The car drove into a greenway high on a hill overlooking a valley. On the other side of the valley the woods they had fled were covered in a ceiling of yellowwoods and oaks. Michonne exited the car with Rick and contemplation crossed his face as he looked around the park area seemingly clear of walkers.

"It's as good a place as any." He looked out over the bluff.

"The woman needs stitches," Michonne replied.

"Trunk's got a kit, he can use what he needs but we're leaving them tomorrow."

Michonne stood hesitant at his colder than normal decision. Taking notice he glanced from her to Carl who jumped out of the car and led Levi to the trunk of the vehicle. They rummaged through bags until he found a small first aid kit, water, and a camp pot. With a sigh he mumbled as he left Michonne, "Take Carl to help secure a perimeter before it gets too dark."

Daryl still held the woman who was going in and out of unconsciousness in the car as Levi took out his lighter and ran it under a metal cup with water, a fish hook, and fishing wire until it began to boil. With the fishing wire he threaded the hook carefully in the back seat of the car.

"Barbed hook?" Daryl asked.

"All there was." Levi carefully stitched the small bullet hole and the gash on the outside of her thigh. Worry didn't leave Levi's expressions as he waited for a shrill jolt or scream from her but there was nothing. Carl probed questions to her silence until Rick called him to set up camp with Michonne. He took more rags and laid them across the woman's stomach below Daryl's arm which lay across her anterior cut. "Okay, let's see it." Levi pulled her down till her head was on the seat and Daryl took his arm off exposing material saturated in blood. The gash wasn't as deep as he imagined. As he lifted the fabric cool air met her wound and she began to stir awake. Her hands ran up her stomach. Before her fingers reached the open cut Daryl grabbed her and stared at Levi.

"I ain't holdin' her all day."

"Wire slipped out." He made a small effort to rinse the black walker fluid and red human blood from under his fingernails before he began. The large hook slowly punctured her white flesh on one side and then through the other. Her faced winced as he tied a surgeons knot in the first suture. This was his first time he had stitched a wound and his hands shook slightly but steadied after the first three. The injury he watched being sewn up months before was much deeper but he still applied the same technique and knotting, assured it would stop the hemorrhaging.

Daryl kept an eye on Carl and Michonne between Levi's deep breaths after each stitch. There was hesitation he knew what he was doing but the care at which he took with the woman made Daryl recognize something trusting and good in them both. The woman would claw and squeeze his forearm when she was conscious from the pain using all effort not scream or make any noise to attract the undead resulting in shallow enough breathing to illicit a fainting spell. The skin on her face and neck were beaded with sweat and when she would pull his arms down to try and talk to Darly her whispers were only puffs of air. Soon her strength was gone and the last suture was tied.

After he cleaned her up with a few rags Levi and Daryl situated her in the car when she drifted into sleep. He was exhausted and sat on the ground trying to rub away his growing headache. Neither he nor his partner had come across food in a few days and it was now reaching into the smaller crevices of his brain.

Michonne stood watch on the other side of the car with her katana by her leg. Rick, Daryl, and Carl had a small fire started and passed around a bottled water.

"I know what you are wanting to do," Carl said out of earshot to Levi and the car. "We won't leave them here." Rick looked to Daryl and scratched his beard which was now as thick as the hair on his head. New blood meant new unknowns and though the woman had saved Carl's life he was still apprehensive about their possible intentions for such a debt. He had built a stronger protection around his family against outsiders that seemed less penetrable to empathy in these new days of survival. Even if he believed they were good people, what could they be running from, moreover, what could be following them. They needed to move fast and felt more people would slow their progress especially one who was as injured and in need of care as the woman.

"Ask them." Carl stood. "Go, ask them!"

"Carl," Rick replied with a pleading expression.

Calmly Carl walked to Levi nursing his headache. "How many walkers have you killed?"

Confused by the sudden appearance and question Levi threw out an estimate he deemed close enough. "Stopped counting after two-hundred."

Rick and Daryl approached their conversation listening intently. Daryl watched Levi's body language. It was somewhat submissive as he stayed sitting below Carl who kindly interrogated him as he probed with the more personal questions.

"How many humans have you killed?"

"Since the turn, fourteen."

"Why?"

He hesitated before his answer and drew in a breath. "Thirteen out of self-defense. One…I did what I had to to save a group."

"Since the turn?" Daryl spoke up with concern in his voice.

"I am, was, a contract Special Ops officer for the U.S. military. I had my fair share before this thing started." Levi answered and looked to Daryl who motioned his head toward the sleeping woman in the car.

Realizing what he was asking in the gesture he stood and packed up the small backpack. "She's probably killed as many walkers as any of us combined. She can't shoot worth a hell though, don't let her convince you otherwise, 'cause she'll try."

"Her name is Sky?" Carl asked.

"Skylar Wolfthal."

"She ops too?" Rick asked.

Levi finished with the backpack and held it out to Rick. "No. I don't know what she is."

"She ain't mute." Daryl added.

"We've only been together for a few months. Efficient team. She never talked about what she did before, frankly, didn't care too much to ask. Old lives in the new world are just that, old." He rolled down his shirt sleeves and put on his jacket carefully pulling it over his injured arm. "I appreciate the kit. But I gather you you aren't wanting to take us to your group."

No one said anything.

"You said you knew someone who could sew her up. Figured you changed your mind when we stopped here."

"Understand we appreciate you helping us out, now, we do," Rick began expressing his gratefulness and hesitation in hand gestures.

"They don't trust you." Carl spoke up. "They don't have a reason to." He turned to Daryl and Rick shadowing Levi. "But I do."

Daryl and Rick didn't take their gaze from Carl who's determined face grew a sternness neither had seen before. On the other side of the car Michonne heard the exchange and a slight half-grin painted her face.

The two strangers didn't have intentions to join a new group, however, with the encroachment of this military group Levi knew their chances, especially Skylar's, were better in numbers. He didn't know the group dynamic they had just stepped into but was certain Rick must be the leader.

Rick slowly nodded his head, and turned back towards the fire with nothing more to say. He fixed himself up something similar to a sleeping bag on the ground and pulled his coat up around his neck as he listened further to their conversation.

"We're both good with weapons and if you want us to go at any time we will."

"You won't need to." Carl replied.

Levi checked on Skylar and felt her head as she mewled and tossed in her sleep. "She'll need antibiotics soon."

"We'll find a place." Daryl said as he walked over toward Rick.

Carl knelt on his knee and observed her along with Levi. "She'll be okay?"

"I don't know." Levi noticed the worry in his face. "I owe her too," he said as he tapped him on the arm.

With a last look to Skylar, Carl left to take watch for awhile with Michonne. They talked but their mumbles reached no one else's ears. Levi reclined the front seat to sleep for the night. Before he dosed off he turned to see Skylar blinking awake. He flipped over and adjusted the blanket around her shoulders. "I know you're in pain, but you have to stay quiet."

Her mind raced with the events of the previous hours but she couldn't remember where she was. She saw Levi and remembered seeing his face as he hovered over her stomach. Her head pounded and a quick fear of walkers surprising them sunk deep in her chest which she clutched over the blankets.

"We're safe till morning," he said, "Skylar, just relax."

"Am I still in the car?" she asked relaxing her arm down, feeling her tomahawk still on her hip.

"Yeah."

"Did they leave us?"

"Still here. Think the kid, Carl, had something to do with that." Levi rested his head back. "His dad and the crossbowman didn't seem too thrilled but we'll at least be able to stay with them long enough for you to get healed."

"Rick and Daryl. And you so sure I'm not going to die?" She felt her own head and moved her legs with a few whimpers.

"Of course you are. Just not anytime soon."

Exasperated with adjusting to a more comfortable position she sighed and went motionless, giving in to her tired muscles and sore body.

Daryl was tired but made efforts not to show it. After he checked in with Michonne and Carl he settled in for sleep but couldn't look away from the fire Rick starred in as well.

"I know she saved him, but that don't mean nothing anymore. Not anymore." Rick confessed, his tone bargaining and searching.

"It's not your debt," Daryl said laying his head down and closing his eyes, "It's his."