Disclaimer:I do not own The Walking Dead: Not it's characters, certainly not Daryl Dixon -sadly-, not the plot (except the stuff that's not part of the original story), the story line, etc.

I also don't own whatever Canadian slangs that I end up using.

However: I do own Jo and Ben Teague, they are my own characters that I have created.

Note: I have started writing again! -yay!- And due to that, I started to reread this story and found out that I didn't like how I've worded/phrased some things, so I've decided to rewrite it.

Also, like before, if I end up using terms that some people don't understand/don't know because they are Canadian terms, I will be posting their meanings at the bottom of the page.

Once I finished going through the cupboards, which, to my disappointment didn't produce anything useful, except some extra butcher and steak knives -which I also grabbed- I walked back to the group. Rick was the first to notice me and gave me a nod, which I returned, signalling that I was finished with the place.

"Now then, since it's rather unanimous that no one, other than Daryl wants to go out into the streets without more protection," Rick held up his had before Daryl could say anything. "So let's find a place to sit and work things out."

Everyone agreed, though Daryl was a bit reluctant to do so and we followed Rick and Glenn to one of the unused offices. Since Glenn knew the city better than anyone, he would be the one to decide the game plan. I took a seat on top of the desk while the rest of them made their selves comfortable while we waited. I watched as Glenn fiddled around a bit with the office items, and furrowed my brows when I heard his initial plan: to go alone.

"You're not doing this alone," Rick stated as we all looked at Glenn.

"Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much," Daryl spoke and I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Glenn, really, how can you even think this would work out properly on your own?" I asked, and I hoped that the Asian would explain what he had in mind better because all I could see was his plan backfiring, badly. Glenn looked up at us, exasperated, but I could tell that he was set in what he had planned.

"It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out," Glenn spoke up, and I knew he was trying to get us to see it his way. Once he saw that we were all listening, Glenn started to explain. "If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast." He did have a point, I would admit that, but I still felt uneasy with this entire thing.

"Look," the Asian motioned down to his makeshift area and started to move some of the items around. "That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns." He put two items down on the 'board' that he drew in the shape of the streets, and pointed to an alley. "Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Jo and I will go."

"Why me and the Canuck?" Daryl asked curiously as I propped my head onto my hand. I casted the hunter a look, surprised that he asked the same question I was about to ask. This caused Glenn's attention to focus on us, more so to the weapons we carried.

"Your crossbow and Jo's hunting bow are quieter than his gun," Glenn explained and I nodded my head a bit.

"Fair enough, we'll draw less attention to ourselves and you if we need to shoot," I surmised and looked over at the hunter who had been about to open his mouth to say something.

"Right, so, while Daryl and Jo wait here, in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag." I would admit it was a smart plan and I from the look on Glenn's face, he was quite proud of himself for thinking of it.

"You have us elsewhere?" Rick asked. Since Daryl and I had the quieter weapons, Rick and T-Dog were placed somewhere else.

"You and T-Dog, right," Glenn nodded his head and grabbed an eraser from his side and placed it on the board. "You'll be in this alley here," he stated.

"Two blocks away? Why?" Rick questioned, and I leaned forward a bit to study the map a bit better. It was rather interesting to see how much Glenn had thought this plan of his out and it made a lot more sense then when he first brought it up.

"I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I wont go back to Daryl and Jo, I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are," he explained his plan and I nodded my head a bit with a hum. It made perfect sense really. "Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me." He took a breath, as if to calm himself before he looked at everyone for a moment. "Afterwards, we'll all meet back here." He added that with a nod as the rest of us fell silent.

"Hey kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asked quietly, surprising all of us that he would ask that of all things. I looked over at Glenn, and was surprised to see a look of confusion on his face.

"Delivered pizzas. Why?" he asked.

I couldn't help but crack a smile and covered up a snort of amusement with my hand. The reactions the others had were much like my own. Rick had cocked his head to the side in disbelief before turning away with a smile. T-Dog had lowered his head as he shook it and Daryl didn't even reply as he made a silent gesture of accepting it in slight disbelief. I had a feeling that it was the same reaction that the others had when they found out I was a doctor. It was amusing though, since Glenn was a good tactician, if this thought-out plan of his spoke anything of his abilities.

Once everyone was clear on their roles, we moved out. Daryl and I followed Glenn over the roof tops and down an emergency ladder to the alley near the tank that he had talked about earlier. The moment my feet touched the ground, I pulled my bow from my back and an arrow so I was ready for anything that came at us. I moved out of the way so Daryl could jump down and soon we were following the Asian through the alley to the gate that separated us from the main street. We were lucky from what I could tell, there didn't seem to be many Flesh-Dolls around. If all went well, this would be a simple trip to get the guns, get back to the building and look for Merle for a moment or two, then head back to camp. The only indication that there were Flesh-Dolls nearby were the audible groans that came from them. The three of us stopped next to a large garbage bin, which allowed Daryl and I to get ready and in position to shoot when needed.

"You got some balls for a Chinaman," Daryl stated, almost impressed with Glenn's bravery as he loaded his crossbow. I couldn't help but snort a bit as I loaded my bow up and took aim for one of the Walkers nearby.

"I'm Korean," Glenn corrected, and let some of his irritation slip out as he watched the streets for his chance to head out.

"Whatever."

Daryl's reply was short and I nudged him in the side for his response. I knew it wouldn't make a difference, but I didn't expect a miracle or anything. When Glenn moved to the fence, I took my place at Daryl's side, both of us ready for action the moment Glenn needed it. The moment he left the alley, I moved up closer to the gate, but stayed far enough away so that I didn't draw attention to Daryl and I. That was the last thing either of us needed, especially since didn't need to waste ammo. Especially since we only had a limited amount on us.

I relaxed as I stood between the fence and the garbage bin, my eyes kept track of what was around me, but unfortunately, the damned hunter had a nasty habit of coming up behind me. I tensed the moment I felt his body heat collide with my chilly body and I was hyperaware of the fact that I could feel his ragged breath hit the shell of my ear. It was rather cliché to admit that I had sensitive skin, at least it was sensitive to touch. I forced myself to breath as Daryl and I both watched Glenn move down the street, though I was keenly aware of how close the redneck was to me in that moment.

"You know, I never pegged ya to be an actual doctor," Daryl muttered into my ear, almost as if he was dismissing the fact as we watched out for the Flesh-Dolls. I was tempted to snort, but thought better of it as I shook my head instead.

"It's your own fault for never asking," I shot back quietly and looked up at him for a moment with a shrug. "Anyway, it's not something I speak much about anyway. I was fine with just being a 'healer'. It's a lot less pressure on me since everyone want answers about what's going on." I sighed and shook my head. "Anyway, it doesn't matter what I was before now, all anyone needs to know is that I can help heal people and I can hunt to help provide food when needed." Though the words I spoke were meant to sound nonchalant, they came out in a slightly bitter tone.

"That don't mean the others still don't expect too much from you," Daryl pointed out and I tensed briefly.

I knew he had a point. Hell, I knew that the others had way too much expectations for me and my role. They thought I could help cure them of anything with some of the stuff I offered as relief. But I couldn't. I am human. I wasn't a genius, I wasn't a miracle worker, but that didn't matter to most of the campers. I knew that, Ben knew that and it seemed that even Daryl knew that fact as well.

"But it doesn't matter, does it?" I asked him softly. I wasn't about to fight him on that fact, it was obvious to anyone who paid attention that the group did nothing but depend on others who had knowledge that they didn't have and piggybacked on them. "I made the choice to reveal that I'm a healer to them. So long as no one tries to steal my supplies to use for their own purposes rather than what I need them for, then I won't have a problem with them coming to me for something," I informed him, but even then, we both knew there was little to almost no assurance that it would stay that way.

In matter of fact, I knew that it wouldn't. The moment the others realized that my supplies were full, they would wait until Ben and I were gone, and go through our supplies to take whatever they wanted. Some of the campers had no regard for anyone else except themselves. It was the sad truth of the world now, no one had any regard for anyone else, except their own.

I was glad that Daryl didn't respond to me, instead we fell into a comfortable silence as we walked back to our spot between the two garbage bins. We both squatted to the ground, facing one another as we leaned against the bins. Both of our bows ready to fire the moment we thought either we or Glenn were in trouble. It was quiet for the most part, until the sound of footsteps caught our attention. We shared a look and nodded our heads. The moment those footsteps got closer, Daryl sprang into action before I could warn him that it was just a kid who was there.

"Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?" the kid spoke up, his eyes wide with fear and surprise as I walked up behind Daryl. I had already lowered my bow when I realized that this kid wasn't going to be a threat to us, but if there was one thing I knew, it was the fact that Daryl was going to jump to conclusions.

"I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad, you seen him?" Daryl asked the kid without lowering his crossbow. The hunter kept approaching the kid, who looked back at me in fear.

"Ayudame!" the kid shouted and I cursed.

If he shouted any louder, he was going to draw the Flesh-Dolls over here! I slipped my arrow into my quiver and tried to at least calm Daryl down enough to get everyone from doing something stupid.

"Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Answer me," Daryl hushed the kid and I could tell that he was growing more impatient as time passed by.

"Ayudame!" the kid yelled out again and I grabbed Daryl's shoulder.

I gave it a tug, more out of irritation than anything as I tried to get his attention, but the redneck was being stubborn, as always.

"Daryl, enough. It's obvious that he doesn't know anything," I told him and tried to get a grip on his arm before he pulled the trigger. Daryl shrugged me off however and I couldn't help but growl as my own irritation began to rise. The kid's voice grew louder with each call and I finally had to tug on Daryl's arm to get him to look at me. "Damnit Daryl! Calm the fuck down! Can't you see the kid doesn't know anything about your brother?" I growled as I tried to get him to lower his bow.

"Back the fuck off, you flee infested, moose-fucking bitch! This doesn't concern you!" Daryl yelled at me furiously.

He shoved me away from him with strength I sometimes forgot he had. The force of the shove caused me to slam into the metal garbage bin and my head smacked painfully into the corner of it. My ear rang from the impact and force of my crash and I fell onto my ass from the sudden wave of dizziness that I felt. My vision blurred horribly and I think I swore out loud as I tried to stand up again, but failed, multiple times. I somewhat remember Daryl hitting with his bow, but the moment I tried to get up, so I could move towards him, my vision turned white and my sense of balance was lost. I didn't try to move again as I tried to focus on my surroundings, which proved to be a lot more difficult than I remembered given the fact that I had a migraine the size of Canada that pounded in my head. I somehow managed to stand up, but with my balance gone, I was only able to stay on my feet with the help of the dumpster next to me.

This was when things started to become blurry for me.

I remember two guys appear in the alley and pull Daryl away from their friend -at least that was what I assumed at the time- before they started to beat on him. I then somewhat remember Glenn arrive into the alley as well with the bag of guns and a hat in his hands. I think he noticed me after he got over the initial shock of some strangers beat on Daryl. I don't remember what he said to me though, for my ears were still ringing and the migraine I had, had erupted throughout my cranium.

I noticed a large bald guy start to charge at Glenn when he noticed the bag of guns in his hands and that Glenn had tried to take off when he was grabbed. With all my might, and willpower, I pushed myself away from the dumpster. I will admit that I was an uncoordinated mess at the time, but I wasn't about to let Glenn became a hostage just for some guns. I tried to throw myself at the bald guy, when the second man that appeared grabbed me roughly and through me onto the ground, then kicked me in the stomach for good measure. I hissed in pain, but luckily it was dulled due to my migraine as I watched with blurry eyes as he went to help his friend out.

I do remember hearing the bald man suddenly scream out in pain and I did notice that he had one of Daryl's arrows stuck deep in his ass. I took the moment of stunned silence to pick myself up and throw myself onto one of the men's back. I dug my nails into their flesh and tried to pull them off Glenn. Unfortunately for me, due to my weakened state, I was easily pulled off by the bald man, who then used me as a shield while the other guy used Glenn as one. I did try to struggle, but it was hard to when your entire body hurt like hell and you didn't exactly know what was going on or what you could do. I did know one thing though, these guys probably thought Daryl wouldn't shoot us just because we were on the same side. Honestly though, I had a feeling that Daryl would have no problem piercing us just to get his revenge on these idiots. And in my mind, they were idiots, but so was Daryl. He was the biggest idiot of them all.

Next to me, I could partially hear Glenn yelling for Daryl to save us. I think there was real desperation in his voice because in truth, Glenn and I were up shits creek. I think I must have turned my head to look at the hunter, for the last thing I somewhat remember, before passing out, was the sight of two smoldering green eyes that held a mixture of worry and furry in them. Whether it was directed at us or them I didn't know because before I knew it, my vision went back. Though I swear to whatever God or Goddess there is, that I heard Daryl shout my name.

But, I might have just imaged that.

Terms:

Moose-fucking (Moose-fucker)-Tom Green, a Canadian, mocked sexual contact with a moose on his television show. (AKA- it's an insult of the lowest sort)