Today was going to be one hell of a time. The group was just waiting for Randal to wake up. Daryl still sat by Jane's bed gripping his crossbow close. Nobody was about to enter the room without being cleared by him.

Daryl opened his eyes when the door opened. He jolted from his seat and raised his crossbow. Dale jumped back throwing his hands up. Daryl rolled his eyes and collapsed back down with a sigh.

"Why don't you take a break? Breakfast is ready downstairs," Dale said. Daryl looked up at him.

"I'm good," he responded turning his head back to Jane. Dale sighed and sat down on the chair across from the bed end.

"Not planning on leaving her sight are ya?" Dale asked. Daryl said nothing. "I can see why you like her. Pretty girl, knows how to defend herself. Has one heck of a mouth on her," Dale stated Daryl sharply turned.

"I don't like her," he snapped in defense. Dale smiled.

"So you're just looking out for a friend?" Dale asked. Daryl was glaring at him. "I'll take that as a no. Well you can look out for this acquaintance all you want. Eventually you're gonna have to eat," Dale said before leaving the room.

As Dale left the room, Daryl looked down at the floor. He chewed his bottom lip in thought. His eyes slowly turned back to her. He glared. Daryl didn't really like anyone. But he knew he liked her. He sat on the edge of the chair and brought his hand up. He hesitated to touch her hand. He let out a sigh and placed his hand down on his leg. His eyes were glued to her. Not moving from her.

By the camp area, Michael frantically waited for Rick to come out of his talk with Hershel. He was angry. He was most angry at the fact Rick told him he was unable to tell the others what happened to Jane. As his thoughts steamed his eyes drifted down to his pistol. He motioned his thumb on it swearing to himself that one of these bullets will be for Shane.

"Michael!" Michael jumped and looked up at Rick. Rick's eyes looked down at his hand. Michael quickly moved his hand and made his way to Rick.

"What's the plan?" Michael asked.

"Shane and I are taking the random for drop off. The rest I can't and won't say," Rick responded. Michael bit his lip and nodded. "I'm surprised with how many orders you can take," Rick stated. Michael glanced up.

"I guess I just trust too much." Rick watched as Michael walked off. Lori soon made her way to Rick after seeing them talk.

"So what's happening?" Lori asked as she crossed her arms.

"Shane and I are heading out. In ten. Just me and him," Rick stated. Lori sighed and looked down.

"I don't want these people to leave Rick," Lori paused as she turned in the direction where Terry sat and laughed with Carl and Brady. "They are good people. Amazing people. They don't know what happened and if they find out …. They will either kill Shane or grab Jane and get the hell outta here."

"Lori, that will never happen. I will deal with Shane. Jane and them go nowhere," Rick stated clearly before heading out.

Later that day, Dale decided to head back up to the room where Jane had been fast asleep. He peeped through to see Daryl sharpening some sticks. He sighed and walked in further. In his hand he had a plate of food. Daryl looked up at him. Dale lightly placed it down on the side table. Daryl glared at him and continued to carve.

"You have to eat something," Dale stated. Daryl continued on. "Come on, take a break. I will be here. Carol is worried," Dale stated. Daryl paused and looked down at Jane. "Just go get some fresh air. I promise I will watch her."

"Why are you on me about this?" Daryl asked.

"Cause I think you proved you're point. You care," Dale stated. Daryl grinded his teeth. He rose quickly and dashed out of the room in frustration. Dale sighed as he heard the door slam. He then made his way and sat down on the chair. He glared at Jane. "I guess I just wait then." Dale leaned back in his seat holding the riffle close in his hand.

It wasn't long before Jane began to open her eyes. It was blurry. All she saw was the white ceiling about her. The sun beams shawn upon the bed side. She slowly adjusted her eyes to her surroundings. She turned her head to see the seat empty. She quickly flung up. A sudden pain came to her head as the blood rushed. She threw her hands over the sides of her head and squealed. The door quickly opened. Dale rushed to her. He pulled her arms down and glared at her eyes. They were fully dilated. Jane saw his calming blue eyes and slowly began to pace herself and return to her regular state.

"It's alright. Take your time. Here, drink some water," Dale said as he brought the glass of water to her. Jane gripped the glass and began to swallow the warm water. Dale sat back down in his seat. "Sorry, had to check outside the window. See what was going on," Dale smiled. Jane didn't smile back. She took another sip of water and looked back over to him. "I must say you are one stron-"

"Where is Rick?" Jane asked quickly cutting him off. Dale looked at her.

"Out, now-"

"Out where?" She rushed again. Before Dale could open his mouth again, Daryl walked in. He looked at Jane. She looked up.

"Good. You're awake," he said awkwardly as he looked down at the ground.

"Jane. I needa ask you something," Dale said as the thought rushed back to him. Daryl looked up at him. He knew Dale wanted something. Jane turned to him. "Did Shane do this to you?" Dale asked. Daryl quickly stepped forward.

"Jesus Christ! Can you not wait to ask that dumb ass question? Does it look like she is in any state to answer that?" Daryl snapped. Dale looked up at him.

"Where is Rick?" Jane asked quickly ignoring the question.

"Rick went out with Shane to drop that kid off somewhere," Daryl replied. Jane's eyes widened.

"Just them!?" she yelled. Dale and Daryl looked at her.

Jane quickly threw the sheets off rushing for her shoes. Daryl bolted to her trying to put her back in bed. Dale stood up seeing the panic on her face.

"Jane get back in bed! You should be resting," Daryl ordered. Jane pushed his hand away.

"I'm not going anywhere until I know Rick is safely back here," Jane snapped. Daryl bit his lip. Dale looked at her.

"What are you scared about?" Dale asked suspiciously.

"Shane was the one who attacked me!" Jane screamed. Dale and Daryl glared at her. "He's a killer okay? He killed Otis! He tried killing Michael! He could have killed me and something in my gut is telling me he is gonna kill Rick! The second that asshole gets a chance he will shoot him in the head or leave him for the walkers!" Jane yelled. Dale's eyes widened. Lori bolted into the room after hearing all the shouting from downstairs.

"What's happening?" Lori in a panicked tone. "Jane, you should be resting," Lori added when she saw her.

Jane looked down at the bed. Daryl sighed as he watched her face turn in a confused figure. He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her down on the bed. Jane's head began to throb. Dale glared down.

"Go. I'll watch her," Daryl said. Dale nodded slowly and rushed Lori out.

Dale quickly rushed Lori downstairs away from the room. He pulled her aside. Her face turned and her thoughts were stuck in confusion.

"Shane did it. She's worried he will kill Rick," Dale stated. Lori placed her hand over her mouth and took deep breaths.

Terry made his way inside the house with Carl and Brady. He looked up with a smile to see Andrea making her way down the hallway.

"Hey-"

"Not now," Andrea snapped as she stormed by him.

Terry turned and watched her storm out. He looked back at her direction and the three boys made their way there. He walked in the kitchen to see Lori standing there looking down on the counter. Terry glared at her.

"Lori?" he said. Lori sucked back and wiped her face. She turned and smiled. Terry could see her puffy eyes. "Hey Carl, take Brady and get him something to eat," Terry smiled Carl nodded and gave his mother one last glance before heading off. He stood there for a moment and watched her.

"Thanks for looking out for the kids," Lori said as she turned back and put some plates away. Terry nodded.

"You okay?" he asked. Lori stopped and turned to him.

"Yeah."

"You can talk to me. I'm a good listener," he said. Lori snickered and thought for a moment.

"I guess I'm just a bad mother, wife and apparently a bad person in general," she said. Terry looked down at the ground than back up at her. "I've made a lot of god damn mistakes. One's that will haunt me throughout the rest of my life on this god damn shit world." Terry glared at the hormonal woman.

"Nah. You're not a bad person. You're human. They are rare nowadays. Don't worry about it Lori. It's not like Andrea is much better. It's not like any of us are that much better," he paused. "We all do shit we wish we could go back and change. But the truth is, the world is just too fucked up to be a good person," Terry paused again. Lori glared at him. He noticed her look. "Sorry for my language." Terry looked down.

Lori paused for a moment before laughing. Terri laughed back. The two stopped there laughter when they heard a banging on the door. The two gave each other a look than ran to the noise. In the room Beth was in, Maggie was banging on the bathroom door. Lori glared in terror.

"Beth is in there. I heard glass," Maggie cried. Terry looked at the woman not quiet understanding what was going on. Lori ran to the door trying to open it. The two women screamed for Beth to open the door. Terry looked around to find the fire pit tool. He quickly grabbed it.

"Move," he said. The two girls backed off. He shoved it between the door and pried it open. The three stood there to see Beth holding her arm. Blood streamed through her fingers. Maggie bolted forward. She held her close as she cried.

"I left Andrea to look after her," Maggie said turning to them. Lori glimpsed to Terry. He stood there glaring at the girl as she bled.

Lori, Terry and Maggie made their way outside. Andrea bolted to the front door. Terry saw Maggie's face go cold.

"I heard, is she alright?" Andrea asked in panic.

"She would be if you stayed with her," Maggie snapped.

"How deep?" Andrea asked.

"Not too deep," Terry stated. Andrea smirked.

"She made her choice. She wants to live," Andrea went to make her way upstairs. Maggie stood firmly in front of her.

"Don't you dare step foot inside this house again," Maggie snapped. Andrea looked up at Terry and Lori. The two looked down. Andrea then nodded and headed off.

Jane made her way out of bed as Daryl slept. She slowly snuck from her bed. As she placed her hand on the knob and pulled the door, a loud creek was made. Daryl's eyes opened. She didn't notice. He sat there for a moment and watched as she continued to try and sneak out. He gave a smirk.

"Seriously?" he asked. Jane jumped and looked over at him. "You are awful at hiding things." He rose and made his way over to her. He went to grab her but Jane jumped and placed her hand up. Daryl forgot about the recent vendetta. "Sorry," he said gulping back. Jane looked down than back up at him.

"I know you're looking out for me Daryl. And I appreciate that but you don't have to keep me locked up in this room," Jane said. Daryl looked down.

"You're right. Sorry for caring," Daryl said. He turned to pick up his crossbow and walked out in front of her. She rolled her eyes and ran up to him. She pulled him by the arm. "Don't touch me!" Daryl snapped. Jane sighed and placed her hands on her hips.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell Daryl?" Jane said angrily. Daryl went to turned and grab the next door knob but Jane jumped in front of him and stood between Daryl and his only escape. "Why did you stay by my side?" Jane asked firmly.

"I don't have to answer to you," Daryl snarled as he went to reach for the door again. Jane pushed his hand away. Daryl bit his lip. "Look darlin' I could care less what happens to Rick and the rest of this god damn group. I've done my fair share of caring for all you assholes. Don't want me around, fine. I won't be around," Daryl snapped shoving her out of the way. Jane snapped back and shoved Daryl back.

"Don't care about us? That's bullshit. You're scared. You're scared cause people actually care about you," Jane snapped.

"No! I'm scared because I'm worried that the moment I come close to someone they will just be fucking taken by the creatures people used to fucking wave at," Daryl responded. Jane glared at him.

When he realized what he said he snarled and turned away again. Jane's eyes began to become soft. An impulse hit her. Daryl's gaze remained on the floor. She slowly raised her hand and placed it on Daryl's cheek. She slowly lifted his face. For a moment, Daryl was lost in her eyes. He quickly gave her a final look and stormed out of the room. Jane stopped for a moment and tried to think about what had just happened. Her eyes remained on the ground and her eyes focused on the thought of his eyes.