I'm not even going to say how sorry I am about not updating lately because you all know how bad I feel. Anyway… What did you guys think of the season three ending? Interesting if I must say so, yeah I know that was a while ago. That's how long it's been. I am almost done writing the story so I will update a hell of a lot more. I want to thank everyone who has stood by me and continued to review and who have favorited, alerted and all that other stuff. It keeps me going. : ) Please continue to do so and I will update more often… and that's a promise since I'm almost done… well with this season anyway.

I had made it back to the Dixon area without anyone saying anything to me or even looking at me for that matter. I looked back everyone was gone; I could faintly see everyone on top of the hill. Burying the bodies I could only assume. I gathered all of my items up and attached them to my body much like I had done only a few days ago. With one last look at the camp seeing everyone descending back, I walked down a dirt road and walked away from the first people I had seen in weeks.

About a mile down the road I began regretting my decision. The temperature was rising and becoming unbearable. I started to remember why I was so happy to see people.

You made the right decision. You needed to leave, you felt out of place and well frankly Shane is a little off. And Daryl, well he's nice to look at… but well is right now the time to be thinking of anything other than survival?

My thoughts were interrupted by the roar of a motorcycle.

"What in the preverbal hell?" I whispered as I spun around. Daryl was riding towards me on a motorcycle.

"Are you CRAZY?" I yelled over the engine.

"Are you?" he said as he cut it off. "Goin' out alone?"

"I survived this long. Figured it wouldn't be that hard again."

"Are ya serious?"

"Generally." I answered he looked around for a second. I knew I had upset him enough for him to come after me. "Look, Daryl, I just don't belong there."

"You think I do?" Daryl said.

"Well- I"

"I don't Anna, it's easier to survive with others than on your own. You know these people, they were your neighbors, you belong here." He said as he looked at me. I shook my head at his words.

"Daryl you have no idea what you're talkin about. They were my neighbors, I had dinner before at the Grimes house, I taught their son, and I know Shane. Doesn't mean I want to be around them while the world goes to shit. Granted familiar faces are nice but they become ugly and unwanted after a while." I said. Daryl thought about my words, I could see it in his face he knew there was something that happened before all this went down. I braced myself for him to ask me what happened.

"They're thinkin' bout goin to the CDC, we can't stay here." I let out a breath of air, relieved that he hadn't asked any questions. I looked out into the dusty deserted path in front of me. "Don't leave me with these people by myself." The sound in his voice caused me to glance at him. He was completely serious.

He has no one, Anna. He's been with these people for a while now but he was with his brother. He seems to respect you to a point and your abilities with weapons and survival. He's alone now, when you met him he was alone but his brother was waiting for him back at camp. He complained about these people then and he is now. He hunts for them and what do they do for him in return? Leave his brother to die. Yet he won't leave because he knows his chances for survival are greater in numbers. The group was full of so much unnecessary drama, and I knew there was more to be had.

I looked out at the abandoned world. "I'll go with you all to the CDC. After that depending on how it goes, I might leave, I might stay. You alright with that?" I responded glancing over at him. He gave one nod and stared the bike up again.

"Get on." He said.

"I've never been on a motorcycle." I admitted suddenly intimidated by the two wheeled transport.

"Just hang on." He responded as I got on behind him. I awkwardly placed my arms around his torso and held on as he took me back to camp.

As we rolled into camp everyone looked in our direction. We got off the bike and with the help of T-dog we got the bike tied into the back of Daryl's truck. Everyone was standing in a circle as we walked to the most familiar part of camp, the fire pit area. Everyone had packed up their belongings and we stood ready to go. Shane gave me a hurt disgruntled look as he saw me walk up behind Daryl. He shook his head and then cleared his throat.

"Alright, everybody listen up. Those of you with CBs, we're gonna be on channel 40. Let's keep the chatter down, okay? Now you got a problem, don't have a CB, can't get a signal or anything at all you're gonna hit your horn one time. That'll stop the caravan. Any questions?" Shane said.

"We're, uh- we're not going." Morales said. Everyone stood in silence staring at the family.

"We have family in Birmingham. We want to be with our people." His wife said.

"You go on your own; you won't have anyone to watch your back." Shane said as he glanced over to me.

"We'll take the chance." Morales replied not seeming to worry. "I got to do what's best for my family."

"You sure?" Rick asked as Shane continued to glance in my direction.

"We talked about it. We're sure." Morales assured the cops. Shane looked over at Rick.

"All right." Rick said as he glanced at his partner. "Shane."

"Yeah, alright." Shane said as he knelt to the bag behind them. ".357?"

"Yeah." Rick said. I glanced to Daryl as he chewed on his nail staring at the cops. Rick and Shane walked over to Morales with a pistol and some ammo.

"The box is half full." Shane said, Daryl scoffed and became antsy as he walked around in the same spot.

"Thank you all, for everything." Morales' wife said. The women walked over and began their goodbyes to the family, most of the people were crying.

"You brought me back here Daryl. If you leave, you take me with you. Don't you dare leave me here alone." I said under my breath as he paced. Seeing the Morales family do what I tried to do only an hour ago made me realize I should have gone. Daryl and I didn't belong here, Morales' family did, and they still left. I looked up at Daryl as he stared at me, and gave me a simple nod like before.

"Let's move out." Shane said as everyone got into their destined vehicles.

"Come on." Daryl said as he lightly grabbed my arm and led me to his truck. "Figured you'd be more comfortable in here." He opened the car door and walked to the driver's side of the car. "I know you didn't sleep at all last night, like you were supposed to." I crawled into the cab of the truck and relaxed into the seat.

"Thanks." I said as he handed me a poncho from under the seat.

We began our journey to the CDC is a nice formed convoy line. Dale in the RV was first, then Rick and his family, T-dog, Daryl and I and Shane behind us.

"So." I said as I got comfy in the seat. Daryl looked over at me.

"The point of you being here is to sleep." He said.

"Oh I know. I just like to talk a bit before I fall asleep." I said glancing around the cab. "Is this your truck?"

"Since I was 15. The motorcycle is Merles." He admitted keeping his eyes on the road. I wanted to ask more about Merle. What was he like? Was he as horrible as everyone says? Or was he misunderstood?

"Oh." I responded, chickening out in asking. Another time, another place. My eyelids began to feel heavy as I slowly faded off into sleep as we traveled down the road.