The truck stops and Glenn and Daryl step out, followed by me. It is just like some holiday picture my friends used to show me. This almost seems unreal after the hell I been threw the last four months. Glenn gestures that I should come with him, the rest of the group is discussing something.

'Rick?' Glenn asks.

A men in a ripped police uniform looks at me and Glenn. He frowns a bit when he sees me.

'Daryl found her in the woods, she was hiding in a tree from Walkers.' Glenn explains.

Rick walks towards me. 'Got any weapons?'

I take the scissors out of my pocket. 'I guess this counts.'

He takes the scissors out of my hand and gives it to flat nose guy. I mean Shane. He looks at me suspiciously before walking towards a fen.

'She can stay here, but she has to sleep in a tent next to Daryl.' Rick says and walks of.

Leaving me and Glenn with the rest of the group. My eyebrow twitches in irritation for a moment, but I nod my head. At least its save here.

'He, little girl.' I turn around to face the blond woman before me.

'Can you shoot?' She asks.

'Andrea!' A older man warns.

'What Dale? We don't need someone here who can't even safe their own ass!' Andrea snaps.

I look dead serious at the blond. She is saying this to me, while she probably can't even survive a week out there alone.

'I can shoot.' Everybody jumps up from my voice.

People used to say that my voice is loud and scary when I'm serious. I can't deny it.

'Good.' Andrea says before walking away.

The older man, Dale, waves at me before following her. Glenn introduces me to the rest of the group, their names are short and easy to remember. Glenn leaves me alone and I walk around a little, happy that I don't have to watch my back for Walkers every second.

'He, kid.' I recognise the southern accent.

I turn around to see Daryl walking from the woods, he doesn't looks amused. He grasps my arm and pulls me with him back to the woods.

'What is it redneck!?' I say irritated from him calling me a kid.

Daryl stops at a tent, a tent in a bag and a old campfire. He takes the bag and pushes it in my arms, the heavy tent insight almost throwing me to the ground.

'Set up your own tent.' He growls and sits down in front of his tent.

I glare at him before opening the bag and holding it open towards the ground. The tent falls out of it with a silent bam. I mess around with the plastic standards and orange fabric. I trip over my own feet and get stuck in the tent. I hear Daryl laughing his ass of while I struggle to get the tent of off me. After a while I hear footsteps coming closer. Daryl struggles to get me up my feet. The tent is curled around me like a snake. Eventually Daryl pulls me out of the tent mess and falls right to the ground, pulling me with him.

'How the hell did you survive this long?' He growls and rubs the back of his head.

I grin and stand up, holding out my hand.

'Don't try to be funny.' He snaps at me.

I chuckle and look at the tent while Daryl stands up. He pushes me away from it before I can try to set it up again.

'Il do it. Damn your more dangerous than a Walker.' Daryl starts to set up the tent.

I huff and look around a bit until the tent is set up. The forest is silent and there is no sign of Walkers, but that can change as soon as it becomes dark.

'Done.' Daryl says irritated.

I frown. The tent is set up perfectly in such little time.

'Did you camp much before this all started?' I question him.

Daryl gives me a look. 'Every idiot knows how to set up a damn tent.'

I glare at him before crawling inside the tent. It's warm now, but it will be much colder in the night.