Hi guys! Well, I been working really hard to stay close to the story characters, but I also want to add my own touch, you know? So please don't be mad at me if I picture a bit darker Daryl on this chapter, I'm just trying to show how hard it must be for anyone to stay truth and honest when the words is going to hell.

Also many of you had a debate between keeping June a secret of meeting other campers. I'm happy to say that I have found a medium point that I hope will please all ( including me) So enjoy!

"And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life... every second of it... Is all we have."
―Anne Rice,Interview With the Vampire

June woke up suffocated by a heavy blanket that someone had placed over her during the night. She knew that without that gesture, she had probably woken up trapped in a cube of ice and she smiled. She took a look at Daryl, sleeping curled up at the entry of the small tent. He looked peaceful; the sarcasm and though looks had gone and he resembled a little kid.

She stood up, still wrapping the blanket around her body and looking for her backpack. After finding it, she extracted a pair of jeans and a red long sleeved shirt with the word "Converse" written across. Before taking off her clothes, she gave a last look to the man sleeping across the tent. She wasn't too afraid of him. After all, since all this started she had been into "situations" with other men that took advantage of her whenever his brother wasn't around to protect her. She had expected Daryl to be one of those guys but he didn't do anything to her through the night and June had started considering the idea that maybe he was a decent guy.

Still, she tried to change the fast as she could. At some point, she let the blanket fell and she was completely naked.

Daryl was a bit pissed off when he opened his eyes. Somehow after surviving this entire zombie thing, he had died while sleeping and gone straight to heaven, because he was looking into an angel.

Her back was soft and pale and ended into a firm ass that made Daryl gasp. It was a miracle for Daryl that June couldn't hear him, because she didn't noticed he had woken up. She let her hair loose, brushing her shoulders. Daryl felt his pants growing tighter and he swallowed hard. He hadn't had sex in months and the opportunity seemed so close, it seemed written. The temptation of that long legs and soft skin was growing stronger. He imagined her soft voice screaming his name, her eyes filled with emotion as she thanked him for saving her and then gently going down to his pants. Even if she didn't agree, he was bigger and he could easily force her down and…

Suddenly he realized what he was thinking about. He had planned on raping her? What the fuck? He wasn't like that. And he had still though about…

Suddenly he felt disgusted of himself and the bulge inside his pants relaxed immediately. He stood up and picked up the blanket that the girl had dropped. She was now wearing a bra and panties and she still hadn't realized he was behind her. In fact, she didn't until he hugged her when he put the blanket around her body.

Daryl felt her body stiffening and he felt even guiltier. She was afraid; afraid of him.

Her fingers curled up around his when she grabbed the ends of the blanket, still too afraid to turn back, but Daryl tightened up the hug around her. A stiffened cry came out of her mouth and Daryl's eyes filled up with anger tears as he imagined she must have her eyes closed as she waited for what she thought was going to happen next. He pressed his face against her shoulder covered up by the blanked and inhaled. Then he whispered an unheard "Sorry" and left the tent, leaving June shaking behind.

He smacked his fist with his head, wondering what kind of horrible human being he was. He was too busy punishing himself to notice Rick approaching, so when he heard his name being called, his hear skipped a beat.

"Fuck you scared me to dead!" he barked. Then he suddenly quieted when he realized the tent was behind Rick and so did June. "What do you want?" he asked harshly.

"I'm sorry." Rick seemed genuine, but Daryl was too worried to care about anyone's feelings. "I need you to interrogate Randall, if you could. I have to get things ready for the…execution." The sheriff seemed to struggle with the word and Daryl almost felt sorry for him. "And I don't trust Shane to do so." Daryl knew giving Shane access to the prisoner would also result in an execution.

"Let's go." He agreed, leading the way to the little shack where they kept the prisoner.

June raced back to the tent feeling her heart about to come out of her chest. She had just rushed to go to the bathroom (she kind of envied that lack of human needs of the dead walkers, though) and now she had her face pressed against the tent wall to see if anyone had caught a glimpse of her.

She was still nervous about what happened this morning with Daryl. She had trusted Daryl. For a second when she felt his body tight against hers, she thought she had made a mistake. But he had acted like a gentleman…even if he had to struggle a bit. June hated those moments when she was startled or surprise. Normally, she tried not to beat herself up with her disability, but each time she didn't heard someone approaching, she wonder if she had been in danger. Until now, the only three things that had kept her alive were keeping her guard up, some amazing people looking after her and unbelievable luck.

Apparently no one had seen her and she felt the load in her chest lightening. She kept observing anyways, just in case. Tony had always thought her to be alert. The minute she could get out of the hospital bed after losing the hearing, her brother started training her.

Tony had predicted what she now was sure of…."You're going to have hell of a hard path, Junny."

And he was right. But June was also a terribly lucky person. If she had looked away for a second, or relaxed her surveillance she wouldn't had seen the kid coming. He was coming straight to her, but the fabric of the tent was thick enough to hide her and the child wasn't really putting attention. He got near to the motorcycle that was just a few steps away from June. She froze. The slightest movement she did could reveal her presence.

"What is he doing here?" June thought "Go play somewhere else, kid! You have like, all the room in the worlds and you choose just the spot to…"

June thought the kid had heard her, because for a minute he looked straight to her, but immediately he turned to the other side to see if there was anyone around. He didn't wanted to be discovered either. He opened Daryl's bag…

"Bad idea kid…" June lectured mentally as she grinned.

….And took out a gun.

"…worst idea ever" June concluded. The kid, however, had a victorious expression common to all kids who got away with their little adventures. June felt suddenly pitiful for the little boy. That was not a common adventure. Most kids stole candies or toys; even money…but a gun? What kind of man would that kid turn into, living in a world like this? What kind of men would all kids turn into? She repressed a shiver and caught herself wishing for Daryl's presence…wishing for anyone's presence, actually.

She had to forget those thoughts immediately, though; or at least postpone them for a much convenient time, because the boy wasn't done yet. After taking another look around, the boy quickly ran into the forest.

"No!" June tried to react, but she was just coming out of the tent and the boy was already gone. She cursed low for the risk she was about to take, but she called out anyway, "Boy! Come back!" June even started walking into the trees, but she stopped when she realized she was one step away from getting lost. Then she had to come back to the clear and accept the kid had vanished.

She knew even getting out of the tent had already being a big mistake, but she was about to make other one. After all, she couldn't let that kid alone in the woods, even if he apparently had ran away voluntarily. He could be lost or worse and the responsibility lied in her hands.

"What would Daryl think if I go look for help? He asked me to do one single thing: stay hidden. And I failed him. Oh my God! I failed him… he's going to kick me out…for sure and then I will have nowhere to go and maybe the zombies will find me and eat me or…" just then June realized she was hyperventilating. "Breath; just breath." She commanded herself. Slowly, her heart rhythm went back to normal. "If you don't let them know about the boy, they will start searching for him and they are going to find you, anyway." June reasoned.

She had made a decision.

Boy he was a kid! Poor thing was already wimping and Daryl hadn't even touched him. He felt a strange feeling inside his stomach when the kid started begging. He knew what was at stake, with Rick waiting back at the cap, every second he took to start was a second with June in danger.

That made him start going. If it came to this kid of June, his choice was clear. It was a survival matter and nothing personal, but he still felt a nauseous sensation climbing up his throat when he landed the first jab into the young man chained body. Was it a punishment or something? Why didn't he get to be the nice guy ever? The nauseas were stronger and then he realized…he was sick of himself.

June walked in zig- zag and with her hands lifted over her head. She probably looked like an idiot but she remembered Tony teaching to her, "You must show them that you are unarmed, and always keep your hands in their sight. You won't be able to hear any warns or instruction, so you must kneel as soon as you spot someone. You won't be able to hear any shots either, that's why you must zig zag , so in case they do fire, you have a chance to avoid the shot."

She hated to admit it, but she really missed Tony. June had been denying the fact that he was most likely dead, but that didn't made her feel any better. She felt vulnerable and scared. Specially when she was walking to a strange house knowing that someone could be pointing at her right now.

Apparently, she did have a bit of luck because she wouldn't have to walk all the way to the farm. She spotted a figure leaning on a wooden shack half the way to the main house and she rushed there. Before jumping into the sight of the stranger, June hid behind a tree. She was in the perfect spot to observe without being observed.

The stranger was a blonde woman with severe gesture. Even if there was nobody else watching, the woman stood firmly in her position, just like a soldier. The woman must have heard something that June didn't because she closed her eyes and swallowed. It was clear she wasn't trilled to be in charge of that position.

Suddenly it seemed like a really stupid idea to be outside.

June was about to rush back to the tent but then another stranger joined the woman. It was a big and though guy with a somber look. He said something to the woman that June couldn't figure out, but she did understood the word spelled back from the lips of the woman…

"Daryl." She said and after that the man entered the shack.

June started wondering. Why was Daryl in that place? What was this woman guarding? Daryl was a prisoner? Or maybe she was supposed to keep people out of the shack? June tried to calm down, but her mind keep playing games with her. Finally the answer came when Daryl and the man came out of the structure. Daryl seemed fine but…"There's something wrong with him" June thought.

His hands were covered in blood. And it was clearly not his own.

June waited patiently until the three campers left and after a deep breath, she decided to go inside the shack. She had seen there was a superior window and that would probably connect to a back entry, which she searched for desperately. She needed to know where she stood in relation to this group and who Daryl Dixon was really…

"Bingo!" she celebrated when she found a set of tiny stairs leading to a tiny ledge inside the claustrophobic structure. From there she was able to take a good view dow to what was down…or who, actually.

It took her a while to recognize the figure curled up in a corner. It was too beaten up and it din't seemed to be moving, but when he looked up, June's heart skipped a beat. "Randy!"

"June? What the…? What are you doing here? Where are the others? How..?" he blurted out way to quickly for her.

"Slow down!" she ordered. Then her eyes filled with tears. "Randy there are no others. I want back to the camp. Maria and Tim had turned and Dave and my brother…"

"They're dead." Randall concluded harshly. Then he banged his head against the wall and shut his eyes; it was until then that June realized he was handicuffed to a pipe. She was still assimilating the fact that she had lost the only family she ever had. She had already consider the possiblility but now it was a fact that Tony was dead. She was alone.

"Listen to me, Juny." Randall looked straight up to her eyes and June kneeled to have a better sight of him. "You need to get out of here." He spoke with anxiety and true feeling, like he menat every word. "This guys…June, they killed your brother."

June swallowed the not on her throat. "No! Daryl saved me…"

"The same guy that beat me to death? No, June listen. The big camp was down the highway and if you hurry you can still catch up with them."

June felt her head spinning and suddenly the fragile balance inside her was broken, she couldn't trust anyone. But she was a smart girl and she knew they din't have much time, "What about you?"

"June…" Randall's voice broke and June felt tears running down her face. "They are going to kill me."

"I'll talk to Daryl! I'll convince the others! I will…" June promised in the middle of small sobs.

"No!" Randall cut her. "No, baby." He nodded negatively and then looked up to her again. June had never seen a sadder look. "You will get to the road alive. You will bring the others here or keep going your way, but you won't die for me. I won't allow it." Randall concluded.

And it was the last thing she ever knew from him, because then Randall heard steps coming their way and quickly waved her off. She didn't ever took a last look back or said good bye.

And she always regretted.