Yay for chapter 4! It didn't take very long, only because I had most of it typed already.

Don't be affraid to enjoy and review. :)

Oh and SarahLostInes: I'm so glad you told me about Alice, because I was actually going for a cross between Tomb Raider and Alice from Resident Evil. Totally not an original character, but it works. (:

Authors note: I know that this story is a bit low on actual sophistication, even rated M. Truth is I don't bother focusing on the high vocabulary and grammar, because I write this story quickly and for the fun of it. If you would like the potential of this story to be higher, let me know. :)

The drive back to the camp was very quiet, Eva sat in the back of the truck, right behind the boys that sat in their own compartment. No one talked to eachother, but every now and then she caught Daryl's eyes on her through the rear view mirror. She could feel a blush creeping up everytime when their eyes met. The man sure was cute, and his accent was too. But in the end a blush never came. She wasn't one to have a guy charm her so easily, she was trained for things like that. Why was he staring at her though? She thought. Maybe she was blocking the view of the rear.

But was it necessary when there were no other cars?

Daryl wasn't quite alright bringing a new person to the camp. Especially one he didn't trust, even though they had her guns. ~She aint dressin' like us~ He thought. With her knee high boots, tight shorts and top...his mind wandered off to where it shouldn't be. So he straightened himself up and took a look in the rear view mirror, and her eyes were staring back at his. He jumped a little, but no one seemed to notice. He could feel the heat rushing up to his face. Was Daryl Dixon blushing?
~She aint notin' but a stranger, no matter how pretty she is~

But she was beautiful.

When they arrived at camp, Eva seemed a bit iffy about the situation when she thought about it. How many more survivors were there? And how would they react about having her here?

Daryl and Glenn got out of the truck to go meet with the other survivors. ~Wow, there were so many, a lot more than I thought there would be~ She jumped off the back and just stood there awkwardly.
She looked over at the group gathered and could hear conversations going on.

"Really? How did you guys not get eaten?" The blonde with the ponytail seemed suprised.
The two guys seemed to have forgotten about the third wheel they left back at the truck. Daryl still stood in place when Glenn started walking back to the truck.

"Uhmm, new girl, she came out of nowhere and saved us." Exclaimed Glenn.

"Yeh, and pretty much drew every damn walker in the buildin' straight t'us." Daryl always had to be negative.

They all followed Glenn and walked back by the truck and some stopped to give her uneasy stares. They didn't know how to react to her, not to mention the way she was dressed. But all Eva did was smile warmingly, in hopes of easing there stares. Glenn stood next to Eva and was about to put a hand on her shoulder, but protested. "This is Eva-ugh-"

"Lorington" Eva spoke out, cutting Glenn off. "And it's very nice to meet all of you." They noticed her british accent and some smiled, others still had uneasy stares.

"You all can certainly trust me"

"Well new survivors are always welcome" Said a thin woman with a smaller boy at her side. The woman spoke with a tender voice, but she didn't smile. The other members of the camp seemed to have wanted to say the same thing, but the thin lady already spoke what they were thinking, so they smiled and went off to continue doing what they were before the truck arrived at camp. Eva felt the uneasiness in the atmosphere go away, it made her feel a little better. The awkwardness was still in the air though, she didn't know what to do besides stand there.

Glenn cautiously turned to look at Eva, handing her her weapons. "Ugh..here." She smiled and took the hand guns and placed them where they belonged, and put the shotgun in the back of the truck.

"What the hell you doin' chinaman, I aint trustin' her yet." Daryl walked back over to her but was stopped by a built man, he had a long nose and dark hair. "Now hold up Daryl, those were hers to begin with. I know you don't trust her but the least y'could is give her a chance." He turned around to smile at Eva. "Now don't chu worry about him, Daryl Dixon isn't one to be polite with." She nodded, keeping her precaution. Daryl glared at Eva for a moment, but eventually his eyes softened and he walked off.

"Whats this here 'bout my brother?" A tall, bald, beefy man said coming from a nearby tent.

"Nothing to worry about Merle, just a small argument" The built man said again, but then Merle didn't seemed to care when his eyes fell on Eva.

The tall man gave a loud wolf whistle as he staggered over to her. Was he on something? Was he drunk? Eva could definitely tell that there was somethine not right about him.

"Woo wee, aint you a purdy one for sore eyes like mine" He was now infront of her, and caught a few of the survivors' attentions. Eva stood her ground, not knowing what could happen, and then he grabbed her arm. Hard.

"Why don't chu come in my tent sugar tits, I'll show you'a fun time" He laughed, not really noticing that she was new.

"Let go of me, please." Eva spoke in a firm tone, but he just yanked her towards him as he started walking. Now the whole camp was watching, and the built man that had curly dark hair was about to walk towards them when Eva pulled a gun to Merle's face. He stopped dead in his tracks. Everyone was on their feet.

"Now look here, dear sir, you let go of my arm, or I will blow your head off. And don't think that I won't hesitate, because I won't." The smile that Merle was wearing wore off, but Eva wasn't scared. She was used to these kind of situations, she used to be an agent after all.

Merle let go and walked off, not looking at anyone else before he entered back into his tent.

Daryl saw the whole thing, but didn't even budge, to his own suprise. His brother had a gun to his face and he didn't even move. Maybe it was the person who had the gun, the new girl. He walked off too being confused.

He grabbed his crossbow and walked towards the back of the camp and into the forest.

~Maybe I can shoot the shit out of some squirrels.~

Was he mad? Or more frustrated?

Eva put her gun back at her side, when she looked up, everyone was staring. ~Well that was a good way to start a first impression.~ She thought to herself. And then there was the awkward moment again, as she stood there looking dumb.

~Well, might as well make myself at home, it's better than standing here.~ She walked towards the fire and took a seat. She stared into the fire and started daydreaming about her home back in England. About how when she returned home, it felt like a nice warm bath.

No missions, no guns, no annoying calls about killing anyone. Just peaceful. Anything from reading on the back porch while sipping chai tea, or enjoying a nice dinner with her favorite movie.

Now come to think of it, in the past she enjoyed her own company, she barely knew her parents, just recongized them as co-workers. Now, she was searching for someone else's. Was it more of a family? Or something more?

It hadn't been long until she felt the presence of someone else, she looked over and there was the blonde girl with her hair down.

"I'm Amy," She smiled and tilted her head towards the other blonde.

"And thats my sister Andrea, she might seem like a bitch sometimes, but she's a nice person overall." They both chuckled a little, Eva didn't seem angry at all about the interuption of her lovely daydream.

"Well my name is Eva, and I don't bite very hard." She smiled at Amy.

"Is that a british accent I am hearing?" Another person walked over to sit down, it was Andrea.

"Yes it certainly is, born and raised there, to a certain extent I suppose" Remembering that she had started her agent training when she was just 13.

"Are you from there?" And yet another person came, it was the thin girl, the little boy came and sat infront of her. Eva nodded.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Lori, and this is Carl." She smiled down, it must be her son.

And then soon enough five more people or so were gathered at the campfire. After a while, she learned that the usual group that gathered around this campfire were Amy, Andrea, Lori, Carl, Dale, Shane, Jacqui, Glenn, Jim, T-Dogg, Morales and his family. They all had this close connection, they've been through a lot with eachother. There were a few more campfires around, the closest one had Carol, Ed, and Sophia. Eva heard a few bad things about the relations between the family, she felt bad.

They all mingled for about an hour or so, with Eva telling them everything about her past life, especially her job. Some of them thought being an agent was cool, some had worried looks on their faces.

Would she kill them all at the dead of night? But that thought never completely came up to anyone's mind. Maybe to Daryl, but he was no where in sight. Neither was Merle, but eva knew that he was inside his tent.

"So you were an agent, like James Bond?" Carl was asking none stop questions. She laughed, thinking about the movie.

"Oh yes, except I did my own stunts." Everyone around the fire laughed too.

"So what did you do on all of your missions?" Carl seemed to be oblivious to the term 'Taking out' when Eva was describing her missions, all the adults understood. Eva put a hand on his head and said "I kill people, dear."

And then the camp went a little silent as Carl sat pondering for a moment. She kinda wished she hadn't said that with the way Lori looked at her. But then Carl smiled and shouted, "Cool!"

Everyone laughed again.

"So what's with that outfit?" Shane said, Eva could clearly notice that he was staring at her for quite awhile, it made her a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh this? It was a full body suit before, but the heat down here was unbearable, so I cut off the uneeded parts." She stared down at her outfit. ~Was it really that unrevealing?~

"Well it looks super hot on you, it seriously looks like you came in from a 007 movie." Amy laughed.

"Thanks" Eva smiled, feeling just a bit self-conscious.

A few more small talks continued when Dale brought out a giant metal tin filled with something that smelled delightful.

"Alright, who wants squirrel!"

Eva stopped what she said for a moment and took another moment to take in what she'd just heard.

~Did he just say squirrel? As in rodent?~ It's not like Eva was scared of rodents, but the thought of eating them was a bit unusual. Amy caught the reaction, since she was talking to her anyway.

"Don't worry, it tastes like chicken." Amy gave Eva a small wink, letting her know that even though it might not taste like chicken, it wont be as bad as she thinks.