Daryl

Daryl woke up in a bed, Carol and Noah were nowhere to be seen. His right leg was in the worst pain that he could ever imagine, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was feeling unconscious, slipping in and out of his nightmares. He finally awoke to a familiar voice.

"Daryl?" Beth whispered as she walked in with a shocked expression on her face. Daryl squinted at her and tried to stand, but he couldn't even lift himself up out of bed, the pain was too great.

"Don't, you'll be okay Daryl Dixon." Beth said as she bent down to hug him. Daryl returned the hug, but as soon as his arms wrapped around her, he remembered his nightmare that he had about her.

"Are you okay?" Daryl asked with genuine concern in his voice. Beth didn't let go of him, and Daryl didn't want to be the first one to let go.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm fine Daryl. Are you okay, your leg isn't looking too pretty." Beth said to him, almost in a whisper.

"It hurts like hell, how bad is it?" Daryl asked with a grunt, not planning on looking at his leg.

"It's...It's seen better days." Beth said, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to tell him that his leg was pretty messed up.

"How long till it'll be fine?" Daryl asked her, not caring that they were still holding on to each other.

"I would give it a couple of weeks at the least. What happened to you?" Beth asked, obviously worried about Daryl's well being.

"I was with Carol and this African American kid named Noah. We were going to look for you, but I didn't look both ways before crossing the road." Daryl said, feeling at ease.

"So you're telling me that you got hit by a car?" Beth asked, making sure what she heard was true. "Oh Daryl Dixon." She thought to herself with a smirk.

"Yeah, I wasn't paying no attention to my surroundings. I should've been alert." Daryl remarked on his stupidity.

"It's not your fault that you got hit by a car. It was probably going past its speed limit anyways." Beth said, her smirk remained on her face.

"Yeah, that'll be my excuse." Daryl said with a chuckle. "Are you a doctor here or something?" Daryl asked her, wondering what she even did here.

"Kinda. I take care of people that get hurt. I guess you could kind of say I'm like a nurse." Beth said. Daryl and her finally let go of the hug, but when they did, Daryl finally got a good look at her face. He saw all of the marks and cuts on her face.

"Who did that to you?" Daryl asked immediately as his face darkened at the thought of someone touching Beth.

"The officer here, she can be a real bitch." Beth said, hoping Daryl wouldn't get so upset.

"I'll teach her not to ever hit you again..." Daryl growled as he started to form a plan inside of his head, he was thinking of ways that he could this officer for hurting Beth.

"Daryl, it's fine. If you attack her, she'll have her squad on you in a heartbeat." Beth said, hoping Daryl would listen to her.

"But..." Daryl began again, but he was cut off.

"No Daryl, you would get killed. Trust me." Beth said, worried that Daryl wouldn't listen to her.

"Beth, where are you?" Dawn called out from somewhere. Beth heard footsteps getting closer to the room that Daryl and her were in. Daryl watched as Beth dashed outside. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Who was in there?" Daryl heard Dawn ask as the footsteps stopped.

"Another injured person. I was just leaving their room... Anyways, did you want something from me?" Beth asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah... We have another pile of laundry that needs to be done." Dawn said, her voice was now suspicious.

Daryl heard Beth scramble off, but he cracked his left eye open to see Dawn in the doorway looking at him. Daryl shut his eye, hoping that Dawn didn't see that he was awake. When he cracked his left eye open again, she was gone.

Bridget

Bridget walked inside the house with the new people, feeling cautious. She was greeted right away by the guys they called Mark.

"Hey." The boy said with a nod of his head.

"Hey." Bridget said back to him. She could tell that Mark was acting nice to her.

"I'm Mark. And you're... Bridget?" He asked, confirming the girls name.

"That's me. I'm eighteen years old, you?" Bridget asked Mark. She noticed that their ages were close.

"I'm nineteen years old. And it's a pleasure to meet you." Mark said with a small smile.

Bridget smiled back at the boy as he said "I'll see you around Bridget." Bridget watched Mark go over to Kenny and Danny as they started to talk to each other. Bridget looked around and found Zach outside, trying to fix the well. Bridget smiled at the sight, but the smile quickly turned into a frown as she noticed the guy named Gage who was standing behind Zach, watching him. Bridget watched as Gage rested his hand on the hilt of his knife, as if he was getting ready to draw it. Bridget jogged outside and said "Zach..."

Zach turned around to see Gage standing behind him. "Yeah?" Zach called back, taking a break from the well.

"I think it's time you call it a day, you've worked enough today." Bridget commented to him. She was still frowning because as soon as she said Zach's name, Gage took his hand off of his knife.

"I guess you're right. I'll work on it tomorrow..." Zach said as he set his tools down and began to walk inside. Bridget stayed on the porch for a minute, looking at Gage who was staring her dead in the eyes. She turned away and followed Zach inside, knowing that Zach and her were sharing their house with strangers. Within thirty minutes, the whole group was inside, loafing around. Bridget sat on the couch and looked at the TV screen that was pitch black.

"Hey, what's up? I'm Kenny." The teen said, having a seat next to Bridget.

"Hey, I'm Bridget." She said with a nervous smile. Bridget was thinking about the earlier events with Gage.

"You okay?" Kenny asked Bridget with a warm smile, he noticed that she was nervous.

"Yeah... I'm good. I just saw something that made me kinda nervous." Bridget told him, flashing a weak smile.

"What did you see?" Kenny asked, suddenly interested in the conversation. He started to press Bridget for answers.

"I saw a... Cockroach outside. It was pretty big. I hate them things..." Bridget lied, she couldn't mention anything about Gage and Zach.

"A Cockroach? That should be the least of your worries." Kenny said with a smile to Bridget.

"Yeah, I know. It is." Bridget said to him, returning a fake smile.

"Well... It's been nice talking to ya." Kenny said with a friendly smile as he got up and walked over to Gage.

Bridget noticed this, and paid close attention. She wanted to know what they were talking about, but she was to far away to hear.

"Hey. I'm Danny." A girl said as she took Kenny's spot.

"I'm Bridget..." She said, feeling overwhelmed with all of the new faces.

"Nice place you guys have here." Danny commented to Bridget, looking around with her eyes, taking note of the log cabin.

Bridget studied Danny's face, recalling that she had just met Gage recently. "Can I ask you an honest question?" Bridget asked, wanting to get answers.

"Sure, anything you want." Danny said, seeing an opportunity to become friends with Bridget.

"Do you honestly... Do you honestly trust Gage?" Bridget asked in a hushed voice, making sure that nobody could overhear their conversation.

Danny chuckled and said "No, nobody in our group trust him yet. We all have our eyes on him, he could be a loose cannon."

"He... I'm not sure, but... I think he was going to stab Zach..." Bridget whispered, not sure if that was really Gage's intentions.

"That's good to know. I'll remember that, thanks Bridget." Danny told her with a smile as Kenny called Danny over towards his direction. Bridget watched Danny whisper something to Kenny, wanting to hear the conversation. Kenny nodded his head, and Bridget felt like she had just made a huge mistake telling Danny about Gage almost stabbing Zach.