A/N: Okay, I'm going to say this once, Daryl, has become considerably less illiterate on the show, and I find some of the fanfics hard to read, when EVERY word is messed up, so I do my best to make it readable… This Chapter is probably my favorite, I've ever written. Thanks for all the support. Please comment/Follow/Favorite (:

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A man is swiftly walking through the woods alone, while being cautions of every step he takes. The man hasn't heard any noises in a long time. Silence makes the man tremble. He's losing hope. He looks up into the distance and sees a tree, a beautiful tree, and then he sees a tiny leg behind that tree. He proceeds with caution, his hope is regaining. "Excuse me?" he calls out, no answer. He walks slowly, and steadily steps behind the tree, all hope is gone. There lies a dead little girl, with a shot in her head. Her wound is still fresh, she was alive less then an hour ago. Her eyes are open, he closes them, and then the man sighs. He takes a seat, leaning against the tree, beside the little girl. "I'm sorry this happened to you." The man reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a gun. The man rubs his eyes, he take sin the beauty of the woods and then he pats the littler girl on the back. The man leans his head against the tree trunk. He brings the gun to his temple, and pulls the trigger.

(End Scene)

Daryl slipped back into camp unnoticed. He was disgusted with himself, horrified at what he did. Even if he wanted to come clean to Carol, he couldn't, not anymore. He felt stupid, he WAS stupid. This is what happens when he gets close to people, he destroys them. The constant voice of Merle lingered in his mind. 'You're a dumb worthless hillbilly, ain't nobody gonna' care about your stupid as, these people laugh at you.' The voice was right. At this moment Daryl decided everyone's better off without him, and he was going to pull away from everyone, even her.

Carol woke up, she wasn't alarmed right away when Sophia wasn't beside her. Sometimes she got up earlier to go play with the other kids. She put her sweater on, today felt colder then usual. She swung the passenger door open. She wasn't tall enough to reach the ground for the seat, so she held onto the door and had to jump a little. Carol walked past Daryl and gave him a little smile, but he just blew it off and looked away. I guess he's having one of those man periods, she thought. She chuckled a bit out loud, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. She walked closer to Shane and Lori, but they were having a quiet argument, there's been a lot of those since Rick got back, poor guy doesn't even know. She saw the Morales children running around with Carl.

"Morning." She said in a clear attempt to get their attention. They were laughing but Carl was the one who stopped to see what she needed.

"Good morning Ms. Peletier, how're you?"

"I'm fine Carl, where's Sophia? You guys playing hide and seek again? You know I don't like that." His eyebrow furrowed.

"I haven't seen her since the fire pit last night Ms. Peletier…" Carl said clearly, but curiously. Carol felt her heart in her throat.

"SOPHIA?!" She cried in desperation. She started running around the camp, alarming everyone, everyone started to look worried, and everyone started to look. Daryl didn't move, he looked scared. Carol thought that was really out of character, but didn't really care, she wanted and needed to find Sophia, and had made it her goal to not stop looking until she did.

Daryl was skinning squirrels, he had to distract himself, otherwise he would be reminded about what happened a little over 40 minutes ago. He was lost in his own thought, and skinning like everyone was going to starve, when Carl came up to his side. Carl gulped a little, and Daryl could tell the kid was trying to say something.

"Why aren't you helping?" he whispered, but was still very assertive.

"They got enough of you out there; I'll be more use here." Carl nodded, but wasn't convinced. He then turned around so he wasn't facing the group and whispered just loud enough for Daryl to hear.

"I saw what you did, I followed you." Daryl's eyes popped.

"Then why ya' here kid? Why dontcha run off and be a goddamned tattle tale?"

"Because I heard you talking… I know why you did it." Daryl looked at the little kid.

"So whattya want?" Carl wiped the sweat off his head.

"To thank you, for doing what she wanted. She was my best friend, and thank you." He quickly walked away before Daryl could reply. Daryl looked around the camp, seeing Carol rummage through everything, and seeing Rick setting up a plan to find Sophia, everything was in slow motion for him.

Its funny how plans change and promises break, and how just a millisecond can change a life forever, and break any promises made. The whole camp was in the middle of chaos, looking for a little girl who was dead, and nobody, not even Daryl could change what was about to happen, because with a single, loud and clear gunshot, coming from the woods, everyone's life was about to change.