"Where the hell is she!" Daryl's voice echoed down the highway.

Rick walked towards him. "She's fine Daryl, but we have to deal with her when we are in a safer area than this."

"What do you mean 'deal with her'? She ain't a dog!" he exclaimed taking up a threatening stance. "Now you tell me where she in sheriff before I send this arrow straight through your skull." He spat pointing his crossbow into Rick's face.

Lori stepped up holding out her hands. The shouting was just going to attract that herd. "Daryl you need to calm down."

"Just tell me where she is." He faltered.

Rick nodded. "She's lying down in the back seat." He pointed to the red truck.

His crossbow clattered to the road as he took a step back away from the truck. "No!" He rammed his foot into the side of the vehicle. "No, no, no!" he was running his hands through his hair pulling at the strands. Seeing her hurt was heartbreaking.

Hershel stepped forward. "She's alright Daryl, but I haven't had the chance to tend to her wounds just yet."

"Why! Why did you let this happen! When did this happen!" Daryl went to punch the car as well but stopped short. His fingers trailing the blood stained cracked window where she had slammed herself into. Daryl choked before sobbing. "Oh Rose," he cried brushing away the sticky hair from her forehead. "Why did you do this?"

"Before we lost her," Rick spoke up. "She said I love you."

Daryl stepped away from the car picking up his crossbow. He sniffed walking towards Hershel sticking his finger into the old man's chest. "You better fix her and if her face has one little scar or damage you better hope the walkers get you before I do."

Everything was black. My limbs were heavy. My throat was blocked, and even though I could feel cold water on my face I was abnormally hot. I could see one single light ahead of me desperately pulling me towards it trying to get me to walk into it, but another force was pulling me into darkness and pain and agony. Why couldn't this other being let me walk towards the light? Why does it want me in pain? Why was it shaking me? Stop. Stop! Someone shouted but it wasn't me. It couldn't be. My throat was closed. Nothing was around me. My stomach churned as I had a sensation of being sucked through a tube. I was spinning and spinning and falling and falling. My head was throbbing and my face was sticky.

"Rose."

My name. That was my name. My name is Rose. I felt the fluttering of my eyelashes on my cheeks as I tried to unglue my eyes from each other. Bright light flooded into my sight and I found myself opening and closing my eyes adjusting to the shining sun beaming down at me. An angel appeared in front of me. He appeared in front of me. I slowly brought my hand up to his cheek laying it there feeling the prickling sensation on his forming facial hair. "Heaven." I smiled knowing this was my heaven now that he was here with me.

"Rose. You aren't dead." He told me grabbing my hand off his face and squeezing it.

Then it all began to flood in. The farm. The herd. The fire. "Daryl!" I exclaimed wrapping my hands around his neck. "I-I thought you were dead!"

He molded into me putting most of the weight on him. "Do you remember what happened? How you hurt your head?" At his words my head began to sting and I tried to reach up to touch it but he grabbed my hand. "Hershel used one of my shirts to keep it bandaged it's pretty banged up."

"I remember going in the barn because I couldn't stand knowing I never said it back. I had to get some air and think." I shivered. "Rick came in all frantic and that's when I heard the horde. Rick helped me, tried to get me out of there safe. I went to find you, but I couldn't hear your motorcycle and Rick wouldn't let me go look for you." My body began to tremble in his arms. "I-I was devastated knowing I never told you it back and you had died. I thought you had died without knowing how I feel."

Daryl tightened his grip on me. "Why did you hurt yourself sweetheart?"

"I don't know." I shook. "Something came over me and I was slamming my head on the window until I was senseless. I just wanted to be at peace."

"When I came back to the farmhouse and they told me you were nowhere to be seen I nearly lost it." He whispered to me trying to soothe my panic state. "I wanted you to be with me at the time of crisis. I couldn't handle if I had lost you." He kissed the side of my head.

I pulled away so I could look at his face. "I love you." I told him. "I wish I would have said it sooner, but it still means the same."

"I love you too." He smiled leaning towards me to kiss my lips lightly. "Just please don't off yourself because you think I might be dead. You have to be strong; you don't need me to keep you safe and sane."

I leaned backwards tucking my arms underneath each other. "I can't promise you that. You die, I die because we'll both go down with a fight."

Daryl frowned. "Everybody's kind of off at the moment." He said softly reaching over to fiddled with my fingers.

"How long was I out?" I asked trying to straighten up but it was failing my body was to asleep to move much. Daryl climbed behind me grabbing me from under the armpits to lean me against his chest in a sitting position.

"About a day." He said tucking the hair behind my ear. "Shane is dead." He said bluntly. I half-expected to be satisfied but I was not; instead I felt a twinge of sadness and guilt for my rude friend. "Rick killed him." I stared at Daryl waiting for him to tell me he was lying but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. Rick killed Shane? They were best friends why would Rick kill him? "Said it was because Shane tried to kill him. Everyone's just scared to be out on their own so they're staying with Rick, but he's scaring them and the whole thing about us being infected."

"Us being infected?" I questioned my voice quivering.

Daryl sighed. "We all carry the virus. When we die no matter how we come back as one of them. The only thing that stops it is a shot to the head."

I stared off into the darkness trying to grasp all this new information. The panic attack was rising in my stomach along with the vomit. "We have to stay with Rick. He's just a little off his feet at the moment. He's only doing what's best for everyone. We have to stay with him."

"You don't think I know that." His chest vibrated from behind me as he laughed.