A/N: I hate season finales with a loathing passion, cliff-hangers will always and forever be the breaking point of my sanity of life. I think I drove my roommate insane complaining about how it 'couldn't end that way' and/ or 'It's not fair, life is to cruel'. What did you guys think of the last episode? Oh, and for those who haven't watched it yet, "Beware". Anywho, another chapter up, hopefully enough to satisfy you guys. Keep up the great reviews, I love each an every one of them. Would defiantly appreciate some help on further chapter.

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The day stretched on, the sun high in the sky with a suspicion of rain clouds looming over the barren wasteland of the once busy highway. The wind was soft, a nice breeze playing in the air bringing the roads occupants a nice refreshing shield against the heat waves. A few birds flew back and forth scouting for their next sight of a brave rodent daring to cross the abandoned roads.

Making small sounds as their feet scurried through the multiple vehicles they had previously inhabited. Survival of the fittest, everywhere and always will be, everyone looking over their shoulder to protect either themselves or their family. That was how it is and that was how it always was, to be honest the only thing that changed was the eating-of-flesh part.

Dull blue eyes stared out into the horizon from the small window, hazy reality staring back at her, willing her to feel something, pity, guilt, anger but nothing came to her. She felt numb, dead inside, she didn't know what to think or what to feel, how she was suppose to feel and how she did were on completely different levels. One was suppose to feel sad after a loss, grieve over their deaths and give in the to gut feeling of anger you had at not being able to change what had already happened. Yet, as she sat there running it all through her head she felt…nothing.

Regardless of how much her life she owed to them, it seemed it had all slipped away. That they hadn't existed in the first place, like she had made up the last few years of her life and was now finally waking up to the hell the world really was.

Regretfully Kayla moved her sore legs over as she propped herself into a sitting positon against the cool wall of the Winnebago letting out a sigh of frustration. A disgusting feeling of pain shot from the wound on her stomach every time she even tried to shift her body. It had almost killed her when she had slipped out this morning when the sun first started to rise only to be caught by one of the people moving about outside, packing up their stuff, sleeping bags, tents, loading stolen food from other vehicles into their own. This predicament hadn't even crossed her mind as of yet this morning.

"Hungry?".

Just like clockwork the tan, southern, former cop; from what he had told her, entered the small area she sat in carrying a small plate of food that he had immediently passed to her which she stared at with slight confusion. "Just some berries, Lori found them in the woods" he explained remembering that she couldn't pick out those details herself and taking food you don't know from a complete stanger wasn't a smart idea.

She seemed to have accepted his answer causing Rick to believe that he had at least, at the very least earned a small amount of trust from the girl. Which made his next few questions a little easier to ask.

"Were packing up, hitting the road within the next few hours" he said like she hadn't already figured that out from the sounds she could hear through the window. All morning people had been shuffling around grabbing up their stuff and shoving it in the vehicles. She didn't move, not even a shrug to inform him she was even listening, however he continued on, choosing his next words very carefully.

"What do you want to do?".

This time, acknowledging his existence the girl tunred her mysterious eyes on him with a sort of blank irritation and confusion. It was quite obvious, even to her that regardless of her answer to his question he had already planned on how to counteract it, argue it and make her think differently on what he knew she was going to say. He wanted her to go, that much was plain to see, he took pity on her, knew she didn't stand even a the slightest of a chance at surviving out here by herself with her conditions. She would last maybe a day at the most before ending up either blowing a hole through her skull or becoming one of them.

Kayla knew it too, her survival rate was lower then even the average city folk.

So basically she didn't have much of a choice, she was an almost blind, wounded 20 year old girl with no ability, or want, to shoot a weapon and he was a trained, highly persuasive, cop who has lots of experience getting people to see things his way.

"Doesn't really matter what I want, does it?" she said keeping her stare focused on him. By now she could tell he had tan skin and dark brown hair that curled naturally atop his head. However she could neither tell his eye colour or read his expression which she guess was smiling.

She was smart, more so then he though she would be, being a young girl with problems like her's but Rick had leanred to never judge a book by it's cover, ever. He knew nothing about her, nothing about her life except that it was obvious it wasn't full of fairytales and daisies.

"Guess you've figured that out, but I don't want to go forcing ya into goin' if I don't have too, but I will" he said letting the tone of his voice take on a cheery, playful expression and it paid off, for the first time he got to witness, the corners of her lips pulling into a small smile, even if it seemed she was forcing herself not to find him even remotely humerous.

"I'd just be causing you and your group problems", the smile was gone as soon as reality did a double take and hit her again. Already they had to take care of two children, she could hear them playing by the camper, and multipe other people, she would be a liability, useless, what could she ever do to prove helpful to them. It would be exactly the same as always, she could never help anyone. Rick sighed rubbing his hand over his face, "you shouldn't have to earn your keep, not with us".

Kayla didn't know what to say, she apparently wasn't expecting his answer to have such an effect on her. She was more so hoping he would realize she was useless and pointless to help and would leave her be but once again she was surprised by the man's kindness. "How about we go outside and get you some fresh air, you look like you need some" He said changing the subject after her expression changed to uncomfortable. He was happy to know that his words were getting to her after all.

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"That's all the gas we need" Dale said wearing his tan fishing hat and another of his visibly preferred shirts of Hawaiian palm trees and drinks. Glenn nodded as he stretched his back out and wiped the sweat building up on his forehead with the back of his hand, removing his red ball cap to fan cold air on his burning skin. His eyes moving across the small camp, towards the door of the large vehicle where everyone all day had been sneaking glances at.

Most of the caravans curiosity to the strange newcomer had intensified after Rick had let known of her 'condition'. However they hadn't seen one sign of her nor Rick for a while after he went in to give her food.

"It's strange, this whole thing" Glenn said absentmindedly to Dale as he popped the cap from a full bottle of water in his hands. "What's that?" Dale asked also taking a break from packing the last few things into his beloved form of transportation.

"What was she doing out here, I mean, alone, what do you think happened to her?" Glenn asked thoughtful, he just couldn't wrap his head around it, she was blind or well she couldn't see very good and on top of that she was pretty beaten up from what Rick had told them. How on earth did she survive any of that. How did one survive any of this like that?

"It it a curious thing, but were not going to know the answers until she's ready to tell them" Dale answered before they were interrupted from their conversation.

"Come on get back to work, we need to be on and on the road soon" Shane ordered with a edge of power drowned out by pure irritation. Shane had yet to get over the fact that they weren't going anywhere until the girl was up and okay. He may not like the lack of authority he had over the matter but nothing he did was going to gain it in his favour.

Suddenly, almost like they knew they were thinking about it, the door of the Winnebago opened as Rick stepped out of it backwards holding on to the hands of their recent traveller.

Everyone turned to stare at the girl who had just emerged from the doorway of the motor home following behind Rick carefully. Her hand was grasped onto Rick's arm like a lifeline as he lead her towards were everyone rested. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs falling to the right side of her pale face. Carol's borrowed clothing hanging off her, a few sizes to large for her small frame.

"Guy's this is Kayla".

Her once upon a time bright blue eyes looked over the scene in front of her, squinting against the sun, so far she could count eight people sitting there staring up at her. It was like your first day at a new school when you walk into the classroom for the first time and she didn't like it one bit.

Kayla could practically feel the pity radiating off the group of people, however, she was surprised when a man, taller then her, shorter then Rick, moved from leaning against the vehicles and held out his hand towards her.

"I'm Dale, it's nice to finally meet you" he said in a rough but kind voice. He had white hair with a matching beard and wore vibrant colours on his clothing with a silly hat she could pick out as a fishing cap from the shape it formed.

Kayla looked down at his hand in that second and for the first time in a long time she felt a sort of safety surround her which aloud her nervous self to stand strong and place her hand in his, accepting her new fate.

After that she met with everyone that was there willing to introduce themselves or allow others to state their names. All around the group of people were an odd mixture of almost every type of person you could think of; old, young, Black, Asian, Southern or Texan. It was almost like watching a reality TV show like survivor which almost made Kayla giggle at the thought.

"Kayla, you mind if Glenn brings you to the RV?" Rick asked after everyone got their fair share of being nosey and satisfying their suspicious nature towards the girl. Kayla looked to the Korean boy who stood from his spot sitting on the hood of a car and made his way over. "Glenn" Rick said looking at him, "Yeah, I can help ya" he said getting the gesture directed at him from the former cop.

Obviously the girl was scared, shy and alone, Glenn was the closest to her age being 24, he was hoping it would ease the transition.

Kayla nodded before taking Glenn' arm; she hated being lead around like a dog, but over time you got tired of tripping up on yourself and learned to live with it. "Thank you" she said looking off to the side not really wanting help at all. "Anytime".

"Daryl, you keep watch, I'm worried after all that racket we caused dropping that car door this morning" Rick said, his voice taking on a polite questioning tone when speaking to the young Dixon. He was by now use to the way Daryl was and ordering him around wouldn't get a thing done. He grunted out a yes before grabbing up his cross bow very aware of the stare he was getting from the black haired early-riser.

The same girl who he had been cautiously staring back at with the same questioning stare.

Kayla stared numbly at the two figures laying on the pavement with a blank look that; to Glenn seemed lost at what to do. The two said figures were clearly from her group of people, Rick and them had figured that out easily enough from the untold scene there bodies told. Boy bitten laying dead on the pavement a bullet through his head belonging to the gun clutched tightly in an older women's lifeless hand.

"We should get going" Glenn said nervously, he didn't know how to act in this kind of situation. Kayla nodded and kept walking without a word glancing back at the two once more before moving on. Reaching the RV Glenn remained outside, giving her the space he knew she needed.

Stepping into the familiar walkway of the large RV she stared at the abandoned and empty room memories flashing before her eyes.

"I win again" Jason hollered happily as he placed down his winning hand of cards; a full house, groans could be heard from the losing players.

"You're a natural at this, could of won some big bucks in Vegas" said Mary who had lost every round. Her kind nature and lack of control over her facial expressions had lost her the game of poker every time they played.

"Yeah, then he would blow it all on something pointless" Brad said collecting all the cards off the table and placing them all back in the box before getting up to put them away before anyone could call another game.

Moving to the counter where Kayla sat his hand brushed over her arm lingering longer then just an accident would allow. Her eyes meeting his dark brown ones with a strong, defiant stare masking the fear she had welling in her mind. "We should get some sleep, leave early in the morning, Jason you're on watch" He said replacing the cards in his hand with a beer, giving Kayla a repulsive smirk before moving to his sleeping chambers in the front seat.

Making her way towards the back she opened the door to the bedroom where her and Jake would sleep, being the youngest of the campers. Jake's joyful smile and care-free attitude flooding her mind and gnawing at her stomach making her feel sick. Laying out there cold on the pavement, sick and changing.

He must have been so scared…..

Moving by memory she dropped to the ground to feel around under the bed for a handle belonging to her black and blue duffel bag. Pulling it from it's confines she, lifting with her legs, stood with it swinging to her side. Heaving it out of the room, not daring another look at the desolate room.

"So, what did you do before this?, the question had obviously taken her off guard and for a moment an emotion of pain and sadness flickered in those strange faded eyes before it was masked and she let out a grunt, dropping the duffel bag on the table.

Glenn knew he had just asked a question that brought up painful memories and regretted it instantly.

"I worked at a diner, made coffee" she said while she threw in multiple things from the cupboards into the black bag. "I sucked at it, could never tell who ordered what" she added cracking a smile his way as he chuckled at the thought of it. " Ya, I hate it when my waitress doesn't remember my face" he said making her let out a snort which was the closest she had gotten to a laugh in a long time. However, the moment was lost as they heard a familiar voice yell.

"WALKERS"

Glenn jumped in the RV grabbing the bag from the girl's hands and swinging it behind him with ease even though it probably weighed more then him. Took hold of the girl's arm and dragged her out of the RV without another second to waste. He could see his groups grabbing up the remainders of their stuff and jumping into the vehicles around them.

Ten or so walkers were running with broken limbs, missing parts, letting out awful moans of hunger at the sight of their latest prey.

"Faster, China'man" Daryl barked as he jumped from the hood of his truck and relieved the boy from the heavy bag, throwing it in the back of the beat up ford ranger, beside the black, sleek motorbike.

"Take her" Glenn said knowing he would regret giving Daryl the girl's hand but in this moment that was all he could do. The camper was farther on and the walkers were coming in close, he wouldn't make it, leading her.

Daryl grabbed the girl's hand and brought her to the passenger side of his truck swinging it open. "Get'n" he said as she jumped in without a word, her face stony and blank of emotion. Daryl watched as Glenn just made it in the door of the Winnebago before a more human looking walker jumped at the closed door. Jumping into the driver seat he rammed the keys in the ignition starting his vehicle with a loud rumble of the engine. Putting it in drive he hit the gas pedal with all his strength jerking the truck forwards moving out in front of the Winnebago that had started to drive down the road. Past the camp site, past the dead walker's and past the RV they went.

"Still wanna stay?"

She turned to the man sitting in front of the steering wheel, he wasn't looking at her, his eyes were trained on the road in front of him. Speeding down the highway, but not fast enough to lose the people following him. "Jus' a question" he added not caring at all at the sensitivity of what he had asked.

"Don't know" she said in a quiet voice returning her blurry gaze towards the window again watching as things blew past them. Daryl looked over her, "Just an answer" she added mocking him causing him to crack a smirk.

Jason, Mary, Jake….. Finally it cam crashing down on her, they were gone and she was never going to see them again. A single tear slid down her pale cheek and landed on black sweater that still smelled like it's owner.

Food For Thought: I'm sorry Daryl isn't 'a big part' of the chapters but don't worry I want this story to be long and I want it to grow into what it's suppose to be so just work with me and trust me when I say he becomes involved soon. Anyways questions. Big question I need to know is that...do you guys think I should follow a bit to the show, i'm 50/50 on wanting to add in Hershel's farm but I'm not sure If I want to or not. Which do you guy's prefer? It could go either way. I can't go on without some question's answered, i'm stumped. Help!

What do you guys think of Kayla's predicament, her character? Imagery, good, bad? What do you think of the small flashback and tidbits of her life before they found her? And anything else you guys want to say or add please let me know in a review!

Preview: They all looked down at the scene with anxious and nervous eyes, they didn't know if this was a good idea; letting someone who couldn't see do something like this. However, they gave her the benefit of the doubt, if Daryl seemed okay with it then they would see what happened.