Losing blood, starving and dehydrated, Charlotte began to become very dizzy. However, she had to keep strong to keep her sister safe from this gun-totting hillbilly.

Still crying because it was rather hard to keep it in, she sobbed, "Please mister, my sister, she's hurt-"

"Is she sick?" he asked in his heavily accented voice. His voice was a little scratchy and a bit annoying, but Charlotte had to try to appeal to his better nature; he might have to be their savior even though he brought on their demise.

"No, she's just bleedin'-"

"She been bit?"

He then moved the gun to the other head in the truck, never giving them the chance to get out. He was more than ready to shoot the girl until Charlotte practically screamed out, "No! We crashed into a fuckin' tree because of you!"

"Shut up, bitch!"

"Merle," someone else said, quickly approaching the crashed truck. "Tell those bitches to shut it or them walkers will be here!" he whispered fiercely at the man that still had his gun to Rose's head.

"Please, my sister is hurt, we need to get her to a hospital," Charlotte said, turning to the other man even though she couldn't see them in the dark. Even what little light the crescent moon gave off wasn't enough to tell them apart other than one was much bigger than the second one. The bigger one was the one holding the gun to her sister's head, the one called Merle.

The smaller one laughed. "You know what goin' on, right? Whole world gone ta hell! Ya think hospital safe place for yur sister and yurself?"

"There's Atlanta-"

"That place is no safe zone. It'll be gone to them walkers soon enough," he interrupted. "They jus been lucky so far."

"Please, I just need help." Charlotte was desperate. Her own blood dripped down her chin, meaning she needed some medical attention as well. "Please, just help us. I promise to repay you."

The two men were silent for a short while, causing Charlotte to panic when she felt blood drip onto her legs; it was Rose's blood. Charlotte took the edge of her shirt and tried to stop the bleeding. Though, it hardly helped at all. Rose needed to be cleaned and bandaged up, but these two weren't helping at all. Finally, the bigger one spoke up.

"I say we blow their heads off and go back ta the others," Merle snarled as he pressed the gun harder against Rose's head.

"No, we need more survivors," the other said after a minute. "More people to help kill of any walkers that come around."

"One of 'em is hurt, how much help can she be?"

"I don't give a fuck. Jus' help her carry the bitch to the truck and let's head back," the second one said. "We wasted too much time."

Charlotte was beginning to say 'thank you' but stopped when the bigger one roughly yanked her out of the truck and proceeded to roughly take out her sister. He growled, "Wut? Follow Daryl you bitch. I can carry yur dead sister to the truck."

Charlotte, too exhausted to snap back or pick a fight, simply followed the other guy to their pick-up truck parked behind a hill. Charlotte still wasn't able to see any distinctive features; they were still shadows to her.

Halfway there, she ran back to her truck quickly once she remembered the duffle bags with all their things in it. This only irritated the two men, but Charlotte couldn't leave the bags behind. Once she came back, the other one, Daryl, told her to sit in the back before tossing her a rag.

"Yur face is shit, clean yurself up," he growled as his brother simply dropped Rose in the back. Merle sat up front in the driver seat while Daryl sat in the passenger side.

Charlotte took the rag, which was rather dirty, but instead of wiping whatever blood was dripping down her face, she jumped in the back and began taking care of Rose. Recalling the nursing classes she took one summer for college credit, she checked her sister for any sign of life. Placing two fingers on Rose's neck right under her jaw, she checked for Rose's pulse. It was slow, but steady. Her twin was still alive for now. Charlotte had to keep it that way even though it was hard with the jackass hillbilly, Merle, driving like a maniac.

However, they came to stop after driving through some woods and up a narrow path to a secluded area; perfect place to hide from those walkers.

"Merle and Daryl are back," someone shouted down from somewhere.

Charlotte, scared the rest were like the first two, clutched onto Rose in dread.

"Oh yippee," someone else replied sarcastically.

"There's something moving in the back of their truck."

There was a commotion, some of the others fearing that a walker had managed to sneak in the back. It continued until a gunshot blasted through the air forcing everyone to fall into silence. It was Merle wasting a perfectly good bullet because he was an idiotic hillbilly.

"Merle," someone shouted, "put that gun down-"

"Or wut, Shane?" he spat in response.

"What do you have in the back, Daryl?" Another cut in to avoid conflict. The person was drawing near the back of the pick-up where Charlotte was ready to fight off any of them if they tried to hurt her. Although, she was sure that she wouldn't be able to fight them off in her state.

"Two girls, one of 'em is bleedin' though. Well, both of 'em are," Daryl explained. "Merle shot down their truck cause he wanted to and they crashed into a tree."

"You don't just shoot people down!" a woman yelled in disgust.

"I do what I want, bitch! Watcha gunna do 'bout it?" However, everyone ignored them as they ran to check the back of the truck.

Suddenly, there was a whole shuffle of feet as the rest of the group ran to the back only to see a petrified girl holding onto her bloody replica. There was Charlotte with the dirty and now blood-spattered rag against her sister's head.

"Please help her," Charlotte had said just as darkness was creeping into her vision. Then the whole world turned black.

For a moment, Charlotte thought she was back at home and passed out on the floor because she had been too drunk to navigate to herself to her warm bed. The whole walker situation and end of the world shit had simply been a dream caused by someone slipping some drugs into her drinks. However, the idea of this all being a dream left her when she woke up groggily in some place with light blue…walls.

She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes as she looked up at the pointed ceiling…Charlotte reached out an arm to touch the walls only to feel the synthetic fabric under her fingertips. Then she looked down when she felt the same fabric against her bare body. Wait, bare?

Charlotte sat up quickly only to see that she was scantily clad in her bra and underwear. Pulling the sleeping bag around her body, she searched the place for her clothes. What had these people done to her after she passed out? What had they done to her sister?

Her eyes widened in fear as she forgot all about clothes. Once again fearing for her sister's life over hers, she tried to find the exit, which she did but had trouble opening in her frenzy to find and protect Rose.

"Rose! Rose!" She screamed out hoarsely. She still hadn't anything to eat or drink since yesterday, but that was in the back of her mind when she unzipped the tent and stumbled out.

Charlotte was very much confused when she saw trees and hard, dirt ground barely covered in grass until she kept running further along. There were people, not many, but quite a few. More than she had seen since everything happened that weren't walkers.

Her dark gray eyes darted around the makeshift area that appeared it could've been a camping trip gone awry. Suddenly, everyone was looking her way but only the women ran over to her. Charlotte didn't even trust them as they drew near, but she didn't have anything to defend herself against them other than her fists. She held them up and yelled, "Don't get near me! Where is Rose?"

"Your sister is safe," a young woman with blonde hair explained quickly. "She's asleep in the RV. We bandaged her up as much as we could with what we have. Just you have to trust us."

Suddenly, a man wearing a police uniform with short black hair approached slowly from behind. Probably going to try to subdue her, but she caught him out of the corner of her eye and spun to face him. "Don't think about it!"

"Shane, get away from her," another woman exclaimed. "Everyone just back up a little; give her some room to breathe."

Charlotte glanced at the woman who was speaking, but didn't put her guard down especially after she heard someone else let out a low wolf whistle.

"Thank God we saved yur skinny ass; woulda been a shame ta have that body go ta waste." Charlotte recognized that voice from last night. It belonged to that bigger hillbilly, Merle, but she didn't turn to look at him.

"Merle, back off you pig!"

"Bitch, keep yur damn mouth shut or I'll shut it for you!" He growled in response, but the one named Shane cut in.

With everyone distracted, Charlotte looked around for the said RV and bolted past everyone to it despite the fact she was still only in her bra and underwear. Better than the time she was nude at the chaotic lake party for her and Rose's big 18th birthday bash.

There was a man on top of the RV with binoculars and another under the hood, fixing something, but she ignored both as she opened the door and ran in. First, there was a small kitchen and further down was the small bedroom with one bed and a chair beside it.

On the bed was her sister peacefully asleep. All the blood had been cleaned up and her wound covered in many small, brown band-aids. Charlotte plopped down on the chair after pulling it closer next to her sister and simply looked down at her after pushing back a few stray strands of black hair. There was dried blood in her hair, but that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that Rose was alive and safe.

Placing her hands over her sister's, Charlotte let out a tired sigh. "Rose, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to stop them from getting Ma and Pa. I'm sorry that all of this is happening; you don't deserve any of this. I'm sorry we weren't able to go check on Ben or any of them…for not offering to check on them. I'm sorry, Rose. So very sorry." Her voice cracked at the end as a few tears slipped down her cheeks.

No one had run in after Charlotte because the poor girl needed her privacy. Moreover, Shane had to calm everyone else down and shut Merle up. Once everyone was quite and somewhat happy, the young blonde girl went to go check on Charlotte after a little while longer.

She walked in, but Charlotte hadn't noticed until the girl asked, "How she doing?"

With watery red eyes, Charlotte looked up a little startled by the sudden presence. Instead of becoming defensive again, she simply nodded. Don't be fooled, she was wary of the girl, but not as much as before.

"I think she's okay. Her pulse in normal, which is always a good sign and the bleeding has stopped."

"Good," the girl said with a small smile. "I'm Amy, by the way."

"Charlotte," she replied; she nodded at her sister. "My sister Rose."

"Everyone figured," Amy laughed lightly, but Charlotte only allowed a ghost of a smile to graze her lips.

There was a moment of silence as Charlotte kept her gaze on her sister, but instead of leaving, Amy spoke up. "Um, I'm not sure if you enjoy walking around in your underwear, but we still have your duffle bags and washed your clothes from last night…if you would like to wear…something."

"Oh," Charlotte said, remembering that she wasn't really wearing anything once again. "Right…" She stood up and waited for Amy to lead her to where the bags were.

Amy hesitated. "Would you like me to bring them to you? I don't want Merle or Daryl to…"

"I'm not scared of them," Charlotte replied even though she probably shouldn't since she was still weak. Just then, her stomach growled forcing her clutch it as she sat back down. She grimaced in pain; it was a surprise she could even stand up, but that could have been the adrenaline rush caused by her apprehension for her sister.

"I'll go bring your clothes and you can eat some of the canned food for breakfast." Amy didn't buy Charlotte's tough act. "I won't be long and don't be scared when the others trickle in to check on you. My older sister, Andrea, should be in here soon along with Dale. Don't worry; we're all here to help. We're all in the same boat."

And with that, she left Charlotte alone with Rose.

So there you go, they finally arrived at the camp. I know it may seem a little quick, but considering that I have no clue how the whole group really got together in the show, I'm just going to assume they all sort of chanced upon each other. Of course, not everyone is there and it will be at least a month before Rick shows up and I follow along with the show timeline, but yeah...if any of you understood that than yay if not, I'm more than happy to explain it better...

Once again thank you to VampiresandWerewolves17, Rickii and Jyuushiro'sJewel666; you three are just awesome! I would also like to thank my many readers and all of ya'll who've been favoriting (not a word, I know) and putting it on story alert. Makes me happy that there are people who are enjoying this story and want to read me. Once again, thanks. =)

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