The night was eerily quiet as Carlos, Lilly, and Sarah, along with their new friends that they had made, awaited for some help.

After Carlos, Lilly, and Sarah left Savannah, they were on their own for quite a while, until they met a woman named Tavia. She had told them about a camp run by a man named William Carver, and that they had food, supplies, everything needed to survive the apocalypse. It didn't take much for Carlos to agree to go with her because he wanted to find a safe place for Sarah, but Lilly was skeptical about everything like usual.

Their time at the camp started off pretty well, and William Carver even seemed to be a respectable and honest man. But that was months ago...everything was different now. Completely and totally different. Carver was practically a madman, and power hungry. That's why they needed to get out, so they planned their escape. It would be easy now, too, especially with all their new allies that they had met.

"What's taking so long?" Luke, one of the new allies, had asked. He was sort of the leader of his group, looking out for all of them and whatnot.

Carlos shrugged. "I don't know, Reggie should have been here." Reggie was another man in the camp, and he was willing to help Carlos and all the others escape safely.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Sarah questioned, standing close to her father, afraid.

Carlos paused, wanting to explain this to his daughter the best he could. "It's not safe here anymore, sweetie. We need to leave because there's bad people here, who will hurt us."

"And we'll be safe if we leave here?" Sarah inquired. She was going on fifteen now, and was a bit taller than she was when they were first with Lilly and the others at the motor inn. Carlos had also managed to keep her hair short, too, for her safety.

"It will be safer than here," Carlos confirmed.

Sarah nodded. "Okay."

"Where the hell is Reggie?" Lilly demanded in a quiet, yet biting voice. "He was supposed to be here five minutes ago!"

"He'll come around, just be patient," an older man in their group, Pete, stated calmly.

"We're fucked if someone finds out we escaped, though," his nephew, Nick, added. "What if-"

"Alright, guys, the coast is clear." This time, it was Reggie who had spoken up. The Indian man sneaked over to where the group were waiting. "I've deciphered the combination to the gate outside, and you should all be able to get out. Remember, though, be quiet or else Bill will hear you."

"Thank you, Reggie," Nick's mother, Helen, whispered. She pinched her son on the shoulder for swearing in front of a child.

"Alright, we better go," Luke whispered, starting to lead everyone away. He turned to Reggie. "Thanks again for the help, man."

"Is everyone ready then?" Carlos turned around to see the rest of the group getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, let's get the hell out of here," a pregnant woman, Rebecca, said as her husband, Alvin, stood beside her. Before they had all exited, Rebecca turned to kiss Reggie on the cheek. "Thanks for everything, Reggie," she said, and they were on their way out of that horrible camp.

It was dark, so it was a little difficult to see, but the group stayed clustered together, and remained completely silent so they wouldn't get caught. Everyone knew the consequences would be death if Carver had awoken and heard them, or if any of the guards had spotted them.

The group remembered to stay quiet until they were at a safe enough distance away from the camp. Lilly had stolen a large steak knife from one of the guards a day earlier, so she took care of the couple of walkers that tried to cross them. Carlos led Sarah away so that she didn't have to watch.

"Fuckers," she hissed under her breath. Ever since the death of her father, Larry, she never hesitated to kill any dead thing that even came near her.

"Alright, we need to think of where we're goin'," Luke pointed out. "We can't stay in these woods forever, or Carver'll catch us."

"We can stop at the exhibit museum coming up shortly," Carlos announced, pointing at a nearby sign. He could tell that Sarah was getting tired, and honestly, he was too.

Luke nodded. "That sounds good." He turned around to look at the rest of the group. "Everyone okay with stopping at the museum for the night?" he asked, wanting to get input from the rest of the group. They all complied in an instant, everyone was really tired anyway, and they all needed their rest.

They continued to walk in silence, following all the signs they passed to get to the museum quickly. Hopefully there wouldn't be many walkers there, and they'd all be able to rest immediately. Carlos was glad that he was able to get Sarah out of that damn camp. If Carver even touched her, there would be hell to pay. And he was also glad that he, Lilly, and Sarah were part of a larger group now. He always believed that there were safety in numbers.

Sometimes he thought about Lee, and Clementine, and if they had made it out of the city. If fate was on their side, maybe they'd be able to meet up again some day.

Sarah would occasionally ask about them as well, if he or Lilly thought that they were still alive. Every time, they would answer that they didn't know. Lilly, though, wasn't as optimistic about what could have happened.

About ten minutes later, the group reached the demolished museum, called Parker's Run, and after Luke and Nick checked out the observation deck, the group decided that they could sleep there for the night.

When they got to the entrance, there were about ten walkers roaming around aimlessly. The guns would make too much noise, so the group would have to take them out quietly. Helen took Sarah and Rebecca up to the observation deck while Lilly and the men got to work on killing the walkers.

Lilly, of course, went first, killing the nearest walker by stabbing it with the knife. Her jacket became coated with blood, but she didn't care.

"That woman..." Pete under his breath as he approached another walker, ready to kill it. He didn't dislike Lilly, but her wanting to lead everyone and give orders could be a pain in the ass sometimes.

Carlos chuckled. "You'll get used to her." When Lilly finished killing her share of walkers, she made her way up to the observation deck with the rest of the women and Sarah.

"Has she always been like that?" Nick asked.

Carlos nodded. "Pretty much," he told them. "I think it got worse after she lost her father. He got bitten; she had to shoot him."

"Damn," Alvin empathized.

Nick scoffed. "We all been through shit, though, ain't no reason to be a bitch about it."

"Nick," Luke warned.

"No, I get it," Carlos replied, "She can be a bit moody and unstable at times. But that's just how she is. She's great around my daughter, though," he defended. "Sarah really likes having her around."

"That's gotta count for somethin', then," Pete said with a small smile. He killed the final walker, and then the men made their way up the observation deck. Helen was taking a look at the fake cannon, while Lilly, Sarah, and Rebecca were all inside the little gift shop.

Noticing her father, Sarah went over to greet him. "Are they all gone, Dad?"

"They're gone, Sarah," Carlos reassured her. "Don't worry, we're all safe up here for tonight."

Sarah smiled at him and returned to her spot next to Rebecca. Since it was rather late at night, the group decided to turn in for the night with Nick taking first watch. He would wake his uncle later on.

Morning came rather quickly, and Lilly was the first to wake. All of the others in the group were probably exhausted from the previous night's events. She decided she'd let them sleep because it wasn't even mid-morning yet. She couldn't help but to let her mind wander as she sat up and watched the sunrise. She thought about her dad, and she wondered if things would be different if he were still alive. She couldn't help but to think about that most days.

"Lilly, is that you?" It was Sarah's voice that captured the older woman out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, it's me," Lilly said back, and Sarah came to sit beside her.

"Good morning," she greeted politely, and then wiped the sleep out of her eyes.

"Morning," Lilly replied thoughtfully.

"Do you know where we're going to go today?" the teen questioned, curious about traveling.

Lilly honestly didn't know. Hell, they could find themselves walking for weeks, or even months. "We're gonna find someplace safe, where we can stay for a long time," she decided to say.

"With no bad people?" Sarah asked.

"Right." Lilly honestly never understood why or how Sarah was so fond of her, out of all people, even after all this time. To most everybody, she was some dictator; someone who seized the power to be a leader. But somehow, Sarah had overlooked that on day one. Deep down, though, Lilly kind of liked having a little shadow.

"It's pretty," Sarah eventually said, referring to the sunrise.

Lilly barely paid attention, but she replied, "Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess it is."

They didn't get to sit alone together for long, though. The group began to wake up within the following half-hour, and then it was time to move again.