Author's note!: Sorry about the wait guys…I had to go to prom yesterday, and since I can't post this on facebook, because the total dick who took me and I are friends there, I just have to get this off my chest…

WHAT KIND OF AN ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKER INVITES A GIRL JUST SO HE CAN TALK ABOUT SOME ITALIAN GIRL HE MET ON CHAT ROULETTE! HELLO! CAN ANYONE SAY '55 YEAR OLD MAN JACKING OFF THE WHOLE TIME?' NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THE ASS NEVER TOLD ME I LOOKED PRETTY…AND HE MADE FUN OF ME THE WHOLE DANCE. IT SUCKED! PROM IS EVIL AS FUCK!

…and now I'm better :D I hate him….but sadly, because of him, ya'll are stuck with some angst. Now really quick note, when Shiloh and Jonas are talking, the italics mean they're speaking French! I didn't wanna do the whole 'Google translate, then English translation in italics' thing for you guys. It's a pain in the ass with BDS and I just wish they only spoke one language! But yeah, that's why it's like that.

At the end of this chapter, you will be asked to yet again, make a choice, so promise me you'll do that! :DDD

Eris loves you!

Disclaimer!: I don't own…but seriously, we need to petition to get a normal person on that show!

Chapter Four: Some Say, It's All Fate, But I Say We Control Our Lives And If My Destiny Should Out Best Me Then That's Fine

Cali yawned, attempting to dispel the last of the sleep from her system. She didn't have a clue on how he did it, but the hunter could knock her out like it was difficult at all! Which was a complete and total lie, sleeping was hard for her. So incredibly hard. It didn't help that insomnia thrived off of stress and anxiety. She was in a constant state of fear, and paranoia thrown in with insomnia…well, she wasn't ever planning on having a night of sleep where she didn't wake up at least three times. It would kill her. There was no way it wouldn't.

Unless, of course, Daryl showed up like he did and somehow, manage to make her fall asleep. Not only that, he'd stayed with her. Hell, she'd woken up with her back pressed against his chest, and his arm thrown over her waist. There was no denying that there had been some slight cuddling…but that was only because Cali got cold at night. Daryl just had personal space issues. And that was all she had to say on the matter.

But that had been two days ago, and he hadn't been near her since. Although, she supposed she didn't need him technically. The lullaby thing worked like a charm. She just had to sleep farther away from the rest of the camp, so they didn't think she was talking to herself or something along those lines. They already thought she was insane. She didn't need to give them more proof.

"Carl! You can't play up there!" Cali was pulled out of her thought as she saw Carl and Sophia run up the alter of the church. Shiloh and Jonas had calmed down some, probably when they noticed how inept Camp Clueless really was. They had become friendly even. Shiloh smiled more, but made no effort to practice her English. "That's holy!"

"You're holy!"

"Really?" Cali cocked out a hip, and rested her hand on it. "You wanna go boy?"

"If you cock out that hip any farther, you gonn' fall on your face Cali!"

"If I was your mama I'd kick your as-"

"Ain't doin' no good yellin' at kids Nia." Daryl snorted from the doorway, he held a cardboard box in his hands. Glenn had proved himself an excellent scavenger once again, finding a few boxes of clothes that were going to be donated, but never were. It was a Godsend. It wouldn't stay summer forever, and the entire camp was sick of the clothes they had been stuck in.

"He started it!"

"How could I start anything?" Carl asked, blue eyes wide with sugary innocence. "I'm just a kid."

"Com'n Nia. Leave th' poor kid alone."

"He's not…but…."

Above the scene, Jonas was laying on a pew in the balcony, his head resting in Shiloh's lap. They were both watching the scene before them with mild interest. Shiloh tilted her head to the side, dark eyes laughing. "Those two dating?"

"They denied it when I asked, but there's something there. There has to be."

"You can cut the sexual tension with one of those little spoon forks you Americans made, because you're too damn lazy to get a spoon, and a fork." Shiloh smirked. Jonas rolled his eyes.

"We were able to invent that, because when the idea of it came to light, America went the whole nine yards. We didn't surrender as soon as it got too hard."

"Ass!" Shiloh open palmed her boyfriend's head. He winced.

"That hurt."

"Baby."

The two sat there for a while, the future running through Jonas' and the past haunting Shiloh's. She always had that man that had almost raped her in the back of her mind. He was every dark shadow, every weird noise, every male laugh she heard. And even though the men that had come in the new camp were nice, she was still wary. She was going to be wary until that monster came back. Jonas had told her that he would be, and what was she supposed to do then? Pray he didn't hurt her? Pray he didn't hurt Jonas?

Pray he didn't hurt any of the other people who were now in their church. She knew that they were fixing to leave, but she almost didn't want them too. Her motives were purely selfish. She had a better chance of survival if they were around. More man power, and, if need be, more scapegoats. Shiloh was in this for the long haul. All she had now was Jonas, and the gun that had been shoved into her hands. She intended to keep both around for as long as possible.

No matter what.

.:.

Cali stretched out on the floor in the church, her head next to Glenn's, who was laying the opposite way. They had been bored out of their minds, having done everything they could possibly think of in the building. The Walkers had pretty much thinned out, just a few stragglers left, and the Camp was planning on heading out in the morning. Cali was glad, she felt trapped in the small building, and she missed fresh air. That's the thing with the Wyoming bread, you can't leave them inside very long. They get depressed, stir crazy, and downright bitchy…in some cases.

"Why do you pick fights with Daryl?" Glenn asked, breaking the silence. Cali raised her eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"The two of you, you just look for reasons to attack each other. And usually, your reasons suck."

"I don't really know…I think it might just be stress relief."

"Stress relief?"

"Yeah, like, I get pissed off when I get stressed out, and Daryl's always pissed off, so I take my pissed out on him, and he lets some of his off at me."

"That is like, the exact opposite of a healthy relationship. You know that right?"

"Sorry, when did you become the expert on romance there, Glenny?"

Instead of the smart retort Cali expected, she was met with silence. She turned to look over at her Asian Amigo, and noticed his eyes were a thousand miles away. Not sure if she should feel bad or not, she sat up, and grabbed his hand. Giving it a squeeze, she brought him back. He smiled at her and sat us as well.

"When are we eating?"

"Right now!" Sophia called to them from the door. "Come on!"

The three of them wandered into the social hall, were everyone else was gathered. Except Andrea and Lori, who were in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. It was the most normal thing any of the women had done in a long time, and they were enjoying it way to much to stop. Shiloh and Jonas were going to eat well for days after Camp Clueless left.

"Tayke a seat." Jonas smiled from the wall he was leaning against. Ever since his fever had broke, and he had gotten better, he was intent on being up and around. "We 'bout tuh staryt this paryty." He shot them a grin.

Lori and Andrea brought out tray after tray of food, and the dishes weren't connected in any way. Just whatever the two of them had been able to pull together from the hundreds of cans they had found in the basement. This church was so well stocked, it was surprising.

"This looks great!"

"Wow." Glenn smiled. "This must be why you women are always in the kitchen! You're good at it!"

"Oh no you didn't." Lori's hands went straight to her hips.

"What?"

"You know what, just because this is the end of the world, does not mean that we don't have rights! We're still just as important as you are, and we won't be talked down to anymore!" Andrea crossed her arms.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"Damn straight!" Cali slammed a hand on the table. "We are now officially the WWSA! The Walker Women Suffrage Association!"

"Way to go Glenn." Shane groaned. "Now we gotta deal with this shit."

"Language!" Carol and Lori chided Shane, giving him the same look they usually reserved for Cali.

"Ya'll gawtta be th' most screwed up individuals I ever seen." Jonas snorted. Shiloh, who was sitting up on a table near him, smiled and shook her head.

"Just a little something to remember us by." Cali smiled.

"Now tell me, are ya'll sure you don't want to come with us tomorrow?" Rick asked. Jonas chewed on his lip.

"Naw so syure tha's such a good idea is all."

"Why not?"

"More mouth to feed."

"Well, with your persmission, we'll pack up the extent of what the church is holding. Then we head off in the general area of where Ft. Benning is."

Jonas turned toward Shiloh, and started translating for her. Eyes narrowed, she listened to what Jonas had to say, then she thought hard. The black eyes were shiny. She asked an occasional question, but listened for the majority of the conversation.

Cali stared, chewing on her food, and thinking that these people really should come with them. Especially if they have a scary group of people after them. Jonas had woken her up when she had been sleeping on Daryl's chest, and she'd listened very carefully to the story. They needed to get out of here, and Rick was giving them that opportunity. They could be safe.

Finally, Shiloh gave a nod, and turned away from the group. Jonas gave a small smile. "Ya'll sure ya want us?"

"Absolutely. We need all the man power we can get. And it seems that you and Shiloh know how to take care of yourselves. Why not? We'll leave tomorrow."

"Sounds good." Jonas nodded and threw his arm around Shiloh. She smiled and leaned into her boyfriend.

A nice, normal, healthy couple. That'll be a nice change. Cali smirked to herself. Those poor people had no idea what they were willingly getting into.

An Asian Porno Pizza Boy, a corrupted Lawman and his little Deputy, a Best Friend Killer, little sassy bastard children, and that horrid time when all the women at camp were on their period at the same time.

But what could she say? They were family. And she loved them to death.

.:.

So hush little baby don't you cry

Everything's gonna be alright

Stiffen that upper lip up little lady

I told ya, daddy's here to hold ya through the night

I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why

We feel how we feel inside-

The tinkling sound of glass interrupted Cali's singing. She froze, straining her ears to hear something else, but there was nothing. Jus the same silence she'd been fighting since the sun had gone down. She repositioned herself under her sleeping bag, but it didn't make her paranoia die down anymore.

She had heard the glass, right?

Cali closed her eyes once more, trying to pull the song back out of her brain, and drag herself back to the brink of drowsiness that she had been teetering on. She was just paranoid.

Right?

She opened her eyes, and looked around. All the windows in the church were intact, and the only thing that was out of place was someone sitting up in their area.

It was Daryl.

Any doubts she had formally had were expelled immediately. Worst case scenario: someone broke into the church. Best case scenario: Jonas or Shiloh had dropped something.

Oh please let the French people be clumsy.

Daryl was crawling out of his sleeping bag now, and managing not to make any noise as he did it. Cali's heart flew into her throat and she got out of hers. Daryl's head immediately snapped towards her and he slowly made his way over.

"Whut?" his voice was barely a whisper.

"You heard that too?" she responded in the same decibel.

"Yeah. Gonn' go check it out."

"By yourself?"

"Yup."

"You can't! Remember what Jonas said? About the group of men…"

"If they in, they in. I gott' go see."

"Take Rick then. Or someone else."

"Ain't gonn' freak them out if I don't need tuh. Prolly jus' whine the sum'bitch to death anyways."

"Don't go alone."

"I'll be ten minutes. Tops."

"What if they're in here!"

"Then you'll know."

"I'm going with." Cali crossed her arms. Daryl shook his head.

"No you ain't. Yer gonn' stay here. I ain't needin' tuh babysit you out there either."

"You won't have too. I just don't want you going out alone."

"Jus' go back tuh sleep Nia."

"Not an option anymore."

"Jus' do it. I'll be right back." he turned to leave, but California reached out, and grabbed his arm. She pulled him back, but she could only get him to turn around. Before she realized it, she was under that stupid gaze again.

"Don't go. I have a really bad feeling. Please just stay here."

"I ain't gonn' let them trap us here. Gonn' see what we're up against, then come back."

That was bullshit, and they both knew it. Daryl Dixon didn't run from a fight, ever. If he ran into them, he wouldn't start running for backup. "Daryl…just let me come, that way, if you run into something, I can run back for help. Please."

Daryl scowled, but he weighed out his options. Jonas had never said how many men were in this little group, and he'd probably end up needing help. And Nia was pretty good at getting herself out of sticky situations…then again, there wasn't a damn tree in the church.

"Fine. But, ya fallow every single one a' my rules. Alla them. I say run, ya run. Get it?"

"Yeah." Cali was already on her feet. She followed behind him, and he was relieved that she at least knew how to make herself quiet. She was from Wyoming though, and everyone goes hunting at least once there.

They stalked along the hallway, trying to figure out how the intruders would've come in. All the windows downstairs were locked, and still intact. That only left upstairs. Daryl gripped the crossbow tighter, and turned back towards Nia. "Ya gotta stay here. I wanna surprise them if they up there. Jonas 'n Shiloh'll have my back. So wait here. Ya hear anything loud, then ya go get help. Alright?"

"I don't…"

"I jus' gotta make sure Nia." He assured her, then pushed her into the doorway that lead to the basement. She'd be hidden there, not easy to see. Especially with her black hair. It was the best he could do. "Be right back." He told her, then mad his way up the stairs.

She leaned against the wall, and tried to calm her heart down. That way, if something did happen, she'd be able to hear it. She had to stay on top of things. She was calm. She could handle this.

Then, the door behind her opened.

A hand covered her mouth before she could react, and she was pulled into the basement.

Banging various body parts against the hard concrete of the stairs, the figure dragged Cali deeper into the darkness. Their body shook with a sinister chuckle. "Been lookin' all over for ya there, little miss black hair. Yer French ass ain't getting away from me this time."

He thinks I'm Shiloh? Cali's mind supplied her too late, because they reached the bottom of the steps, and the man threw her onto something warm. And sticky.

"Check it out there Lady Marmalade, that's what happens when you fight back. We got lucky, that he was snooping around down here. Broke a winder, then his jaw. Beat the hell out of him. Would you like tuh see?" The voice was scratchy, and had way too much happiness in what it was talking about. "Alright then, let's do it."

A small, single bulb clicked on, and Cali realized what she had been thrown onto.

Jonas' body was under her. Eyes hollow, and with pain evident in them. He was beat to shit, and knives were in his body. His blood spread, practically coating the basement floor. Cali had to resist the urge to cry and puke simultaneously.

Jonas was still warm.

The man was behind her, and he laughed. "Suck luck for your boyfriend huh? I had to send my men upstairs tuh find ya. But lookit that. You came right tuh me. And now, yer gonna pay for what you did to me." The man grabbed Cali's hair and wretched her head back. She cried out, and the hand instantly dropped from her hair.

"L-Little bird?"

"Merle!"

Boom! So here's where I need you to help me out! So, should Cali keep Merle there, and call for Daryl, then make Daryl see what a monster his brother has become? Or should Cali let Merle escape, that way, Daryl doesn't have to face that his brother did this. Let me know in a review! :D

Thank yous!:

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Rickii101: He's a nice guy! I'm sure of it!

constantlylost: aren't they though? :]

Shadowsghosts: are you calling me a three year old? XD and I'm sure they'll figure it out. They're big kids :]

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