A/N :: WOW. Chapter 3 already!? Finally actually got some free time, peaceful quiet time. YES. :D I hope you enjoy, as promised Chapter 3 should be longer than Chapter 2. c: ~ I hope you like it...I recently had wrote this and it all got deleted. :( I am soooo upset about that. There was no way to recovery it and I hardly remember most of I could remember, so hope you like.

"Daryl! Breakfest is ready!"

Daryl had just woke up, letting the light pour into his tent as his eyes adjusted to it. He had just got three hours of sleep after a long night watch. Most sleep he's got in forever. He was happy to get it,but it felt like nothing as his bones started to cramp, telling him to rest longer. Reluctantly ignoring him as hunger took over. Picking up his crossbow and a knife, he stepped out of the tent, to find his plate beside T-Dog's. He walked over and sat down at the picnic table they found in the attic of Hershal's house not too long ago. They we're having damn eggs again. For some reason, Hershal's chickes had the most disgusting eggs Daryl had ever tasted. He hated them.

"Urg. Damn eggs again." He grunted as T-Dog gulped his down next to him.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" he asked, wiping his mouth. T-Dog was always a messy eater.

"Best i've had in the last fuckin' days" he muttered, taking a slow bite of the eggs. Only to spit them out on the dirt.

At that same moment, Lori and Carol walked over, sitting across from the men.

"I see you woke up. How's breakfest?" Carol asked as Daryl took another bite of the horriable eggs.

"Damn right shitty" he growled. He was hunger as hell, but these eggs weren't going to help his hunger die down.

"I'm sorry for that. All we have now a days" Lori told him, eating her own eggs reluctantly. Carol just stared at hers. She hated the eggs as well, always hesitating before taking a bite.

"I'd rather eat shit" he huffed at her as T-Dog got up and accompined Glenn on watch "Taste better than these damn eggs anyways"

"Well, then go find yourself your own shit" she told him, narrowing her eyes "our shit isn't what you like, if thats what you want" she walked away with her and T-Dog's empty plates.

Carol let out a sigh and got up "It's ok. I don't like them either" she picked up his and her plate and let the eggs drop on the ground "stay safe today" as the last thing she told him, before walking away to clear their plates.

He watched her go, then picked up his crossbow and swung it over his shoulder. Checking his belt to find his hunting knife on one side and a handgun on the other side, fully loaded. He got up and walking to the woods. Time to search for Sophia.

"Sophia!"

Daryl had been at the search for hours now, coming across a small shed house, old and out-of-shape. He walked over to it, called out Sophia's name first. But when he saw no movement or word of reply, he walked right up to the house, kicking the door down.

He raised his crossbow as he watched slowly inside. Blood marked the floor and smeared the walls. And as he made his way to the back door, he stopped dead in his tracks. A small handprint was smeared on the door. Only the size of about a teenage girl as the looks of it.

"You've been here...?" Daryl whispered softly, half to himself, half to Sophia who wasn't there to hear him. If this was even Sophia who was here.

Daryl opened the door. There was a trail of blood/mud. He reluctantly followed it. If this was Sophia, then she was bleeding. Either from getting bit/scratched or some other possiable way. He hoped for it to be the fact that she just hurt herself. But there was a lot of blood and by the tracks, she had stumbled some times, limping at others, trying to run at some points and even dragging herself also. Then Daryl stopped. Another set of tracks we're following hers. And by the looks of it, a Walker. He could see how it slowly dragged its way over to her, dragging a broken-ankle foot along the dirt. More blood followed and then there was millions of footprints as he stepped out into a open area. It was a dirt clearing, but he turned to a arena by the looks of it. The only tracks visiable we're Sophia and the Walker. Sometime's Daryl caught sight of his tracks as he spun around to examine the outbrake. It was a fight. Sophia must had got tired from all the running and moving, she panicked and tried to fight back. Blood and mud smeared the ground and he could see marks where the Walker and even Sophia had fell. Then he saw something under a bush. He looked closer, it was a women. Dead. All bloody and half-jawed. With a broken ankle and absent clouded eyes. The Walker. There was a stick in his head, that seemed to be beat in over ten times. Sophia did it. Sophia killed the Walker. But where was Sophia?

"Sophia!" Daryl yelled out, he was close. This was recent, no flys or animals we're at the Walker yet nor was it rotting, it was fresh. Killed within' a few hours or less. Sophia was close. Around here. He was going to find her. Fuck, he was.

Then he heard leaves russeling and a moaning came from behind him, he spun around to find a short-dirt-blonde haired young girl, covered with blood and mud. Dirt and guts covered her shirt. Her skin smeared in dark red blood and big clots of mud strayed across her and in her hair. Her hair covered in mud and water but was not that knotted up. She was wet at some point, her clothes soaked and she shivered. It was Sophia. It really was Sophia. Her huge blue eyes stared at him with horror and fear. Damn, he found her. Found Sophia. The poor fuckin' thing was as thin to the bone.

"D-Daryl?" she asked softly and raspingly. She had been crying, her eyes blood-shot red as well as glossy wet. She had been limping and when he looked at her ankle, it was twisted. Not broken but she had a bad sprain. She must have been running and tripped over something. A gash ran along her cheek, not too deep, but up for stitches. Then he noticed her shoulder, a deep thick hole-like gash was laid across the body flesh. Blood still oozed out, it was fresh. Recent. Just like the walker. Was she bit? Oh fuck, she was bit.

"Sophia. It's me. Daryl" he whispered softly, reaching out a hand for her, but she collasped, fainted.

He picked her up, she reeked of forest and blood. Sweat and gore. He felt her head, she wasn't running a fever or nothing, but as he felt her there, he looked closer at the gash. It was clear, that teeth had done it. She was bit. Something tore into her, bit her. Shit. She was bit.

He gasped in horror and slung his crossbow over his shoulder as well, started to pace himself as he ran back to the farm.

She was bit. Fuck it. Carol would be so upset now. She was bit.

"Carol?" Lori's soft whisper came. It had been hours and Daryl hasn't returned yet. They all started to get worried. Maggie and Hershal taking watch. After the barn house incident, they made sure to get rid of every walker they saw. They believed Rick now. Carol was just happy Sophia didn't step out of that barn.

Carol looked up, she had been cleaning her pocket knife. Daryl had given her a pocket knife a few days ago just to keep in her pocket just in case all her other weapons we're tooken away. She recently used the knife to cut up a peach she had picked off a peach tree she found just this morning. It was the only peach still good on the tree. And it was juicy and messy. She wiped at her knife violently, the juice woul stain if she didn't hurry.

"Yes?" she asked, not looking up from her work.

"You doing fine? I know Sophia hasn't been found yet...but Daryl hasn't come back. Have you got any sense of doubt she's living?" she asked hesitation clear in her voice.

"Daryl knows what he's doing. He trusts and believes Sophia is still out there. I believe him for that. Let him search. I would do the same for him" Carol quietly told Lori as she continued her work. Some pregnant women was not going to stop the search. She has a son and if it was Carl who was out there, she damn sure wouldn't stop searching.

"Ok" as all Lori said and she walked away.

Good, she didn't want Lori around right now. She was mad, how could everyone give up so easily? So Sophia really not mean much to them? What if it was Rick or T-Dog. Carl or Lori herself. Glen, Maggie or Hershal? Or even Daryl. They would search for them. Carol would atleast try her hardest. Same goes with Sophia. And herself as well. No one would stop her.

Then a yell came from the fence.

"Carol!"

Carol turned around. It was Daryl, Sophia unconcious in his arms. He found her. He really found her, she forgot all about their fight that had and ran straight for them, taking Sophia out of his arms.

"Oh my girl! You poor thing, Sophia..." she whispered, holding her tight.

Daryl pointed to her shoulder "Carol...she's been bit" he told her softly.

Carol stared at the deep gash on her shoulder, no arguing with him, because he was right. She was bit. All she could say was no, she softly whispered no and started to cry. Staring at her exhaused daughter in her arms as Daryl put his hand on Carol's shoulder, trying to calm her.

It was over. Sophia was bit.

A/N :: Well, what a ending for Chapter 3! Cliffhanger, yes it is! Sorry! I know you might hate me for it. :D But i'm happy about it. I love making cliffhangers, because that means you guys stay with me and keep reading! :D

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