Hello everyone, so this chapter took a little longer for me to write than the others. I don't know why but I just wasn't happy with the way it kept turning out. I had a few different ideas for it and it was hard for me to make up my mind. Anyway, I hope you all like it. Reviews are welcome!

Chapter 7- Bianca's POV

Bianca ran from the infirmary. She couldn't get out of there fast enough. Her thoughts rushed through her head so quickly she barely had time to process them. She knew she was being irrational and that he didn't recognize her, but Bianca couldn't help but feel rejected and angry. He didn't want her all those years ago. Why would he want her now? Maybe she shouldn't have gone looking for him. Maybe she should have stayed in Kansas. No, she made the right choice in getting out of there. Nothing good had happened in Kansas. Anywhere was better than that place. Besides if she had never left Kansas she wouldn't have found Camp New Hope. God, it was almost funny how true that name was.

Bianca kept running until she was out of the main building and headed towards the storage shed. She needed to let off some steam and she knew just the thing to help. Bianca reached the shed and tore open its doors. Once inside she went to the back where her favorite thing in the world hung up. Bianca grabbed the beautiful compact bow and a quiver full of arrows. After she shut and locked the shed doors, she stalked off to the main gate. Bianca felt the need to get out of the confines of the camp. She loved this place but with the extra people here now, and Daryl angry, Bianca was desprate to escape.

Bianca made her way through the thick trees not pausing or slowing down until she reached her destination. When she finally got to the grove, she set down her bow and quiver. She made her way over to the piece of plywood that she had painted a target on and made sure that it was still holding up properly. After she was satisfied that it was sturdy and in position, Bianca went and grabbed her bow.

She didn't know what it was about this weapon that calmed her down so easily, but she loved it. She loved the way the bow bent and tensed when she drew the string back. She loved the feeling of the unleashed power held in her hands as she focused her aim. Most of all she loved the relaxation and calmness that settled over her as she exhaled and released the string, sending the arrow flying through the air. The whole thing was exhilarating and thrilling. Her bow was one of the few things that could make her feel alive. She was fantastic with throwing knives and hand to hand combat, but her bow was her baby.

Bianca stood there and fired several arrows into the target. All of the arrows hit it either dead center, or very close to the center. With every arrow she fired at the target, she became more focused and relaxed. By the time she finished, Bianca had fully calmed down and came to her senses.

Daryl didn't hate her. She knew that. He was just angry that she had tranquilized him. Hell, if their situations were reversed she would be pissed as well. Bianca just needed to give him some space and time to calm down. Daryl always did have a quick temper. This was the first time she had ever had it directed at her though, she wasn't quite sure what to do next. When they were kids, he was always the one making sure everything was okay. He was the one who talked things through and set her straight, but that was years ago. Bianca knew that she wasn't the same person she had been when she was eight, and she doubted that Daryl was the same either.

Bianca sighed and decided that she was just going to have to fight through this one. If Daryl wanted to be angry and treat her like shit, fine. She was going to fight back, after all she was a Dixon. Dixons were always ready for a fight, and damn if they didn't put up a good one.

With her mind made up, Bianca gathered the arrows and headed back to the camp. She had was almost to the gates, when the sound of snapping branches caught her attention. Bianca stopped and looked towards the direction of the sound. Three of the dead were stumbling over piles of leaves and branches. Two were male and one was a female. They were long dead. Their flesh was barely hanging onto the bones any more. They caught Bianca's sent and started towards her. The closer they got the more animated they were. Their snarls and moans getting louder and more frantic. Bianca grinned and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. She lined up the shot and fired it into the head of the dead person closest to her. The female tripped over the fallen one. Bianca grabbed her knife and jumped onto the third and farthest one, plunging the blade deep into its skull. She yanked her knife free. Bits of brain and blood coated the once clean brain. A moan came from right behind Bianca. While she had been busy with the dead person under her, the female, who had tripped over it's comrade, had regained its footing and started advancing on Bianca. Before she could react, the dead person fell on Bianca, trapping her between itself and the one she just put down. In the process, it had also caused Bianca to lose her grip on her slippery, blood coated knife. Bianca wrestled with the dead person on top of her. It was difficult to gain any leverage due to the soft, rotting body under her. There were limbs everywhere. Bianca was getting so tangled up that she wasn't sure what was what anymore.

Bianca was beginning to think she wasn't going to fight off the dead person trying to sink its teeth into her. She became frantic and struggled even harder. She had just found her brother. He didn't even know who she was. She didn't want to die with him being mad at her. She didn't want to die at all. Especially now that she had found Daryl. Bianca was full out panicking now. She couldn't die like this. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

All of a sudden, everything stopped. The dead person on top of her had quit moving. It had also lost the top half of its head. Bianca's face was now covered in the red black blood of the once animated corpse. She pushed the body off of her and struggled to stand. Once she had regained her senses, she looked at the person in front of her. It was a very pretty black woman with dreads. Bianca recognized her as one of Daryl's group, but she didn't know her name. While Bianca had been wrestling with the corpse, this woman had sliced off the thing's head with her katana. Bianca was impressed, and it took a lot to do that.

"Thank you, for saving me." Bianca said to the woman. "I'm sorry that I don't know your name. I'm Bianca Dixon." Bianca held out her hand to the woman.

The woman stared at Bianca for a long moment before replying. "Michonne." Michonne completely ignored the offered hand shake and picked up Bianca's fallen blade instead. "You are lucky I was patrolling the perimeter. You should be more careful."

Bianca was irritated now. Who did this woman think she was? "Yeah, well sorry for the inconvenience. It's not like I asked for your help anyway."

Michonne raised her eyebrows but didn't respond.

"What ever." Bianca huffed. She snatched her knife back out of Michonne's hand and stopped off towards the gates. Bianca wrenched open the gates and found herself face to face with none other than Daryl. Great, she thought, just what I need, another confrontation. "What the fuck do you want?" Bianca snapped up at her brother.