When Callie woke up, her body felt like she had been hit by a bus. Daryl wasn't in the tent and she guessed he was outside gathering everything up with the others. Callie stretched out, feeling her arms twinge, and reached over to pull on her boots.

She zipped open the door of the tent and walked over to Glenn, who was watching some of the men as they took the red car to pieces. "Look at them, vultures" he said sadly, and Callie hugged him gently. "I'm sure you'll find another one" she said and he nodded once.

Callie looked over at Andrea, who hadn't moved from her spot next to Amy all night. She pitied her and didn't want to imagine how hard it must be knowing Amy was gone. Callie picked up her satchel which was hanging next to Carol's ironing board and headed back to the tent.

She put everything back in her bag - her tins of food for her and Dixie, her extra clothes, her one family photo, some medication she nicked from the pharmacy, ammo for the gun Glenn had given her and a little teddy. She didn't want anyone knowing she had her teddy with her, but she didn't have the strength to leave it behind.

Just as she was packing everything away, she heard a sudden gunshot which frightened her. She shot out of the tent in time to see Andrea caressing Amy's head, and she felt her heart drop a little.

Andrea had shot her own sister. Callie wondered what must have been running through her head the entire time, but shrugged it off when Jacqui yelled something about Jim having a bite.

Callie shot up and Carl ran up to her, clinging onto her hand. She hadn't spent much time with him at all, if any in fact, but they exchanged smiles and pulled faces at each other from time to time.

Callie held onto Carl's hand as the group saw the decent sized bite mark on Jim's torso. "What are they gonna do?" Carl asked, tugging on Callie's hand. "I don't know, maybe take him somewhere safe" Callie answered.

Rick took hold of Jim's arm and led him into the RV. Callie watched as everyone started milling about, packing things into cars and getting everything ready. "Come on, let's go" Daryl muttered into Callie's ear.

She jumped a little at the sound of his voice so close to her ear, and walked over to his truck. The bike was in the back and she smiled slightly at the sight of it.

She looked behind her as the group said goodbye to Morales and his family, and Callie ran up and gave him a hug. "Take care" she said into his ear, and he nodded into her shoulder. She pulled away, gave the family a quick smile and ran back to the truck.

Dixie jumped in and sat on her lap, and the two of them sat there and waited for Daryl to arrive. Callie ran her hands through Dixie's fur, feeling the warmth of his body against her hand. She smiled at her companion, thankful she had him.

Daryl got in the car a few minutes later, muttering about something. "Ready?" he asked, and Callie nodded. He started the truck and drove off, following the rest of the group down the road towards their new destination.

Pre-Apocalypse

"What is it dad?" Callie asked as she walked up the field to her house. "I need you to come inside and look after your sister" her dad said, his brow furrowed with concentration and anguish.

"Awe, what? I was going out to get dinner" Callie whined, but she shut up sharpish when her dad walked out of the room. "Come on you. Let's go out" Callie said to the young snotty specimen next to her.

Callie and her sister Zephy walked down the road, Callie still clutching her bow and arrows. "Dad said we can't go into town because it is dangerous" Zephy said, and Callie rolled her eyes.

"It can't be that ba-" she said, cut off by a piercing scream. Callie looked down the hill and saw everyone running as if they were being chased. She rolled her eyes – some nut was probably drunk again.

She looked behind her and saw her sister run full speed back into her house, and she crouched behind a bin instinctively as she saw something trudge up the hill. A noise escaped the things lips, something in-human that she had never heard in her life.

The thing started to speed up as it saw someone running past it, and in one swift movement, bit a chunk of flesh from the person's shoulder. The person screamed in agony as a few more joined in a feeding frenzy, and Callie stayed rooted to the spot.

Sure she had seen some nasty things, had to cut stuff open before, but this was worse on a whole new scale. She watched as the scene unfolded before her eyes and her feet refused to move from the ground underneath her.

She nearly screamed as she felt a hand wrap around her mouth – it was the butcher. He was a big guy and often nodded at Callie when she bought him meat from the woods, and sometimes threw her a bowl of meat free sneakily.

She had never spoken to him, and didn't know what his voice sounded like. He looked into her eyes and nodded again, establishing the trust between them. He gently helped her up and pulled her down the back roads to her house.

"What am I meant to do?" she asked him, terrified for the first time in her life. The man handed her a note, folded up a few times with other one and pushed her inside her house.

"Zephy? Mum, Dad?" Callie called out as she ran up to her room. She pulled out her brown satchel and opened the note from the big man. She nearly fell over as she read it, feeling sick to the pit of her stomach.

Present

The wind swept through Callie's hair as Daryl drove behind the other cars. "So how did you find macho dog over there" Daryl asked, nodding his head towards the huge German Shepherd that was Dixie.

"Was on a run for food, heard a bark and saw Dixie running towards me" she said as Dixie hung his head out the window, tongue lolling out his mouth at the breeze. "Lucky" Daryl said, and they carried on driving until the RV stopped ahead of them.

"The hell" Daryl muttered. He turned the ignition off and they both stepped out the car, Dixie propping his leg up against the side of the highway to pee. "Hose is out" Dale said, and Callie looked around as the men chatted.

"Jim's getting worse" Jacqui said, and Callie walked off towards the RV. She felt a hand wrap around hers as she walked in the RV, and Daryl followed in her wake. Callie leant against the side of the RV as they all looked at Jim, who was looking worse with each passing minute.

Daryl stepped outside and left Callie and Jacqui in the RV. "Daryl Dixon, eh?" she said with a smile as she wiped Jim's head with a cold flannel. Callie smiled back at Jacqui like a child at Christmas.

"That's nice. No one has ever seen him as happy as he is with you, honey. It's like seeing a whole new man" Jacqui said. Callie smiled towards the floor, and Jacqui pushed some hair behind her ear.

"Oh baby, let's wash that off" she said, noticing a splodge of blood on Callie's forehead. Callie pushed her fringe out of the way and let Jacqui gently wash off the blood on her face.

"Thanks" Callie answered, and Rick walked into the RV. "Could you give me a minute?" he asked politely, and the girls both nodded. Callie stepped out the car and Jacqui after her.

Daryl wrapped an arm around Callie's waist and pulled her in. He had missed the feel of her skin on his, her touch as she cuddled into his torso. If Merle was there he knew he would be taunted, but with everyone else he didn't care.

"We should go say 'bye" Daryl said into Callie's hair. Callie watched as the men dragged Jim up to a tree, and she sadly walked up with Daryl. "Just close your eyes sweetie, don't fight it" Jacqui said sadly as she planted a kiss on Jim's cheek.

Callie didn't know him very well but the atmosphere of the group saddened her to her heart. She reached into her pocket and gently pulled out a silver arrowhead, of which she had many.

It was tied to a string, and she gently knelt down and placed it over his head. She smiled gently at him as he smiled, the happiness reaching his eyes. Daryl gently pulled at her arm and she stood up.

They walked back to the cars and got in, watching Jim sadly as they drove off into the distance. "I got something for you" Daryl said after a long silence. He reached behind him and pulled out a bag Callie recognised.

"Where did you find this?" she asked excitedly as she unrolled the bag. "Your dad's barn. Guessed he must have used them or something" Daryl answered as Callie rifled through the knives.

"No way" she whispered to herself as she felt the throwing knives under her finger tips again. There were at least 20, all of which her father had collected and passed down to her.

She was skilful with them, knew how to use them properly and had wondered where they had gotten too. "Thanks" she said, a massive grin on her face. Daryl smiled back, the one time he had smiled since everything happened.

Their smiles slowly faded as they stopped outside the CDC. There were bodies scattered everywhere, littered on the floor like a great carpet. Daryl aimed his crossbow, ready to fire as Callie attached the knives to her belt for easy access.

Daryl took down the first walker they saw, and the group ran up to the shutters of the CDC. Everyone looked around wildly, getting anxious that they were out in the open. Carol held Sophia close, her confidence starting to come back now her husband was gone.

"Walkers" Andrea cried, and Daryl turned around to face them. "Go on then kid, no better time to practice than now" Daryl said to Callie, and a smile spread across her face.

She stood forwards in front of the group, Daryl covering her at the side. Her hands itched over the knives, the metal brushing her fingers. In one swift movement, she threw the first knife. It spiralled through the air and hit the first walker.

She didn't hesitate once she had started. It was like a new fire had lit in her body, her adrenaline rushed around in circles as she threw 4 more knives into walker's heads from her distance.

Daryl smirked a little at the group's response to her skills. In less than 5 seconds, she had put down 5 walkers. Even Rick stopped shouting at the camera long enough to catch a glimpse. "Go get 'em, I got you covered" Daryl said, and Callie snuck out into the dark to collect her knives.

She heard a grunt behind her, then a gurgle and a drop. She turned around and pulled the arrow Daryl had sent flying out of the walkers head, and ran back to the group. She handed the arrow back and Daryl re-attached it to his crossbow.

The shutters of the CDC entrance shot open, and a light shone through the windows, so bright it seemed as if it was sent by angels from heaven.