The CDC was a total bust.

After the explosion, the group had headed as far away as possible until night had hit. They pulled off to the side of a small neighborhood, where no Walkers could be seen, and spent the night there. A lot of the group couldn't get very much sleep, but eventually, they did.

Daryl had left his truck to Harli. He said he would be better off sleeping in the bed of his truck anyways. So sleep in the cab of the truck, she did. She only had gotten a few hours of sleep before she had woken up, her eyes wide awake. Unable to go back to sleep, she left the truck and spotted Dale a top the Winnebago. She had convinced him to get some sleep and she had kept watch over everyone that night. No problems with Walkers whatsoever.

The next morning was hell for Harli, she was tired but she knew she would be unable to sleep. There was going to be a lot to do and a lot of traveling ahead of the entire group. One by one she watched as her group woke when the sun rose, readying for their hectic day ahead. After everyone was awake, Rick had called upon them for a meeting to discuss their future travels. He had decided to leave Shane's Jeep, T-Dog's van, and Daryl's truck to save time, gas, and travel. Shane, Daryl and T-Dog obliged with Rick's decision because they knew the three vehicles were gas guzzlers.

Harli helped Glenn and T-Dog carry boxes, bins, and other supplies to the Winnebago and Carol's Cherokee. They were getting ready to set out for Fort Benning, "So you think that Fort Benning's going to be just like the CDC?" Harli asked as T-Dog handed her a box. T-Dog shrugged while grabbing a bin and handing it to Glenn,

"Who knows? If it was anything like the CDC, we're gonna be some unlucky sons of bitches."

"Well maybe it was just as heavily armed as the CDC was. Maybe it's just a giant refugee camp with huge giant guns and lots of great food and some hot water." Glenn expressed as the three began to walk over to the Cherokee to unload their gear. T-Dog looked over at Glenn,

"Yeah, and maybe tomorrow the worlds gonna go back to how it used to be and we can all live happily ever after." Glenn shook his head and sighed,

"It's just a thought, you never know."

"Yeah, but those thoughts can be easily thought of as dreams." Glenn stopped and Harli stood beside him as T-Dog walked off the rest of the way to the Cherokee. Glenn stared at the ground and Harli bumped him with her hip,

"Hey, you alright?"

"I don't know what his problem is. He's been acting weird." Harli watched as T-Dog handed Rick a box. He nodded with a smile and walked off to gather some more supplies that needed to be moved. Daryl walked up to him with a siphon hose and a gas can, changing the man's mind as they had a new task at hand. T-Dog returned to his van and popped open the gas tank,

"I think he's just still upset about yesterday… just give him a bit of space. He'll come around." Harli smiled and Glenn smiled back,

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Harli and Glenn walked up and put their boxes on the tailgate of the Cherokee. Rick turned to them,

"Thanks you two. As soon as T-Dog is done siphoning gas we'll be on our way." The two younger adults nodded and Glenn went to the Winnebago. Harli heard a loud roar and turned to see that Daryl had started up his motorcycle, a small cloud of black smoke escaping the tailpipe. He yanked at the throttle, making it growl louder and louder with every rev of the scruffy engine. Daryl moved in front of the caravan as everyone readied to go, T-Dog finishing the siphoning in his gas. As T-Dog stepped into the Winnebago, Daryl moved past Harli and then stopped, leaning down and checking a few gauges. She crossed her arms,

"I bet you've been waiting to get on this thing for a while. Looks like it's runnin good." Harli said and Daryl nodded, leaning back up on the bike. His rough blue eyes looked over at her,

"Yeah, bet you've been waitin for it as long as I have." Her brow furrowed and her head tilted curiously at his words. He nodded behind him, "Hop on." She stared at the back seat of the bike, contemplating on whether or not she should take the offer. She sighed and looked at him,

"I don't know…"

"You said you always wanted to ride one. This could be your only chance now, you're lucky I'm bein nice enough to ask you."

"You sure?" She asked for confirmation and he nodded. But she read the uncertainty in his eyes as well.

"This is my only offer, either you take it or you don't." He stared at her and she looked back, hearing the engines of the other vehicles roar to life. Harli's gaze fell back onto the bike and she uncrossed her arms, getting on the back of the bike awkwardly. She looked down, finding the pegs to place her feet. She went to wrap her arms around his waist, but she pulled back once again, feeling as if he might not feel comfortable with it. Finding some bars from where she sat, she gripped them as he looked over his shoulder, "You might wanna hold on."

His eyes trailed up to the Winnebago behind him as he looked at Dale, who nodded towards Daryl to start the drive. Daryl revved the bikes throttle, causing goosebumps to roll across Harli's arm with anticipation. The bike shifted in movement under her and she gripped her hands on the bars beside her, feeling it push across the concrete.

The caravan left the small neighborhood and slowly found its way back to the highway. The green scenery flew by in a dash and Harli had a hard time grasping a hold of it all as they roared down the road. Her hair flapped behind her with flicks and twirls, the wind caressing her face softly as it passed her by. The warmth of everything made her smile and she soon found herself forgetting about the world around. The glorious sun and sweet smell of the forest radiated in her senses, fresh air biting at her skin. All she knew at the moment was this bike and Daryl Dixon.

His thick arms hung off the tall handlebars and the recoils of the brute force of the engine vibrated through his muscles. They were tight and clenched to the skin, showing that depth and magnitude of what his muscles have been through over the years. Harli admired them, her eyes narrowing and trailing up and down to his shoulders. He never wore sleeves, and Harli was thankful for that.

Her hands moved on their own and they traced lightly over the angel wings on the biker vest that he wore. What a contradiction, she had thought to herself. Daryl was a chaotic man who didn't know what he wanted in life, before and after the world had changed. He wore a mask around the group and he was easily angered by the littlest things. He stomped around acting tough and as if he didn't care what happened to anything and everything around him. But if he honestly didn't care, Harli and most of the group would be dead long ago. He was just a broken boy on the inside, and Harli knew that. He was like a beaten dog that crouched in the corner and snapped at anyone who tried to help him. She felt his pain.

The wings on his back made Harli smile.

He was a broken angel.

Harli felt the bike swerve to the side, scaring her out of her wits as she lurched sideways, seeing the concrete taunting her below them. She latched onto Daryl's torso and gripped it tightly, her face pressing into his back. With her eyes clenched shut, she felt her heart throb against her chest and her arms shaking from the sudden adrenaline. Daryl looked back briefly, then down to his chest, seeing her hands gripping on him for her life. He looked back to the road, his flicking hair blowing away from his face. He wasn't bothered by it in the slightest; it made him feel like her brick keeping her from floating away.

Finally feeling safe, Harli slowly opened her eyes and didn't feel the gritty sensation of her skin skidding across the concrete. She pulled away from him quickly once she realized what she had done and loosened her hands around his waist, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that." She said loudly over the thunderous engine of the old Triumph. He turned his head and shook it, an amused expression on his face,

"You ain't hurtin nobody." He shouted back at her reassuringly. Harli smirked and clasped her hands together around his waist, resting her face on his back comfortably. She felt awkward in the position she was in, especially around Daryl because he never showed much of any sign of emotion, except for anger, whatsoever.

"That should be me riding that bike with Harli on the back of it…." Glenn mumbled to himself. Dale looked over at him, then back to the road,

"Why do you say that?" Glenn rubbed his face and looked over at Dale,

"Of all the guys around her age in the camp, she had to go after the only asshole that could give a damn less about anyone else other than himself!" He groaned and slammed his head on the dashboard. Dale reached his hand over and patted Glenn's back,

"Come on now, you just haven't made an effort much to get to know her. Try talking to her more."

Glenn leaned his head over, but didn't say another word.

.:o:.

Harli's eyes broke open and she realized she was still on the back of the motorcycle, feeling the wind a bit cooler than before. She looked up all around her and saw the scenery continuing to fly by her, the engine of the bike continuing to roar in her ears. Her gaze fell behind the double wheeled beauty with her hair blowing in her face, seeing the Winnebago and Cherokee close behind, 'So… this isn't a dream.'

She looked back forward, realizing that she had fallen asleep for a short period of time somehow. A power nap meant that she was no longer tired, her eyes now wide awake and more alert. Harli's eyes narrowed as she heard the throttle off the bike dim and the tires beginning to slow them down on the road. As she looked up over Daryl's shoulder, she saw that the road was completely filled with cars. They grew closer by every second, Harli hearing the engine of the Winnebago slowing behind them as they continued towards the cars. There were turned over semi's, cars lodged into the guardrail, and some stuck in the middle of the median. Daryl slowed his bike completely and turned it around, heading back towards the Winnebago. He stopped and the two looked up at Dale through the small window of the driver's side,

"See a way through!?" He yelled down at them, Daryl looking back and quickly spotting a trail leading into the forest of cars. With a nod, Daryl turned the bike around once again and Harli clenched her hands together as, watching as Daryl expertly maneuvered the motorcycle through the graveyard of cars. Harli's eyes scanned the abandoned vehicles around them, seeing the dead, decaying bodies of the deceased lying in the seats.

Harli heard a loud, ominous pop and she looked over her shoulder, seeing the Winnebago's front end sending up a cloud of white smoke into the air. She tapped on Daryl's shoulder to get his attention and he looked over his own shoulder, watching the Winnebago slowing to a stop. Daryl slowed and turned around once again, stopping his bike next to the Winnebago and shutting off the engine. Harli watched as Dale stared at the grill of the Winnebago, his face clearly frustrated with the faulty machine. Everyone was already out of the other vehicles and crowded around along with Dale. Harli was the first to step off the bike, Daryl not far behind her as he swung his boot over the seat and landed on level ground. Harli stood next to Glenn and watched as Daryl began to rummage through the back of a car,

"Can't find a radiator hose here." Shane said as he scanned his surroundings, his trusty shotgun in hand. Daryl grabbed a backpack and ripped it open,

"Whole buncha stuff here we can find."

"Siphon more fuel from these cars for a start." T-Dog grabbed a gas can and walked over to a car. Carol held onto Sophia,

"Maybe some water?"

"Food and clothing, too. Best place we can manage until we find something descent." Harli crossed her arms and looked around, seeing the potential sea of supplies all around them. Lori placed her hands on her hips,

"This is a graveyard…" Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. She shrugged a shoulder and looked at Rick, "I don't know how I feel about this…" As if Lori hadn't said anything at all, everyone began to walk around the cars to search and scavenge for supplies,

"Alright, come on ya'll, just look around and gather what you can." Shane said as everyone began to walk off in different directions. Dale stationed himself above the Winnebago to keep a lookout as he scanned the radius around them with his binocular and made Glenn fix the radiator.

Harli walked out into the mix of the cars, her hand hovering over the pistol on her leg just in case she ran into trouble. There were a few dead bodies on the ground as she approached a large truck, Harli eyeing them cautiously in her approach. She warily stretched out her leg and tapped them with her foot to get a reaction out of the corpses. With a soft kick, the bodies still didn't stir or rise to their feet, Harli making the judgment that they were indeed dead. Safely, Harli then approached the vehicle and took a look around it. She opened the front door, seeing nothing but garbage and cigarette butts littering the seat and floorboards. With the close of the door, she walked towards the back of the truck staring at the tailgate. She unlatched it and let it down, noticing a black tarp concealed some unknown contents in the back. Harli took a deep breath and ripped the tarp out of the back of the truck, staring curiously at a few items.

She crawled up on the tailgate, seeing giant, black, military-like bags occupying the small space. Harli then grabbed one of them and zipped it open, seeing hordes of clothing inside. Tossing it out onto the ground, she kept rummaging around to find more goodies. With a couple liter jugs of water and another couple bags of clothes, another bag then caught her eye, making her stop. It looked oddly familiar, and without hesitation, she grabbed it and jumped out of the truck, setting it down on the tailgate. It was a large gun bag.

Harli unzipped it and ripped it open, only to find nothing of interest inside. A sigh of discontent escaped her lips and she tossed the bag aside to the concrete below. Harli froze briefly when she heard a clank come from the bag upon impact on the ground, her eyes trailing down to it. She curiously knelt down, opening it once more to see a large object wrapped in a black towel she never noticed before. Her hands pulled it out and unwrapped the flaps of the towel, her eyes widening in awe at the object. She rubbed the camouflage finish on it and looked up, scanning her sights for any sign Daryl. Harli then spotted him fumbling through a large suitcase,

"Hey Daryl!" She watched as he looked up, his eyes narrowing at her from a distance. She waved her hand towards him for him to go over and he hesitated to do so, but soon dropped what he was doing and made his way over. He shouldered his crossbow's strap as he got close, seeing that there was no danger around them. Harli grabbed the bag and placed it on the tailgate,

"What'd you find?" He asked while staring at the large black bag. She smiled and looked down at the bag,

"This." She pulled out a long compound bow out of the bag, showing it off him. He took it with curiosity and looked it over, his hands tracing over the fine camouflage finish. He pulled back on the bowstring, aiming it and looking through its sights,

"Looks like a Prestige. It has a pretty heavy drawback to it. Whoever owned it was probably a pretty good sized guy." He let the bowstring back to its original position slowly, careful not to break the limbs of it in a dry-fire, "You scored pretty nicely with this. Probably the best style of bow you can find round these parts. Any arrows?" He nodded towards the bag and Harli shook her head disappointingly,

"No, I didn't see any. I'll look around the truck more for them, though."

"No problem if you don't find any, not hard to make 'em. Keep an eye out around you, never know if Walkers will pop outta these cars," She nodded and watched as Daryl walked off in front of the truck, Harli jumping in the back once again to tear everything out of the back. She looked through each and every bag and still couldn't find any arrows for the bow that she had found. With a deep sigh, she sat on the tailgate and rubbed her head with her hands.

There was a tense silence around her and Harli narrowed her eyes, not hearing voices of the other members of the group. Her eyes looked over the sea of cars and she soon spotted the culprit of all the silence around her. Her heart dropped in the pit of her stomach upon the sight, her adrenaline surging through her veins in a matter of seconds. A large horde of Walkers made their way towards her, their bodies bumping up against cars with almost every step they took. She noticed Dale lying down on top of the Winnebago and the others had disappeared, finding refuge among the many vehicles. Harli jumped off the tailgate and stumbled against a car, her heart pounding in her ears with a bit of panic. Her breathing was unsteady and she swallowed a hard lump down her throat as her mind quickly tried to figure out what to do. She slowly made her way back towards the Winnebago, trying to find an adequate hiding place and sliding up against cars to keep out of sight. Harli then stopped, seeing T-Dog unaware of the danger approaching them both,

"T-Dog!" She whispered loudly, careful not to alert any Walkers of their presence. He looked over at her and she put her finger to her mouth to tell him to keep silent while pointing towards the horde overtaking the highway. T-Dog's eyes fell on the herd and he began to panic, slamming himself up against the car and leaning down to hide. Harli's eyes widened and she let out a sharp gasp, watching as his arm sliced open by a sharp piece of metal sticking out from the doorframe. The blood poured from his arm profusely and he sat down out of shock, his eyes glazing over after seeing the blood. Harli knelt down and ran over to him, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up, "Come on!"

Pools of blood dripped from his arm and elbow, Harli looking over her shoulder to see how far off the danger was. They were closing in on them fast and Harli found the entrance to a small, enclosed area of vehicles. As Harli turned around to speak with T-Dog, she noticed he was gone and nowhere to be seen. Her eyes darted around the vehicles frantically, spotting him leaning against another car and staring back at the Walkers approaching. Harli took a deep breath and took a cautious look at the Walkers, knowing she would have to move fast to get him to some type of safety.

As Harli moved forward, she felt a strong arm around her waist and a hand clasp on her mouth, yanking her backwards. A muffled yelp escaped from Harli's mouth through the fingers pressed against her lips, Harli feeling the cold steel of a car against her back as she was leaned up against it. Her bright green, frightened eyes stared into Daryl's blue irises, seeing them calm, cool, and collected. He pulled his hand from her mouth and she breathed frantically, "Stay quiet and find a place to hide. You're gonna get your ass killed at this rate."

"B-but T-Dog, I have to help him-" She whispered back, pointing over to show him where exactly T-Dog was. Daryl followed the path of her finger where he had already spotted T-Dog before grabbing Harli,

"I'll go. Get under this truck and stay there." His raspy voice demanded and Harli nodded, watching as he stalked the Walkers that were now hunting T-Dog. Harli closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady her nerves, opening them and hastily crawling under the low truck behind her. She pulled her knife out, just in case she had to use it, and pressed her steaming cheek against the cold concrete. Her ears picked up the sound of movement and Harli continued to look out from under the truck, seeing stumbling feet making their way past her. Wanting to know what was going on, her eyes soon found Daryl as watched him stab back of a Walkers head before it had gotten to T-Dog. He hauled the body over T-Dog's to muffle his scent, a quick and desperate decision the crossbow wielder had made. Daryl ripped another body out of a car and placed it on top of his own just as the Walkers began to crowd around them.

As more and more feet shuffled past her, Harli pushed herself further under the vehicle to avoid giving off too much of her scent. She put her hand over her mouth to quiet herself as she tried to steady her breathing. Her eyes clenched shut and she let out a soft breath, moving her hand under her head to rest it as her neck muscles began to wear out.

Daryl looked out from under the body on top of him, staring at Harli as she watched the many feet pass her. He tried to steady his own breathing as he kept an eye on his two counterparts, making sure no harm came to either of them. He didn't know why he felt so protective towards her. She was a part of the group, but she was a lot more interesting in the rest because she actually took an initiative to get to know him. He couldn't find the heart to be angry towards her either. It made him feel incredibly odd because he didn't know what was going on in his own head. Maybe it was because they were so much like each other.

It had felt like an eternity, but as fast as they appeared, they were gone.

Harli slowly poked her head out from under the truck, not seeing any more Walkers approaching. She crawled out from under the vehicle and stood up, sheathing her knife safely at her side. A shriek came from behind her and she turned, trying to find the source of the frightened cry. A small flash of white jumped in the corner of her eye and Harli quickly noticed Sophia running off into the woods, Rick not far behind her. Harli's feet moved out from under her as she ran as quickly as she could towards the Winnebago.

Daryl threw the decomposing body to the side and stood up, yanking the other off T-Dog quickly. Daryl handed him a rag and grabbed his good arm, hoisting T-Dog to his feet. Daryl pulled his arm over his shoulder and mostly dragged T-Dog along towards the Winnebago. He watched as Harli grabbed onto Carol once the woman tried to go after Rick and her daughter. Carol cried and put her hands to her mouth, falling to her knees in a panic. Harli hugged her from behind, reassuring that her daughter was going to be okay. Daryl heard T-Dog's breathing becoming shallow and he set T-Dog down next to the Winnebago, Harli taking notice to his appearance,

"I'll watch after her," Lori walked up with Carl, kneeling down next to Carol. Harli nodded and hesitantly left Carol to her suffering, walking over to the Winnebago as Dale studied the wound on T-Dog's forearm,

"That's a seriously deep wound. We need to bind it up quickly he's losing a lot of blood." Dale rubbed his head, not knowing exactly what to do about the situation. T-Dog panted from sheer exhaustion and blood loss and he groaned, arching his back from the pain. Harli watched with grief, feeling as if it was her fault he had gotten the deep wound in the first place. She looked at Dale,

"Have a first aid kit?" Dale nodded and walked into the Winnebago to retrieve it. Harli knelt down next to T-Dog,

"I'm sorry T. This wouldn't have happened if I would've alerted you beforehand," T-Dog's head rolled towards her, his eyes glazed over

"Don't try to put the blame on… on yourself… it could've happened to anyone…. Better me than you…" Harli turned to see Dale walking back out of the Winnebago, the first aid kit in hand. She took it and opened it up, taking out rubbing alcohol, bandages, gauze, and medical tape,

"I'm going to go keep watch. Make sure there's no there's visitors sneaking up on us." Dale said and walked to the back of the Winnebago, climbing up the ladder and posting himself up top. Harli looked up at Daryl, who was leaning against the Winnebago,

"You might wanna hold him down. This is going to hurt." Daryl looked down at T-Dog, biting on his lower lip. Daryl then pushed his arm up against T-Dog's chest and held down him down, grabbing T-Dog's other arm to keep him from failing. Harli popped the cap off the bottle of rubbing alcohol and she gave T-Dog one last look, seeing him nodding at her to go along with it. She grabbed his forearm and pulled it down, tipping the lip of the bottle and pouring the medical liquid over the wound. T-Dog jumped and kicked, making Harli draw back from him as he thrashed from the pain. Daryl gritted his teeth and pushed against T-Dog, trying to hold him down,

"Stop bein such a damn pussy!" Daryl said through clenched teeth, keeping T-Dog down as best he could. Harli grabbed a rag and began to wipe the blood and alcohol off his wound softly, not wanting to cause her friend anymore pain. T-Dog began to calm as he panted and sat motionless in the chair, his arm becoming numb from the pain. Harli looked at Daryl and he stood up straight, leaning back against the Winnebago.

Harli didn't have any thread or a needle to stitch up the large wound, so she had to improvise with medical tape and gauze. She padded the wound with gauze and wrapped the medical tape all around his arm in order to keep it steady. Daryl moved to hold him down again, but T-Dog only clenched a fist and drew in a large, much needed breath. With the wound finally dressed properly, Harli turned her head over her shoulder and stared into the forest.

"Stupid girl runnin off in the woods like that," Daryl walked up next to Harli and she looked over to him,

"It's not her fault she was scared. I would've done the same thing."

"Yeah but you're an adult, she's not." Daryl made a point and heard footsteps behind them, the two turning to see Glenn and Shane walking up to the Winnebago. Glenn looked down at T-Dog, then back to Harli,

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah. He got cut pretty bad when the horde came through, I patched him up but… it'll only last for so long."

"Rick come back yet?" Shane asked, looking off into the forest,

"Nah, hasn't come back with the girl neither," Daryl shook his head at Shane. Shane sighed and dropped his head, then looked back up at them both,

"I reckon we're gonna have to go look for him, he could be in trouble. I'm gonna need your trackin skills, Daryl." Daryl nodded in agreement,

"You got em."

"I'll go with you guys," Glenn volunteered and Harli nodded along with him,

"Me too, he could've encountered a large problem."

"Alright well then let's get going, it's gonna be getting dark out here soon." Shane walked forward, the others following after him. Harli stopped by Carol and bent down, placing a hand on her shoulder and Carol's red eyes stared up at her,

"We're going to find her. Don't worry, Carol." Carol didn't say a word and Harli jumped over the guardrail behind Glenn.

They walked through the woods and Daryl kept a good track on Rick's footprints. They led further and further into the forest, the small group keeping their eyes out around them for any sign of Walkers. A loud rustle came from the bushes and everyone aimed their weapons, ready for whatever came out at them. But out stepped Rick, out of breath and staring down the barrels and arrows of his group members. Harli, Shane, Glenn, and Daryl lowered their weapons upon the sight of Rick, Harli's heart dropped when she saw no sign of Sophia.

Shane gave him a look and Rick shook his head. "I can't find her. I left her by the creek side, but she was gone by the time I killed the Walkers and got back to it."

"Well take me down to the creek bed; I'll track her from there."

"Right." Rick nodded and turned around, leading Daryl down to the creek bed through a set of small trees. The two jumped into the water and Daryl scanned the surrounding area, including the tree roots she was hidden in,

"You sure this is the spot?" He asked as he looked up at Rick a bit skeptically. Rick walked over and pointed in the tree roots,

"I left her right here… I drew the Walkers way off in that direction, up the creek." He pointed up the creek bed and Daryl stood up, looking at the soft dirt.

"A lot to look through, seems from where we landed."

"She was gone by the time I got back here. I figured she just took off and ran back to the group." Rick began to become frustrated as he pointed at the trail they had jumped down, "I told her to go that way and keep the sun on her left shoulder!" Daryl moved towards the muddy trail and scanned it. Daryl then looked at Glenn as he stood over him,

"Hey short round, why don't you step off to the other side, you're muckin' up the trail." Daryl shooed him away and Glenn heeded his word and stepped into the bushes, out of his way. Shane doubtfully shook his head as he looked around,

"Seems she had a hard time listenin' to your direction here,"

"Shane, she understood me fine!"

"She gets tired and scared man. She had a close call with two Walkers. Kinda makes me wonder of how much you said to her stuck." Shane and Rick stared at each other ruefully and Harli put her hand out,

"Hey, come on guys this isn't the time to start getting over worked, let's just concentrate on our task at hand here."

"There's a clear set of prints right here… she did what you said and headed back to the highway. So we should spread out!" Daryl whirled his hand in the direction she took. Harli walked up and lent him her hand, pulling him up the bank. Harli followed after Daryl as if he were a bloodhound following a scent, watching his interesting movements as he tracked. He carefully followed Sophia's small tracks and Harli walked off to one side, careful not to contaminate the evidence. Harli stopped behind Daryl as he knelt down, staring confusingly at the ground,

"She was doin' just fine till right here… all she had to do was keep goin', she veered off that way." He pointed to his far right. Glenn looked at the trail,

"Why would she do that?"

"Maybe something spooked her? Another Walker?" Harli asked. Daryl shook his head,

"I don't see any other footprints… just hers." Shane sighed and stared at the footprints,

"So what do we do? All us press on?" He looked up at Rick. Rick shook his head,

"No. Better if you, Glenn, and Harli headed back up to the others. People are gonna start panicking. Let them know we're on her trail, doin' everything we can but most of all keep everybody calm." Shane nodded and looked down,

"I'll keep 'em busy scavenging cars; think up a few other chores. I'll keep 'em occupied. Come on, Glenn, Harli," Shane nodded over his shoulder and he turned and walked off. Harli desperately wanted to stay, but she knew Rick, and even Daryl, wouldn't approve of it. She looked back at the two pairs of blue eyes that stared at her and nodded,

"Good luck."