AN: I haven't updated in awhile, Guest, because I've been busy. It wasn't for reviews. Nice try… I did say I wouldn't update this as often. You guys need to give the story a chance. So, I'll admit something. I'm in Junior High. And you know what, I write better than most people my age do.

And for all of you wondering "How the hell does a blind woman write a story of her life?" Helen Keller did….

Well, sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Yes, it will have a WTF moment, but meh…

Chapter 3

"You can't be serious. Merle Dixon?" My mother spat at my father. For the past few minutes, they've been arguing about my father going back to Atlanta for Merle Dixon.

"Mom…"

"No, he isn't worth it."

"Mom!"

My mother opened her mouth to yell at my father again, but before she could, Shane's voice snapped into the picture. "Water's here, y'all." I heard the scuffle of feet as everyone rushed forward. "Just remember; boil before use."

"I plan on returning for him." My father said. "That's final."

"Atlanta. You just got back, and you're going to leave me and the kids."

"Mom! Knock it off!" I snapped. " If it was you, I sure as hell know you'd want someone to rescue you!"

"No. I wouldn't be stupid enough to get myself handcuffed to a roof!"

"Yeah, well you've done some pretty stupid things in the past." I shot back. I wasn't just talking about the car accident. I meant her sleeping with Shane.

"MOM!"

A chorus of young voices screamed together. "Carl! Carl baby!" My mother cried out. Everyone rushed past me, eager to find the source of the distress.

"C'mon baby- let's get you into the RV." I heard Jacqui, the African American woman saying to me. She gently gripped my shoulder, and we walked to the RV with the children and mothers.

Jacqui pushed me ahead once we reached the steps, but unfortunately my foot caught on the bottom step, and I fell flat on my face onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh honey," I heard Jacqui exclaim. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks, but I'm fine." I replied as she helped me up off the floor. "After all, I've been through a lot worse." That was directed at my mother, whom I was sure was just gawking like an idiot at me.

"I appreciate your care, Jacqui. It means a lot more to me than my mother's poor excuse."

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"Daryl Dixon's back…" My father mumbled to me as he sat across from me in the RV.

"Figured…"

"So… About me going back to Atlanta-"

"Don't Dad." I interrupted. "I know that no matter what, you're still going. And… I think you should. Drug dealer, racist, narcissistic redneck or not… He doesn't deserve to suffer."

"Alright. Well, me and Daryl finalized the idea. We're going back. So is T-Dog and Glenn." He said.

"Good luck Dad… Y'know… an extra pair of hands never hurt…" I said, giving off the hint that I wanted to come along. My father chuckled, and ruffled my hair.

"I'd love to, but-"

"I'm blind… Yeah."

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Please! It'd be like when I was little and you took me on road trips to the city to see the aquariums… Only without aquariums, undead freaks instead."

"What about Mom?" My dad questioned. I scowled at him, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I highly doubt Lori cares what happens to me…"

"Well…"

"C'mon Dad! I'll have people who can use a gun with me!" I tried to persuade him. "I could even use a gun-"

"The last thing I need is for you to misfire and kill one of us."

"A knife-"

"Fine!" My father said, laughing as he did. "You truly are my kid."

"Are you saying Carl isn't?" I asked, meaning to sound sarcastic. However, it came out more on the serious side, and I feared it hurt my father.

"Just give him some time."

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"You're taking our daughter with you! Are you insane!" My mother screamed when she spotted me climbing into the back if the utility truck.

"Lori-" My dad started. I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and I froze.

"No. I don't except this! She's blind! She could get killed!"

"Did you just hit me?" My father snapped. "She isn't a little girl! She wants to help!"

"So your idea is to bring her on a suicide mission!" My mother continued shouting it him. It pained and frightened me to have to listen to them, and I knew everyone was either looking at me or them.

"I wanted her to get some experience!"

With that, my parents stopped arguing, and the camp fell silent. "Your ma's crazy." I heard Daryl say from behind me. I felt his breath on my back as he gripped my arm, helping me up.

"Tell me about it…"

I found my way to the passenger's seat, and slid down into the sun-heated leather. The heat burned through my shirt, licking my back, but I didn't really care.

"C'mon!" I heard Daryl shout. "I ain't got all day!"

Within the next five minutes, my father, T-dog, and Glenn finished biding fair well to the group, and piled into the truck. I jumped, startled as the engine turned on, but quickly relaxed.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" My father asked me. "You can always back out. I won't hold it against you."

"No. Don't worry Dad, I'm fine." I told him, giving off a reassuring smile as I did.

AN: Oh lookie, Lucile is going to Atlanta…