a/n - Oh my god, sorry guys, i know i promised this chapter ages ago, but life kinda just got in the way and some writers block. Though, i'm back and ready to start getting my fanfic on. :D it's pretty slow, but i'm going to start getting to the good stuff real soon! it's really chopy and all, but yeah. enjoy. review, follow all that jazz. 3

Streams of sunlight poured into Trinity's tent, she stirred with a groan. She mentally cursed herself for not taking it easy with her liquor considering she didn't remember past opening her second bottle. She sat up groggily and rubbed her temples trying to adjust to the little amount of sunlight in her tent, she dreaded opening up the flap to full blown brightness of the suns harsh rays.

She pulled herself from her cot and rummaged through her items to find clean clothes (as clean as clothes can be in a zombie apocalypse). She settled for a tight fit denim jeans and a "Kiss" shirt. She opened up her tent and stepped into the waiting world; she stretched out all the kinks in her back and yawned. The aroma of eggs wafted past her nose, she inhaled deeply and a slight smile appeared across her face.

"Nothing like eggs to cure a hangover" Trinity said to herself as she made her way over to Carol who was sat beside a camp fire cooking the camps breakfast.

"Good morning" Carol greeted her thinly.

"Well, its morning, don't know how good it is though" Trinity said with another yawn.

Trinity sat down next to Dale and ate her eggs, while most of the group was engaged in conversation Trinity took the time to analyse each member. Trinity was always good at reading people, she could tell their personality by the way they acted and their body language. Of course, this group was no different. They were sheep following their Shepard's, which she assumed were Shane and Rick. She could almost guarantee if any of the group were to leave they wouldn't make it, besides maybe Daryl. As soon as she thought of him memories of the previous night started to flood back into Trinity's mind. Trinity inwardly groaned as she remembered giggling at everything and the boyfriend thing. Oh the boyfriend thing, great. She thought to herself. Her embarrassment overruled her hunger and her apatite was gone. She thanked Carol for breakfast and excused herself to her tent.

A few hours later everyone gathered around Otis' grave. Trinity hung towards the back of the group, not wanting to show emotion in front of everyone. Her heart felt tight, a lump forming in the back of her throat as tears pricked in her eyes, her breathing becoming laboured. Hold it together, don't do this. You didn't even know him she repeated over and over in her head. The truth was Trinity was finding herself becoming attached to Hershel and his family. She found herself becoming protective and caring, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that these people meant no significance to her, she couldn't shove the feelings down. Hershel asked Shane to say a few words about Otis, since he was the last one to see him alive. Trinity could hear the pain in Shane's voice. She lifted her head to see his face. At first glance he looked devastated, like he could burst into tears at any given moment, but Trinity looked harder, she stared into his eyes. Nothing. They were dark, like a bottomless pit. No pity, no sorrow. He was not speaking with hurt, he had survivor's guilt. It suddenly dawned on Trinity, Shane returned with Otis' gun and then went on saying that Otis had told him to go ahead and he would cover Shane. Darkness was devouring Shane's soul, Trinity could see it in his eyes, and all he had left was instinct. She couldn't take anymore of listening to his lies; she turned to walk off and ran into something hard. She looked up to see Daryl glaring at her; she sent him a glare back and walked towards the woods.

Trinity returned to farm just before the sun set, she had a string of seven squirrels tied around her waist. She dropped the game at her tent and walked over to the wooden fence. She sat herself on the top of the fence. It had been a while since she got to sit down and watch the sunset without having to look over her shoulder every minute to check for threats. She rolled her neck trying to work out any knots. The sky danced with variety of colours. It reminded her of the camp fire and looking at Daryl. The world may have ended and was filled with ugly, but the sunset reminded her of better days and gave her hope for a future. There was still beauty in this world, from the kind hearts from some of the people on this farm, to the ocean of orange dancing in the sky. She felt the fence jolt underneath her and she instinctively grabbed for her machete. She braced herself for a slaughter only to find Daryl sitting on the fence beside her.

"Don't cut my head off, just wanted to sit" he spoke gruffly while looking down at his fidgeting fingers.

"Do you really think it's safe to be sneaking up on people in an apocalypse?" she questions, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Gotta keep all you pansy's on ya toes" he shrugged.

Trinity let out a half-hearted laugh and continued to watch the sunset. They sat in a comfortable silence. When the sunset was over and the fields were a curtain of black trinity swung her legs over the fence and jumped to the ground making a beeline towards her tent.

When Trinity reached her tent she collapsed onto her cot, letting out quiet sobs, she hated herself for letting the past days get to her. She missed being on her own, not having to deal with other people's deaths, she missed not having to feel anything. She hated that these people were starting to make her feel again. She had spent most of her life content with being numb to emotion. She learnt to shut it off, or push it down at an early age when her dad would beat her for letting out the slightest sob. She cried for herself, for her fucked up childhood. She cried for few friends she had that were probably dead and she cried because she was pissed at the fact she was in her tent drowning in self-pity. She wiped her eyes and took deeps breath to calm her rapidly beating heart when she heard someone clear their throat outside her tent.

"knock, knock" Dale said from outside the tent.

Trinity unzipped the opening and poked her head out ready to bite Dale's head off, but she looked down and seen he was holding a plate of food and a beer. I love you old man. She smiled and took the food and beer off him and made her way out of the tent to take a seat just outside the opening. Dale sat down beside her staring off into the distance trying to think of something to say that wouldn't upset her further or get him stabbed.

"You have no idea how grateful we are for letting us stay here. The worlds a horrible place, it's not easy to trust people and it's not easy to let people in" Dale said while still looking off into the distance. Trinity swallowed her food and took a sip from her beer.

"Doesn't sound much different to the world before this, People were greedy, bloodthirsty and I'm sure there were some cannibals out there" she laughed to herself. Dale looked at her and sighed.

"I see the world so much more clearly now. I see how beautiful everything is and I regret that I took it for granted." He sighed again and put a hand on Trinity's arm.

"Tomorrow we are splitting up in groups to search for Sophia, the group was wondering if you would like to help us? You have magnificent skills and would be of great value, plus we would feel a lot safer if we had you looking out for us. Let's face it, we may think we're badasses but most of us are as dumb as nails when it comes to being safe" he smiled at Trinity as he rose to his feet and walked off back to his camp. Trinity sighed; she didn't want to get involved, not again. She couldn't afford to get attached. She looked over to the group that sat around the fire smiling and laughing. Old man is right, these people are as dumb as nails, sitting around laughing like dead people are roaming the earth just waiting for a meal. She shook her head and turned in for the night. She was going to help that little girl, no one deserves to be left behind.