A/N: Hey everyone! here is chapter 4! Let me know what you think! Please I'm dying here! Review!
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead or any of it's character. I only own my own ideas and my own OC, Anastasia.

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Her feet hit the ground and she quickly looked around. There were a few walkers in the distance, but nothing to worry about. They were too far off, and hadn't noticed her. She heard Daryl making his way down the ladder and when he hit the ground she grabbed the bottom of the rope ladder that had rocks tied to the bottom and threw it back up to the tree house. She looked at Daryl who was looking at the walkers, nudged him and then they started walking toward the town.

When they reached the first building she looked around the corner down an alley to see that walkers were huddled around a dead dog (or something), she didn't spend too much time thinking about what it was. She motioned for him to follow as she started to sneak across the alley.
They made their way about 20 blocks down the street, taking the alleys and back ways to avoid bigger packs of walkers that just aimlessly walked around, to a corner store. Across from the corner store was the pharmacy where his bike sat still.

"That's yours right?" She asked pointing to the motorcycle.
Daryl looked over to where she was pointing and nodded his head. He made his way over to the bike and she was on his heels. When they reached the bike she started to have second thoughts about going with him to his group, but she remembered the doll and the few medical supplies that she was going to give to the group. Daryl didn't have his own back pack, that would make it hard for him to carry the stuff.

"Getting this started is going to draw them all here." She said looking around at their surroundings. A few walkers had hobbled their way out of the alleys and onto the main street. Anastasia grabbed her bow off from her chest and then pulled a arrow back and started to take aim. Daryl looking at where she was aiming and then took his crossbow and aimed at the other one.
Just as Stasia was about to let her arrow fly about 30 or 40 more walkers came out of that same alleyway. She took her arrow down and put it back in its quiver. There was no way that they could kill all of those walkers without drawing attention of more. Daryl had already gotten on his bike when she looked over at him. He started the engine drawing the attention of the walkers that were now filling the streets. He grabbed her arm and yanked her onto the back of his bike. Not even waiting for her to hold on, he took off. She was jerked backwards close to falling off she grabbed him and regained balance as she put the bow back over her shoulder. She then held on with both hands for dear life. She had never been on a motorcycle before, even before the outbreak. Sure she had ridden with her grandfather when she was a child, but she had barely and memory of that now.

They had traveled about 10 miles down the highway when she finally loosened her grip on his waist and started looking around at the colors of the trees blending in with the occasional gas station they passed. She was glad that she had pulled her hair back into her bun, her hair would have been a ratty mess after all this. She looked over her shoulder, her little town growing smaller and smaller with each passing mile.
"It's going to take forever to get back to camp," She said to herself as she sighed realizing how far out his camp must have been.
She looked back forward and looked over his shoulder at the road. Loosening her grip some more, she was beginning to feel more comfortable on the bike.
About another 5 or 6 miles, she had almost stopped holding on all together, just having her fingers looped through his belt loops.
She had been enjoying the ride actually, it was exciting. She looked over his shoulder again to see a camp growing closer in the distance. There was someone on top of the RV waving at Daryl.

They pulled up; Daryl shut off the engine and let off Stasia off first. She was greeted with strange looks from everyone.
She looked around at all the new faces in front of her. There was a woman with brown wavy hair with a little boy standing next to her. Next to her was a man with brown hair and a salt and pepper short beard growing on his face. He was walking over to where she and Daryl stood. Along with the man with the salt and pepper bread another man was making his way over, he had brown hair as well, there was something about the way he looked that she didn't like or trust. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come, but then she would probably be dead.

"Daryl, who the fuck is this?!" The man she had an instant dislike for said as they reached them.
"Shane, clam the hell down!" The man with the bread said, he held a hand out to Stasia, "I'm Rick."
She looked from the man she didn't like, Shane, to the man who just introduced himself to her as Rick, "I'm Anastasia." She answered him as she took his hand and shook it, she even offered a friendly smile that Shane just scoffed at.
"We can't just keep taking new people into our group, Daryl, why the hell did you bring her back here?" Shane asked staring daggers at Daryl.
"She kept a horde from eating me," He looked at Shane with just the same amount of daggers as Shane was shooting at him, "She helped me out of the town, and I repaid the favor by taking her with me to keep her from getting out numbered." And with that Daryl walked off to his tent leaving Stasia alone to talk to the asshole, Shane, and the nice guy, Rick.
"Well, thank you for getting Daryl out of harm's way." Shane said sarcastically he was opening his mouth to say something else, probably just as mean, when Rick raised his hand signaling Shane to be quite.
"Shane, maybe you should go plan a route to the next gas station with T-dog over there." Rick jerked his thumb over to a black man standing with a skinny Asian guy that was looking over a map on the hood of a jeep. Shane looked like he was about to say something else, but shut his mouth and sulked off.
"Shane doesn't mean to be like that." Rick stated, drawing Anastasia's attention back to him, "He is just stressed, he is actually a good guy once you get to know him." Anastasia studied his face, it seemed to her that he didn't even believe the words he said himself.
"I guess first impressions don't mean anything to him then." Anastasia said making Rick laugh a little bit. Just as he finished laughing, she remembered that she was supposed to give them the medical supplies.
"Oh, here," She pulled the book sack off her back after she took off her bow and set it leaning on Daryl's bike and then opened the bag and pulled out the bandages handing them to Rick, "Daryl said y'all were in the town looking for medical supplies. Well I know that there was nothing in that pharmacy because I pretty much cleaned it out before the scavengers came through and cleaned out the rest." She reached in to grab the antibiotics and pain pills out looking up at Rick; he motioning for the lady with brown hair over.
"Anastasia, this is my wife Lori and our son Carl." He introduced them as they made their way over to them. Lori looked at the bandages in Ricks arms and had a look of relief on her face as she took them off of Ricks hands.
"It's nice to meet you Lori," Stasia put her bag down and stretched out her hand to the woman, "I'm Anastasia, but you can call me Stasia," She then looked down at Carl, "It's nice to meet you too." She smiled warmly at the boy. She then remembered the antibiotics and the pain killers.
"Thank you for the supplies, we were almost out of bandages." Lori smiled at Stasia as she watched her digging in her bag again.
"Here I have these too." She showed Lori 3 big bottles of antibiotics and 2 big bottles of pain killers, "Where do you want these?"
"You can follow me, I'll introduce you to the rest." Lori turned and started walking to the RV, She nodded her head to the man standing at the top of the RV, "That is Dale. He is a very kind man,"
Stasia looked up at the man as he waved down to her. She waved back but didn't have time to tell him her name because Lori was still walking. Stasia quickened her pace to catch back up to her and then watched as Lori nodded towards the Jeep, "You already know, Shane. But the kid is Glenn and the big guy there is T-Dog," They were too busy to notice them walking by. They were planning a trip to find gas she thought, maybe why else look for a gas station. They were then at the RV. Lori opened the door and then climbed in, Stasia followed her inside and there was a woman, maybe in her mid 40's with short grey hair sitting at a table with a little girl with a blonde bob. The other woman in the RV, she had longer blonde hair longer than Loris but shorter than Stasias own hair. They all looked up at Lori and Stasia entered the RV.
"Oh Lori, we-" the woman with short hair started then stopped as she noticed Stasia standing behind her.
"Carol, Andrea, Sofia, This is Anastasia." Lori said as she nodded back to Stasia. Lori walked over to the table and laid the bandages down on the top of the table.
"Y'all can call me Stasia," Stasia said as she walked over and started to unload the pill bottles onto the table.
"Oh, great, another mouth to feed." Andrea stood up and walked out the RV, but while passing Stasia she gave her the worst stare Stasia had received that day. Even worse than the glare that Shane gave her.
"I'm sorry about that," Carol spoke up looking at Stasia, "She just lost her sister not that long ago."
"It's okay I understand." Stasia said, She looked at the little girl and smiled at her, she took her book sack off her back again and reached in once again and pulled out the doll, "Daryl said that you would like this." Stasia offered the doll to Sofia and smiled. Sofia looked to her mother, after Carol nodded Sofia took the doll and smiled at Stasia,
"Thank you!" Sofia said happily. The girl reminded her of Cassie. Bob and all.
"Why don't you go play with Carl?" Carol said to her daughter who was more than happy to oblige, "Here sit down, Stasia." Carol motioned to the spot where Andrea was sitting. Stasia walked over and sat down timidly.
"So, Stasia," Lori sat down next to Carol after she had put away all of the bandages and pills, "What happened that you had to save Daryl?"
"A big ass horde crept up on us," Stasia scratched the top of her head under her bun, she was nervous; these were a lot of people. If they were bad she was done, but they didn't seem that way, "The noise y'all were making with the engines, well mostly his engine, drew them there."
Carol gasped at the word horde, and Lori had a worried look on her face.
"How big of a horde?" Carol asked with a nervous twinge in her voice.
"I would say at least a mile. Took them a good 2 or 3 hours to finally trickle down, by that time it was night." Stasia said she looked over at Carol, "I'm pretty sure they just kept on the way they were heading. I wouldn't worry about it."
Carol sighed a bit in relief.
Stasia's stomach growled a bit. She reached down into her back pack and grabbed her bag of squirrel jerky and offered some to Lori and Carol, they both happily accepted it.
"So, Stasia, don't you have a group? Aren't they worried about you?" Lori asked after she swallowed a bite of the jerky.
"Oh," Stasia saw a double meaning in this, she wasn't very trusting of new people no matter how nice they seemed. She could have been a little bit paranoid, but it's saved her in the past, "Do you want me to leave?" She stood and was slightly worried she had offended Lori somehow.
"No, no, no!" Lori quickly said as she reached her hand out and guided Stasia back to sitting down, "I was just asking."
"Oh," Stasia let out a sigh of relief, to be honest she wasn't looking forward to the long walk back, "Oh well, no I don't have a group. It's just me. The only other person I had with me was my friend's daughter."
"What happened to her, if you don't mind me asking?" Carol chimed in hearing about the girl and seeing that Stasia had a sad look on her face.
"A walker got her," Stasia looked out the window to the left of her hands folded on top of the table, Carol reached her hand across and laid her hand over Stasias own.
"I'm so sorry." Lori said.
"Anastasia," Daryl's voice was heard before he was seen, Stasia looked up and saw him walking up the steps, "Do you want to come hunting with me?"
"Sure," She stood up and waved by to the ladies, "It was good talking with you ladies."

A/N: Thanks for reading everyone!