The foliage around them tinted the dirt ground a deep green and the light filtering through gaps in the leaves teased glimmering gold as the leaves danced. It shined on the tree's dead predecessors and was lightly tread on by two silent hunters. One, a large man in jeans and a threadbare sleeveless shirt. The other lead the two as they crouched between trees, spacing becoming more scarce as they moved. The smaller figure wore a leather and cloth hooded vest reminiscent of the video game Assassin's Creed, baggy hood coming to a point at her nose and shading her eyes. Each carried weighty crossbow, several bolts, a large hunting knife as well as a length of rope holding about a dozen or so squirrels.

Flynn, the leader of this particular trip, motioned for a stop then for her brother to stay put. He watched her back as they both stooped lower. Flynn made her way to a short tree with a v and stood, peering through it. She was directly in line to shoot the large doe in a small clearing quite a distance from her. She looked through her scope, the doe was eating grass, it's side exposed to her but Flynn wanted to make sure the animal didn't suffer.

So she aimed pointedly at a spot above the doe's neck, looked at a leaf next to it to check the wind and once the leaf fell, Flynn made a click with her tongue. The doe straightened in her direction and she took the shot.

Flynn closed her eyes and heard the thud before her bowstring even stopped vibrating. She looked back through the scope; bulls eye. She smirked to herself and turned to Daryl who was shaking his head, "Why bother with all that fancy crap, just point and shoot the thing." he said as they both got up and stretched out.

Flynn dusted herself off and slung her bow onto her back, crisscrossing on her chest with the strap of a very plain dark grey bag, "Sometimes you need to take the time to hit the right spot." She walked through the trees, Daryl on her heels, "Timing." She said to herself. She heard a huff of a laugh behind her.

The two made their way carefully down the steep slope of forest until they got to a more agreeable incline. Flynn figured they were almost to the doe when she snagged her thin black sleeve on a notch in a tree and it tore a new hole into it, "Shoot." she surveyed the damage.

"Don't know why you bother with them sleeves, neither." Daryl said under his breath while he passed her. He also peered over quick to make sure she didn't cut herself. Her skin was almost paper white against the black fabric. A child's scream sounded not far from them.

She sighed "Well," She started walking behind him again and continued solemnly, "I'd hate to have survived living in the woods, drinking questionable water and successfully avoiding a virus that comes from a single bite by creatures that outnumber human population," She took a breath," to be taken down by basal cell carcinoma." Her eyes were half lidded as her brother looked back at her in confusion, "Common skin cancer."

"Don't talk like that." he said with a glare. He turned and kept moving, "Everything's gunna be fine." He said with finality. It was like he was trying to be ignorant just for her sake. His words didn't change the probabilities in her head. All the numbers flew around her mind, taunting her imminent death or the death of her brothers. Maybe they were in Daryl's head too.

'But there are fates worse than death.'

Finally Daryl peered out from a large boulder, "Shit" "God damn" She heard others say, she stepped around and glared at them, "Nice to see you too."

"Fuck!" Daryl yelled at the deer, completely ruined by a beheaded walker , "We been tracking that bitch for days!"

"It's a doe, Daryl, a bitch is a dog." Flynn said, Daryl shoved her before she smiled and took her bolt from the deer's skull with an unsavory sound. She wiped it off with the navy rag in her back pocket. Daryl was speaking to Shane about maybe salvaging the deer, then throwing a tantrum at the walker that ruined it. Flynn ignored them all with an impassive expression, even the new guy she had observed in a split second, and went to Glenn, "Welcome back"

"You too, we got in yesterday." he scratched the back of his head, "Sorry about your deer."

"It's fine, can't win them all."

Daryl shot a bolt into the undead's head and Flynn walked backwards to retrieve it for him, holding the walker in place with her boot. She handed it back to him and said, "Come on Daryl, Meryl's back." then walked off in stride, just barely noticing Glenn's quiet,"Ahh...well..."

Shane matched their pace until they were at the RV, "Daryl, Man, we gotta talk." her brother turned but Flynn took the time to study the faces around them. Some guilt but mostly pity.

"Meryl's gone." She said, looking over her shoulder at her, possibly only, brother. Her mind numbed and she looked stuck staring at the ground.

Daryl looked around at the others in the group, "This true?"

"Maybe."

"Either it is or it ain't!"

Maybe, Flynn thought, so either he left them or they left him and she knew he wouldn't leave without the two of them so, "You left him somewhere?!" She turned on Shane and pushed Daryl aside a bit.

"What!" Daryl tried to get past Flynn but she held him steady.

"Look," Said the new guy, "There's no easy way to say this..."

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl said by her ear, Flynn still keeping him from mauling Shane.

"Rick Grimes."

Flynn's eyes narrowed, "Husband or brother?"

"Lori's my wife-"

"No, you are her husband, that's what I asked." Her Dixon temper was slowly rising. Unlike her brothers, it manifested in more passive aggressive ways. Angry smart ass was the hat she was wearing currently.

"Well-"

"Just tell me where he is so I can go fetch 'im!" Daryl stepped forward and Flynn let him go this time and slid her hood off, running her fingers through her hair with a very large sigh and walking away.

"He'll show you, won't you Rick?" Lori piped up from the door of the RV, arms crossed.

There was a pause, "Yes, I will." Lori stormed into the RV.

She looked over at Andrea, ignoring Lori's attitude despite it being her idea, since she was on the run as well and was in the closest proximity to her, "You let this happen?"

She didn't get to speak, Rick interrupted, "It isn't her fault, your brother was a danger to us all." He looked her square in the face.

"Of course he was!" She yelled, gesturing widely, "He was high, it was obvious!" She turned back on Andrea, "I told you that." Then spun around to Glenn, "And you. I said put him as a point guard, make it out like a really important job then let him ramble on like he does and get out!"

"He got onto the roof somehow and started shooting walkers on the ground, like it was for fun." Glenn said, he looked sorry and exasperated, "He was attracting them from everywhere!"

"Never mind all that," Said T-dog, "It's my fault he's still there. I had the key and I dropped it."

"Couldn't pick up?!" Daryl took a step at him.

"I dropped it in a drain."

Flynn closed and pressed her palms to her eyes then stomped off to her tent, grumbling, to get some supplies. An extra hunting knife, some lock picks, and the handgun she arrived at camp with. Daryl made a passing lunge at Rick and she ignored the following fight while stowing gear and holstering the second knife. It was inevitable, but what was he expecting? she thought, trying to attack two cops.

Soon the conversation changed to the logistics of the mission at hand. Rick was leading them, followed by Daryl, Glen and T-Dog but when she moved towards the van Shane wildly interrupted, "Oh no. No no no. Flynn is not goin' anywhere."

"Shane, she's his sister." Rick defended her right to the trip, that's interesting, she thought.

"No no, she ain't just his sister Rick," He moved closer to his friend pointing at the RV, "She put workin' solar on the RV with pieces of junk, she hunts, she has more medical knowledge than all of us put together twice. We can't spare Flynn; and god forbid she gets hurt-"

"I'm touched, really I am, at your preference to save your human computer," She jumped into the cube van and crouched down,"but I'm going." She had a sickly sweet smile on her face with a little crazy in her eyes.

"Daryl," Shane huffed, "You can't be on board with this, I know you can't."

"I ain't but I know she'll find some way there with or without us. Rather know where she is. And any more arguin' bout it and she'll kick your teeth in."

She pointed her thumb at her brother, "This is true." She got up and pulled her hood back over her eyes. They could hear Shane complaining, even after closing the cube van door.

Daryl looked at T-dog as the engine came to life, "He better be alright, that's all I gotta say on the matter."

Flynn slid down the wall to the floor and closed her eyes, stick to the facts, she thought, keep focused. When she opened her eyes, there was fire and a new resolve as the van shook it's way from camp.