Hay guys! I bet you thought I'd forgotten about this story didn't ya? ;D Well as a special treat for the premire tomorrow night, I completely left alone my other stories and focused only on submitting this chapter :D Hope you guys enjoy it...

The next day, I took over Carol's job of cleaning up the breakfast dishes since she wanted to go with the other women and learn to shoot properly. It took some convincing, but I was able to persuade Rick that I was quite capable of handling my own with a gun. He allowed me to carry and stay back to guard our precious safe heaven. I only hoped they wouldn't attract walkers with all of the shooting they'd be doing.

I had just brought out a basket of laundry from the house. Hershel had consented that we use his washer and dryer if we kept everything in tact and that we keep up with our things.

As I sat at the picnic table folding Jamie's clothes, and mine I caught Glenn's eye. He waved back nervously, and entered Lori and Rick's tent. Wonder what was eating at him? I went back to the laundry and eventually found some of Daryl's clothing that I had taken the liberty of washing. Since he had been going out all the time hunting or looking for Sophia, and now he was bedridden for a few days, I figured he could use some help getting his clothes clean. I knew better than to ask, so I just found the 'dirty' pile and had thrown them in with my laundry.

After about twenty minutes, I had finished folding the clothes and had taken Daryl his. Hershel must've put him on some strong pain meds. Daryl actually thanked me for washing his clothes, without making some sort of smart-ass remark. Yeah, it definitely had to be whatever meds he was on. I tried cooling my flushed cheeks so that no one would ask why I was blushing. Whenever I was around Daryl I tended to get nervous and blush. I could never forget how I had hit on him when I was drunk at the CDC and how he'd so gentlemanly not taken advantage of me. I wasn't going to lie; I liked him, maybe more than I'd care to admit. But I always wondered what would have happened if we had slept together…

I was pulled from my thoughts by rustling coming from our leaders' tent. Lori shot out of there like a bat outta hell and was running towards the fields. She obviously was not okay. I noticed that Rick and most of our crew were still out at target practice and Hershel's group was inside fixing dinner. Without thinking I ran after the distressed dark haired woman towards the field.

When I finally caught up with Lori she was double over at the fence that separated Hershel's land from the cow fields. I held her hair back as she spit up tiny globs. It was hard to make out what color they were, but they obviously were pills. When she finished heaving, she searched the ground frantically and counted how many pills there were, and then glanced at a pill package she held in her hands.

Plan B: Emergency Contraceptive

Now I had never been to med school, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. Lori thought, or was certain, she was pregnant and she had taken those pills to abort the baby. But now it seemed as if she had changed her mind.

"Does Rick even know?" I asked blatantly. She shook her head.

"Lori, you can't just do something like that without telling him. It's as much his baby as it is yours."

"You've never had kids. You don't know what it's like. Being responsible for another life that's completely dependant on you." She said staring out at the field.

I sighed and shook my head. I then moved my shirt off my collarbone and showed her some of the scars my stepmother had given me growing up. The one she focused on was the angry cigarette burn on my arm.

"My mom died a year after Jamie was born. Dad did his best to raise us but he was constantly gone on business trips to make enough money to keep our house. He married this lawyer, Sharon. I hated her. She did that to me because I caught her trying to smother Jamie for crying in the middle of the night and had threatened to tell dad."

"Why didn't you tell him?" She asked, stunned that I had lived with such a vile person.

"He was never home, and he honestly believed everything Sharon said. Losing mom really messed him up. Even when I showed him some of the marks she left, he believed the half baked lie that bitch told him."

"I'm so sorry." She nearly whispered.

"You said I didn't know about kids, and being responsible for another life, you're wrong. I sent my child to the grave before it was even born and Jamie has looked to me ever since she was a child. She doesn't even remember mom."

I caught the surprised look in Lori's eyes. "Yeah, I was sixteen and pregnant by the only person I thought I would love. I told him and he left me there. I didn't want dad or my step mom to know so I nearly OD'd on those pills."

I looked back, and saw Rick running towards us. I looked at Lori with sympathy. She had a hard choice ahead of her.

"It's not my decision, but I think everyone deserves a chance at life." I told her before making my way back to my tent. Hell was going to break loose and I was making damn sure I wasn't there to witness it.

The rest of the evening was pretty quiet. I finished my dinner silently, and noticed how Shane kept looking from me to Jamie and Carl. He still was hell bent on keeping Jamie away from Carl for his own "safety". I scoffed and ignored the looks he kept giving my little sister and me.

I heard a lot of raised and panicked voices the next morning. I slipped on a tank top and shorts along with my shoes before walking to Andrea's side around the fire pit. We had patched things up the evening before and were back on speaking terms.

"What's going on?" I nearly whispered.

"Glenn says there's a shitload of walkers in the barn. Hershel thinks they're sick people and that the CDC's gonna come up with some sort of magic cure for them."

I shook my head in disbelief. Those things definitely weren't alive or sick. They were cold, dead, cannibalistic some-bitches that had taken most of humanity with them.

"What's the plan now? Pack up and leave?" I asked skeptically. I didn't want to leave this place. It was so nice not to have to be on the run all the time.

"Rick's gonna talk to Hershel and see if they can come up with some sort of compromise. Don't think it'll work though."

I nodded in agreement with the blonde. Compromising with the head of the Greene family was going to be near impossible.