Hey ya'll, here's the big chapter 10!

Disclaimer: I don't own Walking Dead, I only own my OC's.

When we stopped it was on the edge of town at a community center. We all got out of our cars, the moment I got out of the truck with Daryl I ran to Cal and threw my arms around him tightly. I was hugging him, when I felt someone latch onto my back and I laughed as I turned around and saw Hunter hugging my back.

"You're alright?" Cal asked as he put his hand on the side of my face.

"I'm good." I nodded casually and he chuckled lightly.

"Hey," I looked over at Rick as he walked over to me. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks." I sighed. "What- What happened in there?"

"Jenner, he uh… He gave up."

"Like you said." Daryl nodded to me as he walked over.

"Well, uh, I can honestly say I wish I hadn't been right about that." I nodded and Rick looked at the building.

"Jacqui's gone." He informed me softly. "She stayed behind- It was her choice." He explained. "And, Andrea almost stayed."

"What happened?"

"Dale convinced her not to." I nodded, sensing there was more to the story, but I'd hear it from Andrea later.

"There a back door to this place?" I asked and Rick looked at it.

"Probably." He admitted.

"Why don't you take Shane, T-Dog and Glenn and check the back, we'll go in through the front." Cal suggested and Rick thought for a moment before nodding.

"That could work."

"Have everyone else wait in the RV, tell 'em if we ain't out in ten minutes ta keep movin'." I spoke up.

"Alright." He agreed. He went over and talked to the rest of the group for a moment before he returned, with Glenn and T-Dog.

"I want to help." Hunter was whining and Cal shook his head.

"Absolutely not, go wait with your momma." He pointed to Heather who gestured to Hunter, he trudged over to his mother and she put her arms around his shoulders as she led him into the RV.

"He's gonna have to learn someday." I pointed out and Cal nodded.

"Not today." He replied. We went to the front door while Rick led Shane, T-Dog and Glenn to the back, we stepped through the door, heading to the right first and found ourselves in a basketball court, the bleachers had been pushed up, and cots were lining the court, it was obvious this had been a shelter, but judging by the way things looked, it hadn't housed people for a long time. A walker was shuffling around between the rows of beds, and within an instant Daryl had shot it through the head. It collapsed and we moved through the room, going to the locker rooms, there were no walkers in the men's or women's locker rooms, and no running water either, which was disappointing, but kind of expected.

We finished that half of the building, and then met up with the other group and then checked the upstairs. After ridding the upstairs of a few more walkers I went to the front and waved to everyone in the RV. The door opened and everyone grabbed their things and walked inside.

"How'd the kitchen look?" I asked T-Dog who didn't look impressed.

"No electricity, no running water, no gas. Nothing like the kitchen at the CDC." He sighed.

"Food?" I asked and he nodded.

"Some canned stuff. Found a ton of chef Boyardee." He shrugged and I couldn't help but grin.

"Can honestly say, I never thought I'd get to eat that again." I smiled and he shook his head with a smile.

"You would like that crap." He said looking a little grossed out. I snorted softly and then looked at the guys who were moving the walkers out of the building. "Think this'll work?" he asked.

"For a few days." I nodded.

No one really said much for the rest of the day, everyone was too shook up about what had happened at the CDC, what had happened to Jenner and Jacqui and what had almost happened top Andrea. I decided not to ask her about it, if she wanted to tell me, she'd tell me. I found a cot for myself that didn't look like it had been used much and dropped my suitcase next to it. I sat down on the cot and realized it wasn't much different than the ones at the CDC, it was comfortable, comfortable enough for me to lay down, and completely pass out. When I woke up it was to someone unlacing my shoes.

"Stop." I muttered only to hear Cal chuckle.

"Go back to sleep Elle." He whispered and I did just that, fell back asleep.

When I woke up again it was the next morning. I groaned as I sat up and looked around before stretching. "Morning Sleeping Beauty." Rick chuckled and I rubbed my eyes.

"Why'd ya'll let me sleep so long?" I asked.

"Girlie, we tried wakin' your ass up." Cal scoffed. "You were out cold."

"Obviously you didn't try that hard." I replied. "You've never had an issue waking me up before."

"Yeah well, you hadn't almost died before." He shrugged. "I figured you could use the sleep, seeing how you an' Daryl didn't get much."

"I will kill you and feed you to the walkers." I replied as I kicked his knee. He laughed and ruffled my hair. "I need to do something today Rick, what can I do?" I asked.

"I, uh, don't think there's much Liz-"

"Rick, let me do somethin'." I pleaded and he sighed.

"Well, T-Dog is going to siphon gas from some of the cars around the area, maybe you can help him?" he offered and I looked at T-Dog who nodded.

"T-Dog can handle it on his own." Daryl spoke up and I frowned, before looking to Rick who looked back at me. "He don't need ta drag Liz inta it."

"I think that's for T-Dog and Lizzie to decide." Rick decided after a moment, he looked at me as did T-Dog and Daryl.

"T-Dog could use the backup." I told Daryl who narrowed his eyes slightly.

"He's done fine on his own before."

"We weren't in Atlanta before." I pointed out.

"Ain't gonna be no one out there to watch your ass." He told me and I nodded.

"I know." I replied simply. "I'm goin'."

The day went by pretty slowly, T-Dog and I got gas to fill up the cars, Shane and Rick debated about what path to take next, Cal taught Hunter how to clean a rifle, some of the women found some clothes upstairs in some boxes of donations and went through them, finding clothes for the kids and everyone else, it was good for Rick because up to this point he had mostly just been wearing his old cop uniform.

I watched them as they poked through the donations, designating piles for everyone, with clothes they thought each person could use or want, before Carol came across a straw cowboy hat with a small laugh. "Look at this." She smiled. It was a light tan color with a leather string around it with beads of turquoise.

"Lizzie." Lori spoke up instantly and Carol looked up at me.

"Oh no, I don't need anything." I chuckled and Heather laughed lightly.

"Are you kidding, this is awesome." She laughed.

"Just try it on Lizzie." Sophia suggested from where she, Carl and Hunter were helping fold clothes. Every now and then Lori, Heather or Carol would send their child away with an article of clothing for the kid to try on. I stepped forward and took the hat from Carol who smiled as I took it and I brushed my loose hair behind my ear before I put it on.

"Oh, that looks great." Heather grinned.

"You sure?" I asked.

"The turquoise looks fantastic with your hair." Carol smiled.

"You look prettier than ever." Hunter grinned and I rolled my eyes at the last compliment.

"What are ya'll up ta?" Cal asked walking over to us.

"Cal, what do you think of Lizzie's new hat?" Heather asked and I looked at him.

"Looks good kid." He nodded. "Anyone seen Andrea in awhile?"

"She's in the locker room." Sophia spoke up. "She doesn't want to be bothered right now."

"Should someone go talk to her?" Lori asked and I sighed.

"I'll go."

"No offence, but, is that the best thing?" Heather asked and I frowned.

"She's upset about Amy. Amy and I were friends. I'll go." I went to the locker room and found Andrea sitting in an office next to the locker room. "Hey." I said and she looked up.

"They send you to talk to me?"

"You think I'd do something 'cuz any of them told me to?" I asked. "It's like ya don't know me at all." She smiled lightly and looked down and I stepped into the office. "They are worried about you though."

"They need to mind their own business." She said and I nodded.

"Yeah I know that." I agreed and she looked at me in surprise. "Oh come on, like I ain't gonna agree with that statement?" I asked. "You're preachin' to the fuckin' choir." I leaned on the desk next to the desk and she sniffled before wiping at her eyes. "Hey," I nudged her with my knee. "You need ta cry, you go ahead and cry."

"Who would have thought, Lizzie Mason telling me to go ahead and cry." She chuckled.

"Yeah, I'll give ya that one." I nodded. "And if you tell any uh them, I'll deny it to my grave."

"No matter how short that time may be." Andrea hollowly mumbled.

"That what this is about?" I asked.

"Did they tell you-"

"Yeah," I cut her off. "They told me. Told me Dale talked ya out of it."

"Dale forced me to leave, I didn't want his blood on my hands." She scowled. "He was going to sacrifice himself along with me."

"Why didn't ya let him?" I asked and she looked up at me in shock.

"What would you have done?" she asked.

"Honestly?" I asked and she nodded. "Honestly, I don't know. I nearly did it once." I told her and she looked at me curiously. "I was twelve, maybe thirteen."

"Thirteen?" she asked in horror and I nodded.

Thirteen year old me walked into the house after walking home from a long day at school. Sixth grade was shit; it was that awkward time between elementary school and high school, and that awkward time when kids are just, well, awkward. Bodies growing, hormones raging, it was horrible, no one knew who they were, who they wanted to be, just that they didn't want to be who they were then.

It didn't help that everyone in town already knew me as the little sister of the guy who had killed his girlfriend in a motorcycle accident, but now he was the guy who beat the ever-loving shit out of his mom's boyfriend, and tried to run him over with his car. Kids were always cruel, young kids were scared of me, older kids pitied me, and the kids in my own grade- they taunted me.

Olive Nelson in particular made it well known to everyone in the sixth grade class that Cal was in prison- again- and that I was no better than Cal.

"My mom says your brother is bad news. She's says it's only a matter of time before you go bad too." Olive haughtily sneered from where she sat next to me. I didn't answer, Janice had always told me never to answer Olive, and it seemed to work for her, today however she wasn't taking silence as an answer. Olive pursed her lips before looking forward and raising her hand. "Excuse me, Ms. Forrester," Olive called to the teacher who look up from what she was doing, everyone else looked over at Olive and I looked at her suspiciously. "I need to move seats."

"Whatever for?" Ms. Forrester asked.

"My mom doesn't want me sitting next to a future criminal." She glared at me pointedly.

"Excuse me?" Ms. Forrester asked.

"Lizzie's brother was arrested for beating up an old man and threatening to do the same to her mother. I don't feel comfortable sitting near her knowing it's only a matter of time before she snaps too." Olive looked at the teacher who looked really uncomfortable.

"That's not what happened." I snapped before I could stop myself and Olive looked back at me quickly.

"Then what did happen?" she asked, her eyes bore into mine, eager for the gossip. Everyone looked to me and I clenched my teeth and looked down, there was no way I was opening up to Olive- or to any of them.. "See?" Olive pressed. "It's not safe being in the same class as a Mason. They're all bad."

"Olive, if it'll make you shut up, go ahead and move." Ms. Forrester sighed and Olive stood up triumphantly. She moved to a different desk and I looked down at my own, my eyes filling with bitter tears I refused to cry.

It went on like that for weeks, snide comments, coming not only from Olive, who had managed to spread the news like wildfire, pretty soon people were asking me if it was true Cal was put on death row for blowing up a old folks home in Florida. Janis stood by mw as she always did, but even Janis was no match for Olive and her little friends who cornered me one day during lunch while Janis had left school grounds for a doctor's appointment during lunch.

"It's pathetic really," Olive said as she and her friends walked by me as I sat alone at a lunch table. "Even that weird girl deserted her."

"Seriously pathetic." Tawny, Olive's best friend agreed with her. She wasn't her best brined so much as the girl who agreed with everything Olive said.

"No one asked you." I said and they looked over at me.

"Excuse me?" Tawny asked.

"I said," I looked up. "No one asked you."

"Listen-"

"No, I'm tired of listenin' to you." I said simply as I stood up. "All I hear is you two talkin' so much shit, it's a fuckin' miracle it ain't comin' out your ears." They both stood there with identical looks of horror. "Next time any'a' ya'll decide you wanna start spreadin' rumors, maybe I'll spread one right back."

"You've got nothing on us." Olive said darkly.

"Maybe, maybe not." I shrugged. "Maybe I know that last month you let Dex Raine grope your tits in the girls locker room," I nodded to Tawny who turned pale. "And maybe I know that the reason he never called you again is because Olive there let him do the same thing, topless." Tawny looked at Olive who was staring at me with pure hatred. "Next time think before sayin' someone's got nothin' on ya." I turned around, something Cal would later teach me never to do, because the moment I did, Olive moved forward and shoved me onto the ground. I banged my elbow pretty hard on the lunch bench on the way down, bringing tears to my eyes.

It was that moment I decided I didn't care anymore. Everyone at school already hated me, they already though the worst of me, they always had and they would never give me an opportunity to redeem myself in their eyes, so from that moment on, I'd give them someone to hate.

I stood up and grabbed Olive by the wrist, and yanked her forward, before shoving her back again; the movement knocked Olive to the ground, giving me a chance to jump on top of her. Kids were watching the fight in shock and amusement, most of them had crowded around the two girls who were rolling around on the ground, clawing, and ripping at each other's hair and faces before two teachers- Mr. Montgomery, the gym teacher, and Mr. Feldman, the History teacher- ran over and pulled us apart.

"She attacked me!" Olive sobbed, alligator tears rolling down her face.

"Fuck you!" I shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, everyone gasped, no student had used that language in front of a teacher before, and Mr. Montgomery- the stronger of the two teachers- almost lost his grip on me he was so surprised. "You're a fuckin' liar Olive."

"At least I'm not unloved, White trash!" Olive shouted back as the teachers wrestled us two girls to the office.

"God damn girl, calm down!" Mr. Montgomery was saying as he tried to hold onto me while I was desperately trying to kick Olive again. Tawny was running behind the teachers telling them that I was the one who had attacked Olive for no reason.

By the time we were seen by the principal who listened to both sides of the stories, then listened to Tawny who told Olive's side of the story, she decided to send both us home for the day, and I, who had apparently started the entire thing, would stay home Friday and the entire weekend, then return to school and make a public apology to the entire school for using unsavory language and disrupting their lunch hour.

About twenty minutes later Olive's mother Patrice- a very unforgiving woman who held the belief that the whole world revolved around her family, especially when it came to people she believed to be lower than her or her family- came to pick Olive up. "I don't understand why my daughter is being sent home when it was obviously that trashy girl's fault." Patrice was saying as she and Olive walked out of the principal's office. She paused seeing me sitting there and then sneered before grabbing her daughter's shoulder and leading her away.

I sat there for the rest of the day, my mom never came to pick me up, she was still pissed off at me, and when I finally was allowed to leave I had a good three mile walk home. As I walked I had a lot of time to think about that apology I'd have to give, there was no way I'd step in front of everyone and tell them I was sorry- I wasn't. To make them understand I'd have to tell them everything that had happened and there was no way in hell I was getting into all that. When I got home I went straight to the kitchen and washed a mug in the huge pile of dirty dishes, then filled it with clean cool water. After drinking two mugs of water I wandered around the house a little more, before sitting on the couch where I had been sleeping for the past few weeks.

I got up again and went to my bedroom, the room I hadn't entered in almost a month and I slowly pushed open the door. The room was just as I'd left it, the bed was a mess; there was some blood on the pale yellow sheets, things were tipped over, the sliding closet door with the mirror on it was knocked off its track and shattered, glass was all over the place. I looked around the room and then slowly backed out, there was no way I could explain this to anyone at school. There was no way any of them could understand why Cal had ripped Eric up, why he had punched and kicked at him, throwing him into my dresser, and then lifting him up by his hair, kicking him in the chest, and then throwing him into the sliding closet door. They wouldn't be able to relate to the feeling I felt when I looked at the mirror as it shattered, wrapped up in Cal's flannel shirt.

I went to the kitchen and picked up the phone and dialed my mom's work number.

"Is Kathleen there?" I asked the manager. "It's her daughter."

"I told you not to call me here." Mom said when she answered the phone.

"I got into a fight today." I told her.

"I know that fuckin' principal called. No good, just like your brother. You know the police won't release Eric?"

"Good." I scowled. "They won't release Cal either."

"Next time they need ta call home, have 'em call that little rich girl's momma, maybe she'll give a shit." She replied after a moment before hanging up. I threw the phone, it landed in the sink, knocking over some of the dishes in the pile, and then I went to the bathroom. No one gave a shit that was obvious. I threw open the medicine cabinet, cracking the corner of it against the wall, before I looked at the rows of different pill bottles. I didn't know much about them, just that none of them had her name on the bottle. I finally picked two bottles, and took them with me to the living room and then went to the kitchen and filled my mug with water. I brought it to the living room and wrapped myself in my blanket before I opened the first bottle and poured out the pills on the table. They were little round green pills with the number 80 on one side and OC on the other. I took two of them, and took a drink of water, before repeating the process. I was halfway done with that bottle when someone knocked on the door. I looked up- Startled, before I set down my mug of water, and walked over to the door.

"Is it true you're suspended until Monday?" Janis asked as she stepped inside.

"Uh, yeah…" I nodded, feeling extremely uncomfortable. No one was supposed to find me until momma came home, and then she'd be so wracked with guild she'd quit doing drugs, she'd quit meeting these looser guys and bringing them home, she'd be nicer to Cal when he got out and maybe clean for once in this god for saken house, but no, Janis was here talking to me, stepping over the piles of dirty laundry and unwashed plates as if she didn't see them, as if she didn't see any of it until she spotted the pills.

"What are these?" she asked and I looked over at her.

"What?" I asked.

"These pill, what are they?"

"I dunno, something of momma's I guess." I shrugged.

"Why are they out?"

"The fuck should I know?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"Lizzie, look at me." She said as I looked at the ground.

"What for?" I asked and she stomped her foot, knocking over a glass of old milk.

"Look at me!" she demanded and I looked up trying to hide the guilt in my eyes, but she still saw it. "Oh god, how many?" she asked.

"I dunno, seven, maybe eight." I shrugged.

"Why!?" she demanded.

"They were gonna make me talk Janis, I can't talk to them, I can't apologize for somethin' I didn't do, fuck that!" I shouted.

"So don't apologize! Act like the bad ass who doesn't give a fuck I know, don't do this, this is letting them win!" she shouted back, before he mom walked into the living room.

"Don't-"

"Mom, Lizzie took a bunch of pills!" Janis quickly told her mother as I stepped forward trying to grab her arm to silence her.

"Lizzie, get in the car."

"No."

"Lizzie, it wasn't a question, get in the god damn car, now." She said in that mom voice that freaked the hell out of me. I followed Janis to the car and a moment later her mom joined us before high tailing it to the Emergency Room, where they proceeded to pump my stomach and then keep me on a three day observation.

Janis' mom didn't leave the entire time, my mom never came to see me once.

"Janis stopped me, and for awhile I hated her for it. Lookin' back on it, I'm glad she stopped me."

"Why did you do it?"

"Same reason you did. I felt alone, I thought there was no one else in the world who was there for me."

"What about Cal?" she asked.

"Cal was doin' time." I explained.

"How many times has he-"

"Twice." I cut her off. "An' don't go askin' what for, if he wants ta tell ya what for, he'll tell you." She nodded quickly.

"Does he know?"

"Yeah he knows. Janis called him." I shook my head. "Now I ain't tryin' ta spin this on me, I'm just sayin, I know what made ya do it."

"I just, I miss her so much." She explained as the tears started to roll down her face again.

"I do too." I admitted.

"I was supposed to keep her safe, she was my sister, and I let her down."

"Nah, Andrea, that ain't possible." I shook my head. "When you weren't 'round, she told me all about you. How ya went to Florida and became a lawyer, how she used ta brag to her friends about you," I smiled gently. "I always wanted a sister, a little one to look up to me like that, so I could teach her everythin', 'stead I looked up ta Cal." I scoffed softly. "She was proud of you Andi," I used the nickname Amy had told me about. "I uh, I know it don't mean much, but I am too." I nodded. "And uh, be it Dale, or change of heart, whatever the reason, I'm glad you didn't stay in that room." I nodded. She stood up and stood there awkwardly for a moment before I sighed and held my arms out. Andrea pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged her back as she cried into my shoulder for a minute. "And I swear to god if you tell anyone I said any uh that, I will kill you." I told her quickly, making her laugh and then let go of me.

"Deal." She nodded, then looked up at my head. "Nice hat." She smiled.

"Huh?" I looked up and caught sight of the brim of the hat. "Oh, thanks. Carol found it in a bunch of shit that was donated. Pulled some stuff aside for you." I shrugged and she nodded.

"Thanks, I think I'll just… I'll just be another minute." I nodded and started to leave when she called after me. "Thank you." I paused and turned around. "For telling me, you didn't have to."

"It ain't a secret."

"Right, well, I'll be along in a bit." She nodded and I left her there. "She'll be fine." I told everyone who looked over at me eagerly. "She'll be along in a bit."

That evening we were all eating when Rick announced he decided we would go to Fort Benning the next day. He said we had spent enough time in Atlanta, and because of the food in the kitchen we were good on some supplies, though we were rationing out water still.

I woke up to Glenn gently shaking my shoulder and sat up looking around. "S'it my turn?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah." He replied and I nodded before getting out of my cot. I sat up and stretched, then sleepily shoved my feet into my boots and grabbed my sweatshirt, my rifle and my pack of cigarettes before going to the roof.

I looked out over the edge at the empty street and then pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I had been up there for awhile before I opened the pack and put one of them between my lips and pulled the lighter out of the pack and lit up my cigarette. The sharp taste of the smoke filled my mouth and left the taste of tobacco and nicotine on my lips. I turned around and nearly jumped seeing Daryl walking over to me.

"Hey." I said softly and he nodded.

"How's it out there?" he asked.

"Quiet." I replied and he nodded. "You should be sleepin'." I mentioned and he shrugged as he stepped closer and I held out the pack. He took a cigarette and lit it off of mine, our faces were close as he did that and I looked up into his striking blue eyes. He was thinking hard about something, what, I wasn't sure. "What's up?" I asked.

"Nothin'." He replied.

"Somethin's buggin' you, what's up?"

"Way you went out with T-Dog." He looked down at me, his blue eyes bore into mine. "You shouldn'ta gone out there without backup."

"Daryl, I was the backup." I pointed out.

"I jus'," he looked agitated, like he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "Every time you leave, you come back banged up."

"I didn't this time." I pointed out.

"No, but ya didn't go too far this time."

"What about when we went to look for Merle? I didn't get banged up then."

"That Mexican threw you 'gainst a wall!"

"But I was fine." I shrugged.

"Well what if next time you ain't?" he asked.

"Daryl, I ain't gonna just sit back and let everyone else do the work just 'cuz there's a chance I could get hurt." I shook my head. "I'm a part of this group."

"I ain't sayin you shouldn't do things, jus', stick closer to where I can see ya's all." He shrugged.

"I ain't a kid, I don't need ta be watched every minute." I scowled.

"I ain't sayin' that-"

"Then what are ya sayin'?" I asked.

"I'm sayin' you shouldn't be so reckless!" he snapped and I scoffed.

"You think I've been reckless?" I asked.

"Goin' off with the Chinaman jus' so you could leave a message jus' for yer brother, that was reckless." He nodded.

"That ain't why I went!" I insisted. "And besides, it was a damn good thing I did go because if I hadn't, Glenn woulda been up 'gaist all three of those sonsabitches alone!"

"Least you wouldn'ta been knocked around."

"Daryl, you hardly know me, I can handle my own. Shit, if it's be bein' knocked around that worries you, I've been knocked around my whole damn life!"

"I jus' think you should stick ta camp-"

"And do what? Wash clothes with Lori and Carol all day? No thanks." I shook my head. "I ain't that type, and you know it."

"Shit woman." He growled. "Dunno what I fuckin' came up here fer anyway."

"You came up here to try to turn me inta a fuckin' camp wife-"

"You kiddin?" he asked. "You ain't wife material, yer too damn reckless."

"So that's it then?" I asked and he stared down at me for a moment before nodding.

"Guess so." He said quickly.

"Well alright then." I snapped before the door opened to the roof. Rick stood there looking a little confused and I stepped away from Daryl.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't it be?" I asked and he nodded as Daryl walked past him, flicking his cigarette as he walked into the building.

"Well uh, your shift is over." Rick told me and I nodded as I crushed my cigarette under my boot heel.

"Sure you don't need me any longer?"

"Go get some sleep. We've got a long day ahead of us." He told me and I nodded before walking into the building. "And Lizzie?" I turned to look at him. "If you need to talk-"

"Nothin' ta talk 'bout." I brushed past him.

When morning came around Cal helped Daryl move his bike off the back of his truck, I noticed him look over at me as I walked over to Dale with my suitcase and set it down before clearing my throat. "Dale, 's'it okay if I ride with you for a bit?" I asked.

"Oh of course Lizzie, I thought that you'd be with-" he looked at Daryl who quickly looked away from him and cleared his throat. "Well, never mind. There's plenty of room for you." He nodded.

"Thanks." I said before I brought my suitcase into the RV. Andrea showed me where to put it, and then I went back for my backpack in the back of the truck.

"I hear that right? You ridin' with the old man?" Cal asked as I pulled my backpack out of the truck bed.

"Yup."

"Shit girl, I thought you'd be all over ridin' on the back of a chopper." He shrugged. "'Specially after- Christ, what was his name?" he asked.

"Enos." I looked up and he nodded.

"That's right!" he laughed. "Enos. Enos Grandville. Damn girl you were hot for him, and his motorcycle."

"Yeah, well," I shrugged. "Tryin' not ta be so reckless these days."

"The fuck says yer reckless?" he asked and then looked over at Daryl who was listening to our conversation.

"I'm goin' with Dale. I'll see ya." I said to Cal who nodded and then ruffled my hair.

"Stay safe kid."

"You too old man." I told him before going to the RV and getting in. I sat down on the couch and looked out the window as Daryl started the motorcycle up and drove ahead, thus starting our caravan, and leading us out of Atlanta for what would probably be the last time.

Hey ya'll, I hope you like the chapter! Don't worry, things won't stay sour between Lizzie and Daryl for long. I think they're more alike then either cares to admit, which is what makes them both so stubborn, and unwilling to admit they're wrong.

Anyways, please don't forget to review!