Carol tried to get up again when the first shot rang out. Her head spun and she felt a hand push her back down.

"Stay in bed." Daryl growled, alert and tense, his crossbow raised. He turned to Lori. "Make sure she stays here." He made his way out the door, his crossbow raised in front of him. Carol looked across the room where the window was. Andrea was still on the RV, shooting at whoever was out there.

"What is it?" Carol clutched the blankets as Lori made her way to the window. Two men made their way across the feild, shooting at Andrea from behind. Rick was shooting at the men and he hit one, the man going down. The other one kept shooting. Most of them missed. Glenn and T-Dog overpowered a man, taking his gun from behind and began to beat the shit out of him.

Herschel was on the porch with Maggie as they fought.

"It's them!" Carol gasped as she saw Merle. "They took me! They're coming for us!"

Lori looked down. "Merle Dixon? And Randall?" Merle smiled up and waved at the window, raising his gun iin Rick's direction. Lori smacked her palms against the window as he did, yelling as the gun went off. Merle kept going and Randall went in the opposite direction.

No one was making a move on them. Carol tried to get up again, but she was to weak to move.

"Don't get up." Lori told her, watching as Andrea stopped, her gun was out of bullets. Rick was shooting at another man. T-Dog was on the ground, blood gushing from a wound. Hershchel was trying to help T-Dog. Glenn was no where to be seen and Maggie was fighting with another man. Two men where on top of the RV now, holding a struggling Andrea. It seemed like there were more men now, as if more had just suddenly appeared out of the woods around them.

"Hey ladies, what's cookin'?" Lori let out a cry of pain and Carol's head snapped to the doorway. Merle had Lori by her hair, and Randall was standing over her bed.

"Hey there, we haven't had enough fun with you yet. The blonde one is gonna be a load of fun too." Randall smirked, taking Carol by her wrist and ripping her out of bed by the wrist.

"Come on Randall, the others have arrived. Let's take these into the woods and rough 'em up a bit." Merle snickered, holding Lori close. Carol could see straight, she felt very weak. How did they even get in here anyways? She almost clapped a hand to her face. The backdoor. Of course, they snuck in the back when the others had come.

. . .

Daryl let his arrow fly from his crossbow. The man in front of him groaned and fell foward. The arrow went through his skull, the tip coming out of his forehead. Daryl came foward, pulling the arrow from the enemies head. He crept slowly around the house. He let out a gasp as he saw two men grab a hold of Andrea. She started to kick and scream as hands enclosed over her throat. More men were coming out of the woods now. Where the hell were they coming from?

T-Dog was on the ground in agony, Herschel trying to help him. Glenn had followed some men into the barn, his gun raised and Maggie was fighting another man. Rick shot the man, turning back to the man he was fighting. Daryl heard someone cry out from inside and his stopped.

"Shit! Carol!" He went around the house again, meeting his brother and Randall with Lori and Carol. Daryl loaded his crossbow, shooting Randall. Randall let go of a very weak Carol, who fell with him, crying out in pain as she landed on her right hand.

Merle grinned. "Still got tha' temper, don't cha brother? Naw here's a question. Why you care 'bout tha' old shrew?" He asked. Merle took Carol by her bad wrist she just landed on. Carol whimpered, tears flowing down her cheeks. Daryl growled, clenching his teeth. He didn't have time to load another bow, so he raised his gun, throwing the bow to the ground.

Merle laughed at his attempt. "Jus' righ' you'd shoot your own kin. Your own blood, for this old thing." He gave Carol's arm a shake. She let out a sharp cry of pain, but then kept quiet. She looked back at Daryl, her eyes wide and pleading. Daryl glared back at Merle.

"Brother, come on. You can do better then this." he gave Carol another rough shake. Lori's face was still twisted in his pain. Merle's lips hovered above Lori's right ear. "Rose is gonna love you, Lori. And your still fine as ever." Merle whispered in her ear.

"Get away from Carol and Lori." Daryl shouted, clicking the saftey off. Merle didn't move.

"She yo' woman now? Tha' what it is?" Merle asked, tightening his grip on Carol. "Like I said, na' to keen on lettin' her go."

"I will do it brother. Your a threat, not kin. You take what you want, not what's yours." Daryl threw the words at him, his blood boiling. His hand itched to pull the trigger, itched to end this. Then he remembered all the days Merle helped him when his father came home in a rage, wanting to kick someone's ass. Merle was also the one who was so hopped up on crack and meth that he too came home sometimes, high a kite not knowing what to do, but now, things were different. You can't walk around claiming everything to be yours.

Daryl kept his eyes on Merle, who was watching him closely. "Go on Darlina, pull the trigger if your man enough too." Merle almost whispered. The world now had no room for Merle and Daryl pulled the trigger, hitting Merle clear in the forehead. Both the woman fell back with him, hitting the ground hard. Daryl went foward to help when something stuck him in the side. Blood gushed out of his wound and all over his shirt. He felt himself go dizzy and drop to his knees, sinking into darkness.

A/N: What happened to Daryl? O.o Next chappie will be up soon ^-^ I find this one as a mess too, but I hope you like 3