Okay, I know it's taking a long time to update but I'm a very busy girl. To the guest that reviewed: I'm not sure if your comment was a good one or bad, but I took it as bad. Yes, I have two OC's. I've had this story envisioned in my head for a while. I thought about using Carl instead of Hunter, but id either have to start my story a lot later than I wanted or age Carl up like five years. I didn't want to do either of those. With that being said, here the next chapter. I changed a few things from the storyline.

When we got back to camp the boy, who I found out name was Hunter, helped out the back. He stopped and examined my wrist. He shook his head and gave me a look of pity. I just glared at him, my eyes narrowed, showing my displeasure of the situation. What I gathered from the cop and Hunter while on this never ending drive is, Rick was in the hospital when all of the went down. Hunter, who is Rick's nephew, had gone to check on him, but everyone and everything was already gone. Rick couldn't find his family and somehow ended up in Atlanta. I'm still trying to fill in some blanks.

I started walking towards camp, leaving Hunter behind me. That's when I saw Rick, run to the women and her son from camp, Lori and Carl. There's a blank filled in, they must be his missing family. Hunter left my side and ran to them. They all encased each other in their arms.

After ten long minutes of hugging and kissing and me wanting to shoot my brains out, they finally realized I still was handcuffed. Dale, the older man who I actually kind of liked approached Rick "What are you going to do about Dakota? Her father isn't going to be very keen on her being handcuffed when he returns." Rick's expression was puzzled, "Her father?" he asked to no one in particular. Shane was the first to respond, "Daryl. Her uncle is Merle. Let's just say the Dixons have a little... temperament." Rick nodded his head. "We will just have to try and reason. Explain she was being a threat." Everyone nodded, but they knew it wouldn't go over easy.

"Well, where are you going to put her. You can't leave her handcuffed with no protection." Dale said to Shane and Rick. The cops exchanged looks, thinking about what they should do. Hunter stepped forward, "I'll stay with her." he said, "Just in case." Ricked nodded his head, "Just be careful."

They took me to the RV and handcuffed me to it. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest. They are acting like I'm a wild animal. In a way, I guess I was. I know I acted like one on the roof, but in fairness they deserved it. It still didn't make me feel any better. Instead, it angered me to no end.

They all gathered around the campfire and ate and talked. I sat there, drowning out all noise. I felt a tap on my shoulder and opened my eyes looking to my left and seeing Hunter. I rolled my eyes and looked away. "I..um... brought you some water. And some food." He sat down on the ground beside me, holding the food in front of me. I ignored him. He sighed, "Okay, fine. At least let me clean and doctor your wrists." He moved closer and reached for my wrist. I took my opportunity and head-butted him. I saw blood gush from his nose as he yelped in pain. Rick ran over and ushered him away shooting me a look over his shoulder.

I looked at my wrist, they were bloody and bruised. Daryl really isn't going to like this. He was always protective when it came to me getting hurt. Almost like it physically hurt him too.

Like Hunter had promised, he sat with me all night. Of course, keeping his distance. He never once said a single word to me.

That next morning, I got woke up by the group out and about, tending to business. Daryl would be back today. Hunter came over and tried to hand me a water bottle. Even though my insides were screaming for a drink, I ignored his offer. Instead just staring at him. His expression showed how annoyed he was, "Whatever, stubborn little hillbilly." he muttered under his breath as he retreated from me.

All I really wanted was some Tylenol. My head was still pounding for the blow that knocked me unconscious. I really wanted to know if Merle was okay too.

I've been a valuable asset to this group. You would think they would be a little more grateful. I've hunted, gathered, protected, and they leave me handcuffed to a damn RV. I scoffed at the thought.

I heard a scream and someone call out for their mom. It sounded like Carl and Sofia. Everyone ran off in their direction. Expect, Hunter, who stayed close, to keep an eye on me. I stood up not being gable to stand all the way, but I wanted to be prepared.

They were gone for a while before I saw everyone heading back. With them, was Daryl. He called for Merle, but of course he didn't answer. Before his eyes could land on me hidden behind some members of the group, Shane stopped him. He told him there was a problem in Atlanta. "He dead?" Daryl asked.

"We're not sure." Shane replied quietly.

Daryl started to get agitated, "He either is or he ain't!"

Rick stepped towards him, "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

"Who are you?" Daryl asked the cop.

"Rick Grimes." he replied.

"Rick Grimes," Daryl said mockingly. "You got somethin' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, Dakota too. So, I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there. We were able to knock Dakota unconscious and bring her back, but because she was so aggressive we had to leave her handcuffed." His hand came up and pointed in my direction. Daryl turned and looked at me. I begged him with my eyes to get me out of here. Daryl started to pace, "Hold on. Let me process this. You're sayin' you handcuffed my brother to a roof! And you left him there!" Daryl was yelling at Rick. "Then, you knocked my fifteen-year-old daughter unconscious, and left her handcuffed all night!"

Rick nodded his head and replied 'yeah'. Nice to see him so calm about it. Daryl threw the squirrels at Rick, causing him to duck. Daryl used the opportunity to run at him, but Shane tackled him to the ground. Daryl drew his knife and stood up. T-Dog yelled a warning to Rick. Daryl went after Rick but in the flash of an eye Shane and Rick had Daryl caught. Shane put Daryl in a headlock.

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl yelled at Shane.

"Nah, I think it's better if I don't."

Rick approached Daryl and kneeled to eye level, "Are you ready to talk?" Daryl nodded and Shane released him. Hunter extended his hand go Daryl. I was confused until I saw he was handing him the key to my handcuffs. Daryl took it, giving Hunter a death glare. "Just tell me where he is so I can go get him." Daryl said as he opened the cuffs that bound my hands. He looked at my wrist, his face turned red with anger. I placed my hand on his shoulder, to reassure him I'm okay. I didn't want to see another fight break out.

"I'll take you." Rick told him. "We leave in an hour."