Welcome to the next chapter! I'm glad you're all enjoying When Shit Hits the Fan, as we head towards the half way point! So is anyone into the Olympics? I don't really watch the Summer games but as a Canadian, I do enjoy the Winter games! Especially hockey and most of the other skating events. It's still a couple weeks away but I look forward to it! Anyways, enjoy!


Abby sighed as she watched Daryl and Beth tracking. "Why am I here?" She asked only to be shushed by both of them.

"Daryl doesn't want you out of his sight and I don't blame him." Beth whispered.

They had decided to tell Beth their news pretty much right away, they figured it was better for her to know. She'd been very happy for them but like them, she was very worried. That had been a week ago and Daryl quite literally hadn't let Abby out of his sight. If he went hunting, she'd have to go with him, if he had too piss, he'd only go a few feet away. He'd already been carrying her military pack but he out right refused to let her carry anything besides her pistol or knife.

"What are we tracking?" Beth asked after a brief pause.

"You tell me." Daryl said smirking as Beth looked back at him annoyed. "You're the one who wanted to learned." He replied to her look.

Beth sighed then looked down at the tracks for a moment. "Well, something came through here." She started. "The pattern is all zig-zaggy. It's a walker!" Beth exclaimed proudly.

Daryl shrugged. "Maybe it's a drunk."

Beth smiled broadly as she hoisted Daryl's crossbow. "I'm getting good at this. Pretty soon I won't need either of you."

Abby chuckled. "Why are we tracking a walker? I thought we were looking for food."

"If we find animal tracks, we'll follow those. For now, might as well teacher her to track somethin' else." Daryl mumbled then waved his hand at Beth. "Keep tracking."

They followed Beth through the woods until they came to a small clearing where a walker was bent over something, busily eating it.

"It's got a gun." She whispered back at them, then hoisted the crossbow once more and inched forward.

Daryl followed but kept well back to give her a chance to deal with the walker herself. Beth was moving forward quietly when something metal snapped, making Beth cry out in pain as her foot twisted sideways, causing her to fall. She quickly brought the crossbow up and fired. Her shot was pretty good for an amateur but didn't quite hit the spot as the bolt sailed through the air and went through the walker's cheek, but not hitting any brain matter.

Abby and Daryl ran forward, Daryl pulling the crossbow from Beth's hands as Abby pulled her pistol and shot the walker before Daryl had managed straighten up to engage the walker. He glared at Abby momentarily as he knelt down beside Beth, and helped her open the leg trap that had clamped onto her ankle.

"What? I didn't do anything strenuous." Abby said as she bent over the two as Daryl inspected Beth's ankle.

"Can you move it?" Daryl asked.

Beth grimaced but she did move it, then nodded at Daryl. "Yeah."

Daryl grabbed Beth under the arms and helped her to her feet, then he looked back at Abby. "I had it." He said to her.

Abby shrugged. "I know, but I'm gettin' bored watchin' you two all the time."

Daryl gave her an unhappy look, then put Beth's arm over his shoulder. "We're done tracking for now, lets find some place to camp for the night."

"It's a little early, isn't it?" Beth asked as she winced when Daryl started walking with her.

"With yer ankle, no it ain't too early to set up camp." Daryl grumbled.

After a half an hour of walking, they exited the woods into a graveyard. As they walked by headstones, Beth suddenly pulled her arm away from Daryl and stopped.

"Can we—can we stop a sec?" Beth asked wincing as she leaned against one.

Daryl studied Beth carefully. "You okay?"

"I just need to sit down for a sec." Beth answered.

Daryl looked at the house that was in the distance, then back at Beth. "Alright, hold up." He said as he handed Abby his crossbow, then moved his pack on the from his back to his chest then turned his back to Beth. "Hop on."

Beth looked back at Abby then at Daryl confused. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. This is a serious piggyback. Jump up." Daryl replied sarcastically. Beth jumped up on to his back. "Your heavier than you look." Daryl grunted as he started walking.

"Daryl!" Abby scolded.

Beth laughed. "Its fine." Then looked at the house in the distance. "Maybe there are people there."

Daryl started walking towards the house. "Yeah. If there are, I'll handle them."

"There as still good people out there." Beth chided him.

Abby smirked. "I agree. Look at us."

Beth suddenly slid off of Daryl's back, then stared at a headstone they were starting to pass by, looking depressed. The inscription read: Beloved Father. Abby stepped forward and gave her a one-armed hug, rubbing her shoulder with the other hand. Daryl looked at them for a moment then bent down to pick a wild flower, then laid it on the headstone. After staring at the headstone, a moment longer, Daryl turned his back to Beth once more, so she could hop up.

The continued their slow walk to the house then, when they made it to the bottom of the porch steps, Daryl got Beth to slid off his back and quietly set down their pack. Daryl looked directly into Abby's eyes and made a very firm stay, motion then took his crossbow from her. Abby rolled her eyes but nodded her head in agreement. He turned back to the house and quietly climbed the steps to the front door and opened it slowly. He banged on the door frame, whistled then waited for a couple of minutes. When he decided it was safe enough to inside, Daryl edged forward into the house, looking around carefully as he poked his head into the first room.

"It's so clean." Beth commented as she slowly stepped inside.

"Somebody's been tending to it." Daryl agreed.

He disappeared into a room then, followed by Beth. Abby crossed her arms over her chest annoyed as she walked onto the porch and leaned against the wall by the doo, listening intently while she surveyed the scenery around the house, she really hated sitting back while others did the work; it was against her nature. Daryl briefly reappeared, made sure she was where he'd left her, then continued down the hall to continue the sweep. Abby finally stepped inside, figuring it was safe and closed the door behind her. She wanted to go in further but she figured Daryl would give her shit if she went in any further without him giving her the all clear. He strolled back down the hall and nudged her leg softly with his toe where she sat on the floor.

"Ain't nobody here, dead or living...well there's a couple dead guy's in the basement and parlour over there but they're dead, dead." Daryl said then offered her his hand.

"So, I'm permitted to move now?" Abby asked not hiding her annoyance.

"Babe, don't be like that." Daryl sighed offering her his hand again.

Abby scowled at his hand a moment, then finally took it, allowing him to pull her up, onto her feet. "Where's Beth?"

Daryl nodded in the direction he had just come from. "Probably still in the kitchen. Looked like someone was living here up until recently. The food in the cupboard didn't have a speck of dust on it."

Abby followed him to a small kitchen where Beth was indeed, poking around in the cupboard. When Beth saw them, she smiled at them broadly.

"I bet we could stay here a while!" She said enthusiastically. "Maybe even long enough for Abby to have the baby!"

"Maybe." Daryl mumbled, sounding very sceptical as he inspected the supplies.

"Sit down, Beth, let me look at yer ankle." Abby ordered, as she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down in it.

Beth limped over to a chair and sat a cross from Abby as Abby looked at Daryl. "Be a lamb and get the other pack. I had a tensor bandage in there."

Daryl nodded then disappeared, as Beth smirked at her. "I think you and Rick are the only ones who can get away with giving him orders or calling him cutesy things."

Abby smirked. "Well I did trick him into marrying me."

"If anybody tricked anybody into gettin' hitched, it'd be me gettin' you to marry some redneck trash like me." Daryl said as he set the bag down beside Abby and started rummaging through it. Abby smacked him gently on the back of the head, earning her a slight smirk as he handed her the tensor bandage.

Daryl stood up and headed for the door. "Gonna step up a trip wire alarm, make sure everythin's secure. Don't eat all the food while I'm gone."

"Tells a pregnant lady not to eat all the food, good idea." Abby said sarcastically. Beth just smiled as Abby tightly wrapped Beth's ankle. When she was done Abby looked up at Beth. "How's that feel?"

"Much better. There's a whole bunch of peanut butter in the cupboard, if you want, but don't eat the pigs' feet, Daryl called dibs." Beth said as she carefully pulled on her boot once more.

"Ugh, just hearing about 'em makes me wanna hurl." Abby said as she got to her feet. "I'm gonna look around."

Abby wandered around the main floor but it was basically a funeral home and all but one room had a body in it. She then went up the stairs, which was a more typical living situation. There was three bedrooms, one having been converted into an office, a huge living area, one bathroom and not much else.

Abby walked into the bathroom and eyed the old claw foot tub for several long minutes, then with a smile went down the stairs to look for Daryl. She found him walking the perimeter of the house, inspecting the boards that covered the windows with a hammer in hand. When he saw her coming, he smirked at her and watched her walk over.

"So how willin' are you to spoil me?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He eyed her suspiciously. "Depends on what yer askin'?"

She gave him a peck on the lips and then smiled at him. "If there's a well, I wouldn't mind havin' a bath. I don't expect you to make the water warm, I just wanna clean up a little."

"Sun's goin' down but I might be able to pull that off for yah." He said as he finally put his hands on her hips. "Saw a fireplace in the one room, could probably make it at least lukewarm for you."

She kissed him again. "That'd be greatly appreciated."

"Go inside, start that fire. There was wood stacked right next to the fire place." Daryl said smirking as he rubbed her waist.

"I love you!" She said happily then kissed him once more, before turning and trotting inside.

An hour later, Abby lounged in warm water with candles lighting the room. Daryl had gone above and beyond, she had just wanted a half full tub of water but after she'd sat in it, he just kept coming with more water, occasionally hot water, until the tub was full.

Abby sighed, she shouldn't stay too long, Beth deserved to clean up too and in warm water. So, she stood up and grabbed the towel Daryl had found in a nearby closest and stepped out. Once she'd patted herself dry, she used the towel to wrap her hair up into it before she started to dress in her semi clean clothes. She looked at herself briefly in the mirror, placing hand on her stomach as she stared at the reflection. She still had mixed feelings about being pregnant, it was something she'd wanted for a long time and part of her was happy about it but part of her still felt it was selfish to bring a child into the world with the way it was.

She finally dropped her hand and finished putting on her clothes. They'd wash everything the best they could, when Beth was done. Once she'd pulled on her boots, she left the room and headed down the stairs. At the bottom she paused to listen to the singing she heard coming from the only viewing room without a body in it. She smiled when she entered the room, seeing Beth playing on the piano while Daryl lay in an open coffin, listening.

"Yer pretty good at all that, singing, playing piano." Abby commented, startling them both.

Beth smiled as she turned around on the piano bench. "My mom taught me, she loved music."

"I can tell from the way yer family seemed to like to sing and such. Anyways, I left the water in the tub, should still be warm if you want to clean up." Abby finally offered.

"Really?!" Beth said excitedly as she popped on to her feet. "Okay!"

Abby dug into her bag. "Got one more shirt in my pack that's half decent. You can use it, then we can wash our clothes afterwards." Abby finally pulled her shirt out and tossed it to Beth.

"Thanks!" She said as she caught it, then ran excitedly for the stairs.

"You feelin' better?" Daryl asked, when Beth disappeared, as he sat up and swung his legs over the side.

Abby walked over to him, putting herself between his knees as she rested her hands on his legs and looked up at him. "Nothin's better for a woman's mental welfare than gettin' to take a warm bath. Thank you."

Daryl bent forward and rested his forehead on hers. "Women are so strange. Stupidest things make you happy, but yer welcome."

"Get used to it, buttercup." Abby said smiling, eyes closed. "It's just you with a pregnant woman and a teenage girl."

Daryl grunted. "Poor me." Daryl said sarcastically then finally lifted his head, kissed her forehead then slid over the edge of the coffin. "Time for you to get some sleep."

"Are going to join me?" Abby asked as she let him guide her towards the stairs then stopped at the bottom. "Wait, I was gonna wash laundry."

Daryl went behind her, gently grabbed her shoulders, then pushed her towards the stairs. "It's not like there's a lot, Beth can handle it."

"I'm not an invalid, I can still do things!" Abby groused as she climbed the stairs.

"I know, but it's late and it's been a long day." Daryl said as he continued to propel her forward.

Abby marched obediently to the top of the stairs, then Daryl took her hand and pulled her towards a room. She sat down on the bed as Daryl bent over then pulled her boots off. Once off she laid on her side as Daryl pulled the covers over her shoulders.

"You didn't answer me." Abby said as she held on to his hand so he couldn't walk away.

"I'll come back in a few hours, just wanna make sure everything is secure." Daryl promised, then kissed her hand. "Now sleep."

She watched him disappear, then closed her eyes and almost instantly drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the night, she felt the bed shift, then an arm wrap around her waist as warmth pressed against her back as Daryl's distinct smell filled her nose. Abby pressed herself against him and pulled his hand up to her face before drifting back into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she woke to find Daryl gone, which was unusual. She had always been a light sleeper and always noticed when Daryl got up in the morning, but lately she seemed to sleep like a log; both heavily and for long periods of time. There had been mornings over the last week where Daryl actually had to wake her, which was strange since she was always up early.

Abby stretched, then rolled up out of the bed and pulled her boots on. After she'd put on her gun belt, she walked down the hall, stopped in the bathroom doorway where she saw clothing hanging from the shower rod, drip drying. She continued down the steps and stopped at the bottom when she heard cans clanking from outside the door. Abby immediately rushed the last few steps to the door as she pulled out her pistol and glanced through the cracks of the boards, seeing only a furry body on the front porch.

Abby smiled, then slowly opened the door, revealing a scraggly, one eyed dog. Abby slowly crouched down making sure her body was turned away, then slowly offered it her hand, making sure to not look it in the eye. The dog tentatively smelled her hand, then licked it once before stepping a little closer.

"Abby!" Daryl hissed quietly.

Abby held up a finger to him and mouthed the word, stay, then slowly reached up to pet the dog. The dog allowed her to pet it, and when Abby moved to the side, out of the doorway, it slowly stepped inside. Abby then slowly closed the door, the clicking of the latch startling the dog slightly as it skirted to the side.

"Get some peanut butter! It looks starved." Abby whispered as she sat on the ground and held her hand out towards the dog once more.

Daryl disappeared and reappeared almost immediately with a jar, followed closely by Beth who grinned widely. Daryl tossed her the jar and she caught it easily, then opened the lid, which caused the dogs ears to perk up. Abby scooped up out about a tablespoon full, then held it out for the dog. The dog watched her carefully but immediately lapped the peanut butter up from her fingers.

"I'll get some water and maybe some of Daryl's pig feet." Beth said happily before disappearing towards the kitchen.

"Don't give it too much, we still need to eat too." Daryl grumbled, trying to sound annoyed but Abby knew he was just as happy about the dog as she and Beth were.

"It's some sort of terrier mix, maybe we can teach it to hunt! Help put food on the table!" Abby said happily as she continued giving the dog food, it having sat down by Abby and started wagging its tail.

"And you know how?" Daryl asked her sceptically as he leaned against the door jam.

"Nope but we'll figure it out." Abby said as she closed the jar and petted the now happy dog.

Beth reappeared with two cereal bowls, a bottle water and one of Daryl's jars of pig's feet. The dog wasn't a hundred percent certain of Beth but let her approach and watched as Beth knelt down. She first dumped some of the pig's feet, making her the dog's instant best friend, then poured the bottle of water into the other bowl.

"C'mon you two, time fer the humans to eat." Daryl said as he stood up and indicated for them to move.

Abby and Beth both got up and followed after Daryl as he walked to the kitchen. The dog followed shortly after and sat down in between Beth and Abby, watching them hopefully as they started eating. Beth bent over and lifted the dogs leg so she could see its belly.

"It's a boy. What should we call him?" Beth asked.

"One-eyed Jack." Daryl said immediately, causing both women to look at him, then looked at each other.

"Or we could just call him Jack." Abby suggested.

"I like that." Beth agreed. "I wish we could bathe him but I doubt he'd like that."

Abby chuckled. "Probably not. Thanks, by the way, for washing those clothes. I planned on helping."

Beth smiled as she shook her head while she continued to look down at Jack, who'd put his head on her lap, giving her pleading eyes. "No, it's okay. You need to rest."

Abby rolled her eyes. "You two may be the death to my sanity. It's getting boring doing nothing."

When they finished what passed, now days for breakfast, Daryl went outside to check the surrounding area around the house more thoroughly, looking for things like a shed hidden in the bush or nearby buildings that he may have missed in yesterday's fading light. Beth did a more thorough search of the building, limping still but seemingly okay as she moved. Abby occupied herself by first cleaning her pistol, which she hadn't done since they'd been run out of the prison, then moving on to the one Beth had been using and finally the one they had found just the day before. All three pistols we're in appalling shape, she wondered how they had kept working.

By midday, Abby was lounging in a chair, bored with nothing to do. There had been a few books around but they all had to do with the cemetery in one form or another, and she wasn't quite that bored. Finally fed up with sitting around, Abby got up and headed outside followed closely by Jack. She slowly walked between the rows of head stone, stopping occasionally to look at one that caught her interest. She was looking at one such headstone when Jack let out a soft growl.

"You shouldn't be out here on yer own." Daryl said coming up beside her.

Abby scoffed as she stood up and turned to him. "You know just because I'm pregnant, it doesn't mean that I'm suddenly incapable of doing anything. I was serious before, I can't be doing nothing, it's gonna drive me nuts. At least let me do small tasks like cookin' the food or doin' the laundry when we do, do it."

Daryl rubbed her shoulder. "Sorry. I know I'm bein' overprotective but everything out here can kill you and if I lost you…I don't know if I could handle that."

Abby reached up and touched his face. "You're the strongest person I've ever met, you could make it." Abby said but Daryl was shaking his head. Abby brought her other hand up and grabbed his face. "Promise me something Daryl." She said firmly, as she stared at him and when he finally nodded his head, she continued. "Beth was right, the man you are now is a good person. Promise me you won't let this harsh world change that, no matter how shitty things get. Don't change into one of those monsters, be you. Be Daryl."

Daryl looked down. "I…I promise but you have to promise too."

Abby lifted his face once more, then pressed her forehead against his. "I promise." She said softly, then smiled. "Now stop acting like my brother."

Daryl made a disgusted face. "Ugh." Then looked down in surprise as Jack started licking his fingers.

Abby's smile brightened when she saw Jack licking his hand. "I guess he's decided that you aren't so scary anymore. He's probably encountered a lot of hostile males. Dog's seem to more likely to be afraid of men then women." She said as Daryl bent down and started petting Jack.

"Beth's right, he needs a bath. He stinks." Daryl said smirking, obviously happy that the dog had decided that he too was a friend. "So, what exactly do you expect me to do to alleviate yer boredom? Now days its one extreme or the other."

Abby shrugged as he straightened. "Books? Crossword puzzles? Something to keep my mind busy."

"If we stay here, then I'll see if there's a town nearby. Somewhere to get supplies. I'll look for you when I get the chance." Daryl said nodding.

"At least take Beth with you, to have someone to watch your back. You know she'd be helpful." Abby said firmly.

Daryl rolled his eyes. "Fine, to make you happy."

Abby rested her forearms on his shoulders. "Thank you. Now let's go have sex."

Daryl's mouth opened a few times but all he managed to come out with was. "Uh…what?"

Abby smirked mischievously as she ran a finger from his ear down his neck. "You heard me. I'm already pregnant, so it's not like you can do that again and sex is good for us." She said rubbing her belly.

"Yer just sayin' that to get laid." Daryl said suspiciously.

Abby laughed as she continued to run her fingers along his neck. "If you find me a baby book, I could prove it too you."

"Then there's Beth. She's likely around the house, and I ain't doin' it out here. Especially with him watching." Daryl said, indicating Jack who sat there watching the two of them.

Abby laughed again. "Do you feel self-conscious with a dog watching you?"

"Don't you?" Abby looked down at Jack. "We'll just make sure he accompanies Beth with something. We only need like, twenty minutes for some proper fun."

"And what do you propose that be?" Daryl asked.

"I saw a wash basin outside. Fill it up, bring some of that shampoo from the bathroom while I take a 'nap' and then get Beth to bathe Jack." Abby said mischievously.

Daryl quirked an eyebrow. "You came up with that just now."

"Mmhmm."

"Works for me." Daryl said smacking her ass, then walking off.

Abby looked down at Jack. "C'mon, Jack. Let's get you clean and me some action. It'll make the day go much faster for both of us." She said winking.

She trotted back to the house, then found Beth playing the piano once more. Abby sat down and listened to her and waited for Beth to turn to her. When she did, Jack trotted up to Beth and laid his head in her lap. "He seems so friendly now."

"Yeah, I'm guessing he used to be someone's pet. I bet he'd let you bath him, in fact I asked Daryl to put some water into a wash basin outside. I was plannin' on takin' a nap, why don't you and Jack keep each other company and bond over bath time. I bet he used to get them before." Abby knew she was laying it on thick but Beth was completely buying into it.

"Okay, I'm totally bored and getting splashed with water is way more preferable to walker blood." Beth got to her feet and patted her leg as she looked down at Jack. "C'mon boy! Let's go!" Jack barked excitedly and followed after Beth as she left.

Abby smirked mischievously before standing and heading straight for the stairs. She trotted straight to the top then into the room that she had used the night before, then sat on the edge and pulled off her boots, then her pants and shirt before climbing under the covers. Less than ten minutes later, Daryl rushed into the room, closing the door while setting his crossbow down then immediately started working on his belt as he kicked of his boots and climbed into bed. Abby giggled as Daryl went straight for her neck, kissing it while Abby finished pulling his pants down.

Later, when the sun had set, Daryl, Abby and Beth all sat around the table eating a second meal for the first time in a month with Jack resting his head on Abby's thigh, smelling and looking a whole lot better as he begged for food. Abby slowly petted Jack as she put a spoonful of beans in her mouth. Since all that was in the cupboard was pig's feet, peanut butter and cola, they figured that what they had collected from the last couple days would be better for her than what had been here. Abby squinted in the dim light as Beth bent over a piece of paper.

"I'm writing a thank you note." She said when she noticed Abby watching her.

"Why?" Daryl asked before shovelling more food into his mouth.

"In case they come back." Beth answered simply. "If they come back. Even if they don't, I wanted to say thanks."

Daryl glanced at Abby then around the room. "Maybe we don't have to leave that. Maybe we stay around for a while here, at least 'til Abby has the baby. They come back, we'll just make it work. They may be nuts but maybe it'll be alright."

Beth smiled. "So, you still think there are still good people around?"

"Kinda hard not to with you two around." Daryl said smirking slightly as he continued to spoon food into his mouth.

"Aw, did you just compliment us?" Abby asked as she pinched his cheek, which he pulled his head away as he swatted at her hand.

Jack suddenly whinnied and tried to force himself under Abby's chair. The three of them looked at each other in confusion, then Daryl suddenly blew out all the candles on the table.

"Walkers." Daryl hissed as he walked to the candles on the counter then blew them out.

"Extinguish the candles…quietly! Then lock yerselves in the bathroom." Daryl said quietly as he finished putting out the candles.

"What about you?" Abby asked quietly as she got to her feet.

"I'm gonna wait at the top of the steps until the leave, give y'all an advance warning if they get in." Daryl said.

"Is it such a good idea to be upstairs if they get in?" Beth asked also getting to her feet.

"If yer quiet, they won't even know yer there. Now enough with the questions and get going!" Daryl hissed.

Beth and Abby quietly ran up the stairs, while Daryl continued to extinguish the candles on the main level. Beth headed for the bathroom but Abby headed for her room.

"Abby!" Beth hissed as she turned to follow.

"My pack, just in case." Abby said as she hurried into the room and picked up the pack.

The two women headed for the bathroom and closed the door then locked it like Daryl had ordered. Both Beth and Abby leaned against the tub and watched the door, both with their pistols and knives in hand as Jack sat right by the door staring at it.

"I hate this." Abby said quietly. "Sitting around while someone else takes the risks."

"Yeah, it sucks. But you have to think about something greater now." Beth replied.

Abby sighed, "That's why I'm sitting here, not out there. Letting Daryl be overbearing, be my protector, it's against my nature to do that but I've wanted this baby for a long time, so I'm gonna do what I have to, to make sure it survives; before and after it's born."

"I wish you two coulda had a life together when things were…better." Beth said sadly.

"Yeah…me too." Abby said with equal sadness.

Abby woke with a start, some loud noise waking her up from her uncomfortable position in the tub. Abby realized that the sound had been a knock, followed by a bark, as Beth sat up from the ground.

"You two can come out now." Daryl said through the door. Beth got up and opened the door, then put a hand up over her face as sunlight came shining in. "The herds moved on, didn't seem to take any notice of the house." Daryl said as he stepped into the bathroom and offered his hand to Abby as she stood up.

She took his hand and carefully stepped out. Once out, they all went back downstairs to have breakfast. As they sat at the table, Abby stared at the boarded-up window.

"If we're gonna stay here, maybe we should set up a wall or something that will keep the walkers away from the house." Abby suggested finally.

Daryl shook his head. "Yeah, I've been rethinking what I said yesterday. We could probably stay here for a couple days but I think we should try and find something better, safer."

"It's harder to get much safer than this, unless you got a prison up yer sleeve." Abby said sceptically.

"I'm not sayin' we abandon this place but maybe use it as base to find somethin' better and if we can't find somethin' better, then we stay here." Daryl said.

Abby thought about it for a moment, then looked at Daryl. "I guess it's not a terrible idea but we'd need a car so we can search further."

"Then we should start today." Beth agreed nodding her head. "We know what's in one direction so maybe we can go down the driveway, I mean a funeral home is usually close to a town, right?"

"Yeah they usually are." Abby agreed.

"Then we'll do what Beth suggested, follow the driveway to the road then see if we can choose a direction. You and the dog stay here, keep each other company." Daryl said as he ate.

"Really?" Beth asked hopefully while Abby rolled her eyes.

Daryl gave Abby the stink eye briefly then looked at Beth. "Yeah, I can handle lookin' on my own but sometimes havin' a second pair of eyes can be beneficial."

"Just don't be too long." Abby complained.

Beth grinned at her happily. "We won't!"


So? What do you think about Jack? He's gonna be sticking around for a while. I don't know why I felt the need to add him but I did. Personally I think having animals around would be beneficial although most domestic dogs aren't particularly self-sufficient, they could work as a security system, warmth and for tracking and retrieved food. Some dogs like jack Russell are natural hunters. I used to work with this lady who lived on an acreage and her jack Russell was constantly be digging up gopher hills and killing the gophers. Unfortunately, she'd kill kittens too...on that happy note, let me know what you think!

-Shockra