I was sitting in front of the fire with my legs curled up to my chin when it happened. I was trying to keep my mind from wondering to all the bad reasons why Daryl and the group hadn't come back from their trip. I could tell everyone else was just as worried.

That's when Amy screamed. It was a scream of pain and terror. Everyone looked towards the RV startled. We watched in horror, helpless as a Walker bit Amy.

Everything happened all at once. More Walkers came and people got there weapons to defend themselves. It was mass chaos. Everyone was screaming and trying to hold on to loved ones. I grabbed my Desert Eagle from the waist band of my shorts and shot at what I could. There was no point in being quiet now. The walkers had found us. It was stupid for us to think that we could have a normal night. Stupid for us to leave camp unprotected. I watched in horror as some of the campers were bitten.

Suddenly from the trees arrived the small group. I didn't have time to worry about Daryl as I had three walkers descend upon me. I panicked. There was no way I was going to be able to get myself out of this one.

I shot one of the Walkers, bringing it down just at my feet. Another lunged at me, just missing my arm, but shoving me down to the ground onto my butt. Suddenly Daryl was at my side, taking out both the remaining Walkers simultaneously by shooting one in the head and driving a knife through the others.

I couldn't think for a moment. That was so close.

"Get up!" Daryl yelled at me as he yanked me up from my sitting position and pulled me along with him.

Suddenly it was all over as quick as it had begun. We all stood in shock, unable to find the words for what had happened. The dead Walkers outnumbered the people left alive. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as my eyes searched for our losses.

We had lost a few people. Suddenly I couldn't stand any longer. I slumped to the ground with a thud.

I could hear someone; multiple someone's trying to speak to me. I could hear what they were saying. I tried to respond, but each time I tried nothing would come out.

"Has she been bitten?" I heard a woman's panicky voice ask.

"No I think she is just in shock." Someone answered.

I knew I hadn't been bitten, though I would have if Daryl hadn't saved me once again. Suddenly I wondered how in the hell I had survived as long as I had before he had found me. It seemed like I was always in need of saving.

I stared blankly in the distance. Maybe I should have never joined this group I thought sadly to myself. I did better on my own. I wasn't a hindrance to a group of people who had enough to worry about without me.

After a few moments people stopped fussing over me and went on to do what needed to be done. They quietly hid themselves from the night. Bodies couldn't be moved yet, it was too dark. People had to protect themselves from further threats until morning.

I felt myself being lifted up and carried away. A few moments later I was locked safely inside the back of the HHR. I was still in Daryl's arms as I started to cry myself to sleep.

The sun was shining brightly through the car windows as I woke up alone the next morning. At first I almost forgot what had happened the night before until I looked down and saw the blood stains on my shirt. I ripped it off quickly and threw it across the car.

I was going to put on a clean shirt, but thought about the bloody work that was ahead for the day. I sighed and reluctantly retrieved the shirt and put in back on. I crawled out of the back of the car to see what there was that I could do to help.

I walked up to a horrible sight. The dead were being disposed of by the men of the group. Walkers went in the pile to be burned, and our own went in a line to be buried. It was a gruesome sight and it was hard for me not to throw up at the sight.

Suddenly Jacqui yelled. "Jims been bitten!"

Everyone immediately stopped doing what they were doing.

"Show us Daryl." Said going up to him.

Jim backed up trying to get away from the mob that suddenly crowded around him.

T-Dog grabbed him from behind pinning his arms behind him as Daryl lifted his shirt to reveal a bite mark on Jim's stomach.

Everyone backed away as T-Dog let him go.

Poor Jim just repeated "I'm ok, I'm ok." Over and over as he backed away.

I didn't know what to think. I had never been around someone who was bitten and lived from it. It was horrifying. What did we do?

"I say we take care of it right now!" Daryl ran at Jim with the pick axe that he held in his hands.

I was mortified.

Just as suddenly Rick was beside him with his gun pressed to his head. "We don't kill the living."

I gasped.

Daryl reluctantly backed away. "That's funny comin from the man that just had a gun pressed to my head."

I watched in horror unable to speak. The group was falling apart.

Nobody noticed my presence, thankfully because I didn't want to be noticed at that moment.

Eventually they decided to put Jim in the RV until something was decided. There was very heated discussion about what was the right thing to do with him.

I watched silently for a few more minutes before making my way unnoticed down to the quarry. I wanted to be alone, and there didn't look like there was anything that I could do back at camp.

I was sitting with my feet in the water when I heard a gunshot. It startled me for a moment. I didn't bother to go see what it was. I wasn't sure if I didn't want to know or it I knew that I would just find out later anyway.

"What you doin down here by yerself?" Daryl asked sitting down next to me.

I turned and looked at him. I didn't really have anything to say. I didn't want to think about how he had acted back at camp.

"Ya not talkin to me?" he asked raising a brow.

I sighed. "Seeing you act like that just caught me off guard."

I knew he was mad. It hadn't escaped my attention that Merle had not returned with the group. I wasn't going to bring it up though. I would talk about it when he was ready.

Daryl seemed to choose his word before responding to me.

"He is infected. He's a risk." He answered.

"But at the moment he is still just Jim." I told him.

"I know." Daryl laid his hand on my bare leg. Despite everything going on his touch still sent electric shocks through me. "But when don't have any idea when he will turn."

I knew he was speaking the truth, though I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.

"If he turned with you near him and I wasn't there…" He looked out onto the water.

I didn't know what to say. I looked up into his eyes. They were sad and tired. He was dealing with so much. Suddenly I reached up and threw my arms around his neck hugging him tight. "I'm so glad you made it back safe."

He hugged me back without responding. We stayed like that for a while before we made our way wordlessly back to camp.

It was time for the funeral for our people, and a whole new set of tears to start falling.

A/N: Sorry about this chapter guys. I didn't really like it much, but it needed done. Please don't lose faith in me! Keep reading and review! I would love to have your feedback! Love you my dear readers!