. You're nothing but a stupid, racist redneck. You grew up trailer trash and everyone probably hated you. The only girls you ever got were trashy or ones you paid. That crossbow you carry around with you is probably the nicest thing you own. That is assuming it's actually yours. How did I do?" Molly asked. Daryl stared at her for a second, debating saying anything.

"Take this inside." Daryl said.

Daryl shoved the dead rabbit in Molly's hand before he walked into the woods. Molly groaned as she looked at the rabbit and started back towards the house. Chris looked up at Molly as she walked in the front door.

"Did you find Daryl?" Chris asked. Molly nodded.

"Not sure he'll be in to eat though. He was a little busy but he gave me this." Molly said, holding up the rabbit for Chris to see. Molly smiled.

"Daryl went hunting I see. Wait until you try it. Never thought I would like rabbit or squirrel but in the past few days, I've tried both and they aren't too bad." Chris said as Daryl walked in.

"Where's my rabbit?" He asked Molly. She held it out for him which he quickly took and went into the kitchen with Molly right behind him.

"So, what's your plan?" Molly asked Daryl who was cleaning the rabbit and couple squirrels he got in the sink.

"Plan for what?" He asked without looking at her.

"Come on, you're suppose to be the man here right? That means you make all the calls. Are we just going to stay here forever? What are we doing? What's your plan?" Molly asked again.

"I already told ya, ya ain't my problem. I don' care what ya do. Besides, I'm just a stupid, racist redneck 'member. Trailer trash like me ain't smart enough to get us through shit like this." Daryl said. Molly sighed.

"Look, I don't like you and I don't trust you but Chris does. She seems to think you have everything figured out. She thinks you're going to get us through this, at least until she's healed enough for us to be on our own." Molly said. Daryl dropped what he was doing to look at her.

"You're really gonna wander 'round on your own? Ya two would never make it, ya know that right?" Daryl told her.

"Really? How do you know that? You don't know us. You don't know what we are capable of." Molly snapped at him.

"Ya know how to hunt? This food ain't gonna last ya long and if ya don' hunt, ya gotta find supplies. Either way, ya gotta know how to shoot. Ya know how to shoot?" Daryl asked. Molly shook her head. "Well, I know Chris don' know how to shoot either so looks like you're fucked then huh?"

Daryl turned back to what he was doing so Molly walked out of the kitchen. Even though she didn't like Daryl, she knew he was right. Molly and Chris would never make it on their own, even if Chris's leg was healed. They need Daryl, not that she would ever tell him that. She walked into the living room and sat down beside Chris, who was reading a book that was in the bag Molly and Daryl brought to the house. Molly grabbed the bag with her stuff in it and started looking through it for clean clothes. After grabbing a shirt and pants, she stood up and went upstairs to change and look around the house a little bit. She wanted to make sure she knew where everything was and where any exists were in case walkers showed up.

Looking around, she saw there were three bedrooms and one bathroom. The bathroom had a window but it was too small for anyone to climb through. All of the bedrooms had windows though and it looked like all of the windows were easy to climb out of, thanks to the porch roof. Now they just needed to figure out what to do with Chris. Daryl made it very clear he didn't want to help so Molly figured it was up to her now.

TWD

After Daryl finished in the kitchen, he went to the living room to find Chris still reading but Molly missing. Daryl sat down across from Chris with his food.

"Where's the pain in the ass?" He asked Chris between bites. Chris looked up from her book.

"Upstairs changing. She's being mean again?" Chris asked. Daryl didn't say anything, he just kept eating. Chris nodded and sighed. "You know, she isn't always like that. She use to always be nice and was very trusting of everyone. There were three of us when we first met the group we were with, Molly, Jenna, and me. The group came off nice enough. They told us it was safe with them. The men protected the women and children of the group as well as made sure there were enough food and supplies for everyone. Jenna and I didn't trust them, something felt off but Molly talked us into going with them. We quickly found out the group wasn't what they said. They take women on supply runs and send them in buildings first. They think women are more of a liability than an asset and there's no reason to put the men at risk. There are also men who think the women were put in the group for their entertainment, forcing them to do what they want."

"Don' sound like a very good group to be with." Daryl said quietly. "What 'bout the kids?"

"As far as we know, the kids were safe. After Jenna got killed on a supply run, we decided to leave. Being on our own was safer than being with the group. Molly blames herself for Jenna and everything the group did. Now she doesn't trust anyone and thinks she doesn't need anyone. She'll come around though I think. Just give her time."

Daryl looked out the window as he thought. He didn't know how any man could treat a woman like that. He had to watch his dad and brother treat women like that and he never understood why they did it. One thing he knew for sure, he wasn't going leave them alone to get killed, whether Molly trusted him or not.