Cricket wakes up and groans, holding her head, which was aching like crazy. Beside her was cute three chihuahuas in a bed. "Glad, you're awake." Cricket looks over and sees Glenn standing there.

"What happened?"

"Don't know about you, but I came into the alley and you were being held by this Spanish guy, another was beating Daryl, another laid on the ground crying in pain. Long story short they were after the guns too. They wanted them in order to protect the old people they have here." Cricket frowns and looks around to see a bunch of old people sitting around being cared for by a bunch of Hispanic people. "They just want the guns to protect their people. They made a deal with our group saying they'd hand us over for the guns and their third man, the one who had been laying on the ground in pain."

"But they're not hurting us, it's not like we can't just go."

"I know, but... I thought they could use them. Plus they did threaten to shoot us." Cricket sighs and rubs her head. "What happened to you? Do you remember, I didn't see them hit your head and they said they didn't."

"I tried to stop Daryl from shooting the kid, but he pushed me. He hit the kid with the crossbow, I hit my head on my head on the wall."

"Daryl pushed you?" Cricket sighs and looks over at him.

"He didn't mean it, it was the heat of the moment. I know he wouldn't do it if he was thinking clearly."

"Still, you have a nasty concussion because of that guy." Cricket sighs and nods.

"I know." She looks over as she saw a man breathing heavily. "Is he okay?" She asks, loud enough that the other men heard.

"Asthma attacked." One of the men say, causing her to frown.

"Help me up, Glenn."

"What?" Glenn asks surprised.

"I know how to handle asthma attacks. A girl at the camp I went to had them. She taught me how to help it in case she has an attack." She walks over to the man. "We don't need an inhaler for me to help him." They nod and gave her the space she needs. She crouches down in front of the men. "I know you don't know me, but you need to breath evenly, man." She says and grabs a straw. "Put this in your mouth." He does and his breathing goes through the straw. "There you go." The straw helps him even his breaths before the doors open and more of the men before comes in along with Cricket's and Glen's group.

"Alright. Alright. Nice and easy. Just breath. Just breath. Just let it out. Just breath." One of the Hispanic man says as he walks over to the man. "Thank you." The man says to Cricket, causing her to nod and step back. The man puts the inhaler in the man's mouth and helps him breath even more better.

"What the hell is this?" Rick asks.

"An asthma attack." Cricket says as she walks over to them. "I was helping him with that."

"You okay?" Rick asks Cricket, seeing the blood on her head. He goes and touches her head, causing her to wince.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I hit my head before." She tells Rick. Daryl gives a guilty look to her, but she ignores him, she was a little upset with him.

"Yeah, he couldn't get his breath all of a sudden." Glenn says, returning to the previous conversation.

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man." Cricket frowns and looks over at the dogs that sat in the room.

"Those? They're harmless. They were sleeping with me just earlier, before I woke up." She says. They all looked at the dogs and frown.

"Could I have a word with you?" Rick asks the leader, who nods and walks away with Rick. They had a quick conversation together before the group follows him into another room. "What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asks the man as he puts the guns down.

"The vatos trickle in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing too. We need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind- plunderers, the kind that take by force."

"That's not who we are." Rick says.

"How was I to know?"

"My people got attacked and you show with Miguel hostage, appearances."

"Guess the world changed." T-Dog says.

"No." The world says. "It's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. we watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can." Rick says to him. Rick hands him his gun a long with a few others before he has the group head back out.

"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." Glenn says as they walk down the road, causing Cricket to smile.

"Don't tell anybody." Rick smiles.

"You given away half our guns and ammo." Daryl says.

"Not nearly half." Rick corrects quickly

"For what? Bunch of old farts are gonna die off momentarily anyhow?"

"We all are gonna die one day, Daryl." Cricket says coldly as she pushes past him.

"Seriously, how long you think they got?" Daryl asks, eyeing Cricket over, not understanding her attitude.

"Cricket's right. How long do any of us?" Rick asks as he looks at Daryl.

"Oh my god." Cricket stood frozen as she saw their van was gone.

"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl demands.

"We left it right there. Who would take it?"

"Merle." Cricket says, anger clear in her voice.

"He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." Daryl warns.

"Best hurry then." Cricket manages to say.

"You gonna join us or what?" Nate looks down from his tree to see Amy there.

"Rather not."

"Nate, you must be starving. You haven't eaten since breakfast."

"Amy, I'm fi-

"Please, Nate. I want you to join us... think of it as an early birthday present to me." Nate looks down at her in surprise. "Tomorrow's my birthday. I want you to come sit with us for dinner. Please?" Nate sighs before nodding.

"Fine." He grumbles as he climbs down. "I'll eat with you guys."

"Thank you." She says as he jumps down. "Come on." She takes his hand and leads him over to the fire where people already sat. She made him come with her and sit with her by the fire. Andrea eyes them over from where she sits by Amy, but Amy ignores her and hands Nate a plate of food.

"Glad you could join us, kid." Dale manages to say. "Amy says you were the one who prepared the fish. If it wasn't for you then we wouldn't be able to eat this wonderful meal." Nate glances at him as he says this.

"I was just doing what I always do." He says quietly as he takes a bite of the fish. Amy smiles and takes a bite of her own fish.

"Pass the fish please." Sophia says to her mother.

"Here you go." Carol says, handing the fish off to her.

"Man o man, that's good." Shane says before sighing. "Whew. I miss this."

"Boy, what happened to your hand." The group eyes feel to Nate's bandaged hand.

"There's a right way and wrong way to descale a fish." Nate says as he looks up. "I normally do it the wrong way, drives my dad nuts. I just my hand open with my knife." He says, causing Amy to nod.

"Yeah, I stitched it up."

"You, stitched his hand?" Andrea asks surprised. "How'd you learn to do that?"

"Nate showed me how." Dale raises an eyebrow.

"You showed her how to stitch open your own hand?" Nate shrugs.

"Done worst."

"You're one tough kid."

"I've got to ask you, man. It's been driving me crazy." Morales says to Dale.

"What?" Dale asks.

"That watch."

"What's wrong with my watch?"

"I see you every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass."

"I wondered this myself." Jacqui says.

"I'm missing the point."

"Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while." Jacqui says.

"But there's you ever day winding that stupid watch." Morales adds.

"Time- It's important to keep track, isn't it?" Dale asks. "The days at least." He looks to Andrea. "Don't you think, Andrea? Back me up here." He chuckles, but she shakes her head with a smile and drinks her beer. "I like- I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said, 'I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.'" Nate chuckles and shakes his head. "What?"

"That's stupid." Amy laughs.

"You are so weird." She says to Dale. Dale chuckles as everyone laughs at the two of them.

"It's not me. It's Faulkner, William Faulkner. Maybe my bad paraphrasing." Everyone smiles as Amy stands up.

"Where are you going?" Andrea asks.

"I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here." Everyone laughs as Nate stands. "What are you doing?" She asks alarmed. He glances at him.

"You just got annoyed with Andrea and now you're doing it?" Everyone laughs and Amy blushes.

"Sorry." She giggles as he walks over and picks up an arrow and his bow.

"You're taking your bow and an arrow to piss?" Shane asks.

"Never can be to careful." Nate argues.

"Boy, you're paranoid." Morales chuckles, causing Nate to laugh.

"We're out of toilet paper?" Amy says, causing Nate to look over at her. He sees a walker, ready to take a bite out of her, he lifts his bow and takes aim.

"Nathaniel, what the hell you doing?" Dale asks as he sees what he think is Amy getting aimed at by Nate's arrow.

"Are you nuts?" But Nate fires anyways, ignoring Andrea's words and the walker fell dead to the floor.

"What were you saying about me being paranoid?" He asks as he looks over at them.

"Oh my god." Amy says as she stumbles back. "Thank you." She says as she hugs him.

"Uh..." He says, startled by her sudden hug. "I-it's okay." He says as Dale smiles at the pair of them. "It wasn't-

"It was everything." Amy says as she pulls back and pushes her lips onto his. His eyes widen, his bow falling to the ground before he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Amy. He kisses her back, his fingers entangling themselves in her hair as hers did the same to his.

Walkers begin to come out of the wood works making everyone's eyes widen. "You two, now is not the time to suck faces, there's walkers everywhere." Jacqui says.

"Hey, quick shot, how quick can you shoot?" Morales asks as Nate pulls away from Amy, quickly grabbing his bow and an arrow, he took aim and fired, the walker fell dead in seconds.

"Is that fast enough?"

"Hell yes." Jacqui says as the group pick up weapons. The walkers begin to munch on people, Shane fired as quick as he could as Nate pulled his knife out.

"Take this, stab any goddamn walker that comes your way." He says as he hands it to Amy.

"I can't-

"You said you wanted to stop depending on everyone, then stop depending and start defending." She takes the knife from him. "Don't let them bite or scratch you, and don't let them get close. They're slower than us, so move fast and knock them down." He says before he goes and fires an arrow at a walker behind Morales, saving him from getting bit.

"Thanks quick shot." The man says with a nod. People fired and hit the walkers with everything they got, while the parents took their kids and ran for safety.

Nate shot most of them, trying to kill as many as he could, but before long it started to catch up on him, he ran out of arrows. "Fuck!" He says before reaching for where his knife was, before remembering Amy had it. "Fuck!"

"Nate!" Amy screams as she sees him backing up, there were at least seven, all surrounding him. He backs up and trips over a dead walker, falling to his ass as the walkers grew closer.

"Fuck." He whispers, tears of fear filling his eyes as his hand grips the dogtags around his neck. "Mama." He whimpers, hoping that someone helps him, but everyone was dealing with their own lives and Amy couldn't kill enough walkers to get to him.

"Nate!" Amy screams as the walkers reached him.

"Dad." Nate whispers, tears rolling down his face. Where was his dad when Nate needed him most, he promised to always be there, but Nate was going to die. Nate closes his eyes, not wanting to see himself die.

"Nathaniel!" Daryl yells, firing a bolt and killing the closest walker to him. Rick hands Daryl a gun,

"Protect your boy, I'll protect mine." Rick says before running to where his family and Shane was. Daryl cocked the gun and fired at the walkers that surrounded his baby boy. Daryl pushed his way through the crowd, firing walker one by one. Once Daryl reached Nate, Nate scrambled to his feet.

"Daddy!" Daryl drops his gun and pulls Nate into his arms.

"Natie, it's okay. It's okay, baby boy. Daddy got you." Daryl whispers, pulling Nate into his arms and rocking him. "It's okay, daddy's here. I got you." Nate held onto his father as tight as he could, tears rolling down his face. "I'm not going anywhere, I got you."

"I was so scared." Nate whispers, admitting to it even though Dixons never admit to fear. "I thought I was going to die." Daryl fights back tears as he kisses his son's temple.

"I would never let that happen, baby boy." He whispers as he kisses Nate's head over and over again. "Never." Rick looks over and watches as Daryl comforts his son. "You're okay, buddy. I got you." Rick smiles, glad to see a soft side of Daryl.

The walkers had fallen by this point and many people were morning. Amy sees Nate and goes to go to him, but Andrea stops her. "Don't. He needs his dad, Amy. Leave him be." She says, everyone looks over at the Dixon boy, who had always seemed so tough now reminding everyone that he's still a little kid, still able to be afraid.