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AN: Okay, last night's episode of the Walking Dead was just too awesome. Who else agrees? I loved it so much because it focused on the Governor and his journey after the fall of Woodbury. It also gave me an idea for a fanfic! But I probably won't go through with it because it will turn out to be AU with Governor/Philip and Carol…lmao.

Also, thank you everyone for your wonderful reviews. You are the reason why Chapter 2 is out. :)

Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Chapter II
Daryl

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Daryl Dixon is an excellent hunter and an ace at tracking. When it comes down to surviving, Daryl knows his game.

That is why he doesn't hesitate when he tells Rick that he's leaving to search for Carol. Rick was against the idea, he didn't want him to leave their group, but Daryl really didn't give a damn what Rick wanted at that moment.

The conversation plays in his head as he drives his motorcycle down the road, searching for his lost friend.

Rick was found out in the yard securing the damaged part of the fence. Daryl couldn't shake that feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling he would get when something just didn't sit right with him. Hershel reassure him that Carol was okay, but the feeling wouldn't go away.

"Hey Daryl," Rick said nonchalantly as Daryl got closer.

"Hey." Daryl stopped in front of the former officer, crossbow resting on his shoulder.

"I have something to tell you. It's about Carol." Rick started, gathering his thoughts so he could word what he wanted to say in the right way.

Daryl shifted from one foot to another, "alright. What's up with Carol?"

"Daryl, Carol killed Karen and David. She thought she could stop the infection from spreading. She took their lives.

Daryl was taken aback by that. "What? Nah man, Carol wouldn't do anything like that. She tell ya that herself?"

Rick nodded. "She admitted it to me yesterday." The aging man didn't know any other better way than to tell him, so he says, "We went out on a supply run to the nearest town south of here. I told her not to come back with me. Daryl, Carol is no longer welcome here for what she did to members of our own group. She's exiled. And if Tyrese fou-"

Daryl snapped, cutting Rick off, "You left her out there alone?"

Rick shook his head, "I gave her a car with food and water. She has a gun to protect herself. Carol is a strong woman. She can make it out there on her own."

Daryl growled angrily and turned on his heels, heading toward his bike. "I'm gonna find her."

"Daryl!" Rick called out to his friend. "We need you here!"

Daryl didn't stop or turn around. He jumped on his bike. Michonne, who is very good at eavesdropping, nodded at Daryl once and opened the gate, allowing him to exit.

That was two days ago and here he is flying down the countryside looking for a woman he isn't sure is still alive

He narrows his eyes and pushes that thought from his head.

Rick basically sent her out here to die and Daryl was beginning to dislike his good friend for that.

He soon comes upon a walker sprawled out in the gutter, a huge gash in its forehead from a recent knife stabbing. He stops his bike next to it and notices the tire tracks in the dirt. They were fresh.

Daryl continues down the road for eight miles before he sees something that catches his attention.

In the middle of the road is a walker, completely disfigured. By the looks of the tire marks on its face, Daryl could tell that it was a hit and run, except the vehicle that hit this thing isn't too far from the scene of the crime.

Daryl kicks out the kickstand on his bike and dismounts, inspecting the abandon vehicle more closely. The engine is still warm but blown, the impact must have been devastating to the car. He withdraws his crossbow from where it was positioned on his back and carefully aims it at the vehicle. He is always cautious, never knowing what might pop out.

After a keep sweep around the vehicle and seeing nothing, he lowers his weapon. Daryl opens the car door. The keys are still in the car and a light red substance sprinkles the seat. He thinks nothing of it and searches the vehicle for anything that may come in handy. As he searches, a faint and familiar scent finds its way to his nostrils.

Carol, the word drifts through his mind and without a second thought, he knew that this is the vehicle Rick gave her when he left her out here all by herself.

He wanted to punch Rick in the face when he told him about Carol. Their fuckin friend! So what if she killed Karen and David? Daryl refuses to believe that she would just kill them without a solid reason. She would never just murder them in cold blood, Carol isn't like that.

That was when he really took notice of the blood that dotted the driver's seat.

Daryl curses out loud, straightens up and looks in all directions to see if anything sticks out to him. Maybe if he searches long and hard enough, a sign on her whereabouts might come forth.

And that's when he sees it, as if answering his prayers, not that Daryl Dixon prays.

He grabs his sachet off the bike and walks towards a trail that leads into a national park. He crouches down and picks up a cloth he recognizes as hers. She must have walked in this direction after she abandoned the car.

Daryl also sees a footprint in the dirt trail. It is small so it probably belongs to her. He dangles two long fingers over the shoe print, envisioning Carol walking down this way.

Daryl looks down the trail shrouded by overgrown trees and foliage and knew she is down there somewhere. The expect hunter readjusts his crossbow and starts his journey down the winding path. He still has daylight, so he hurries to find his missing friend.

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After three hours of walking, the sun begins to set and it doesn't take long before the moon replaces it in the sky. The wind picks up. Daryl isn't too thrill to be out here in the middle of nowhere without an adequate source of light. He wanders down the trail a few more yards before coming across a ranger's cabin.

It is unusually quiet and the hair on the back of his neck stands up. Daryl readies his crossbow as he slowly approaches the cabin with caution. The cabin is small, barely large enough to fit three people comfortably. The door has a small rectangular window and one large window on the side. Daryl scrutinizes the outside a little longer.

The cabin is stationed in the middle of a large clearing. It has been so long since the wooden building has had any type of maintenance done to it as plants and weeds are beginning to cover the structure. It may not be much, but it might just be what he needs to survive the night.

As he moves in closer, a noise catches his attention.

It came from inside the cabin.

Daryl aims his crossbow at the door as he continues to move closer. Once he is two inches in front of the door, he reaches a hand out to touch the doorknob. The steel knob is cool under his skin and he twists it until he hears a gentle click. The door opens out. He quickly flings the door all the way open to reveal what is inside.

What he sees causes him to lower his crossbow, almost dropping it. His heart nearly stops as he stands there.

"Carol?"

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CUT TO COMMERCIAL

Okay, I know that this is short (really short, shorter than my last chapter) but my producer said to cut to a commercial. Don't worry; the next chapter should be out sooner than you can say "The Walking Dead Marathon!"

But don't try it. It might not work right away. :)

I have at least two more pages written, but I think I save all the good stuff for the next chapter.(Next chapter's packed with Caryl goodies)

Please leave me a review. I love to know what you think.

I'm also thinking of renaming this story. Any suggestions? And who wants to create a cover for my fic? I would love you forever! :)