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**WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT (in later chapters) & LANGUAGE! You Are Warned**

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The rain came down over the Georgia countryside bringing with it more humidity and much needed water. Bins and a few barrels had been set out to collect what they could to use to help water the garden they had been planning on starting. A garden, a way to finally have fresh vegetables added back into their diets.

Sitting up in the guard tower watching as the rain fell and the few walkers that milled about outside the fences, Kim nursed the slight hangover she had as Maggie sat to the side snickering at her. Having only woke up an hour before hand, Kim had trudged her way outside and to the tower for watch duty, leaving most of the others inside to sleep off their hangovers from the night before. Pulling three ibuprofen from her pocket, Kim put them in her mouth and then took a long drink of water.

Normally she never got a hangover, but this time, was different. Chalking it up to the excess amounts of beer and Wild Turkey she'd drunk the night before, she groaned some as she slowly stood to stretch her back. Hearing Maggie's small laugh, Kim then scratch her head and went over to the window to look out, "What's so funny, Maggie?"

Smiling and reached for her canteen, Maggie opened it and raised her brow, "You. Thought you said you could handle your alcohol."

Grumbling some under her breath, Kim then turned back and leaned back against the window, "Fuck...thought I could too. Damn Daryl...I blame him ya know. Him and Glenn actually. Although, I'm sure both of them are gonna be hurtin' more then me when they wake up."

Covering her mouth as she yawned, Maggie the closed her canteen back and chuckled, "I heard stories about the last time those two drank. Took Glenn awhile to get over his. Just not sure on Daryl." Standing up and opening the door to let some air in, Maggie leaned on the door frame and looked over at Kim, "Speakin' of Daryl, you two seemed to be gettin' along good last night."

Closing her eyes and trying to relax some, Kim shook her head slightly, "We usually always get along...'cept when we piss each other off."

Smiling some, Maggie looked out the door towards the gate and then back at her, "I think it surprised us all though last night to see you two dancin'. Hell, just to see him dancin' really."

A small smile formed as Kim remembered the couple dances they had shared and then sighed, "Surprised me too. I think we all let our hair down though last night. I about shit myself when Rick asked me to dance. Didn't see that one comin' at all."

Licking her lips, Maggie looked down at her boots and asked, "Yeah, but did you see how Daryl reacted when he did?"

Opening her eyes and looking over at her, Kim then pulled out a cigarette, "I really wasn't paying attention. Think I was still in shock about Rick."

"Daryl looked pissed that Rick was dancin' with ya. And...if you noticed, he kept close to you pretty much the rest of the night." Catching Kim's look, Maggie shrugged, "Just an observation."

Having noticed, Kim didn't really want to say anything about it and remained quiet. Turning around and looking back out the windows, she lowered her eyes, remembering the night well. Maggie was right, Daryl had stayed close to her after that first dance. Several minutes passed, the only sound was the rain hitting as it fell. When she finally spoke again, she sighed, "I think he was just tryin to make sure we all had fun last night."

Biting her lip, Maggie glanced at her and then back out, "I think he likes ya."

Kim's eyes shot over to Maggie and she felt her heart skip a beat. Kim had been starting to have some feelings about the foul mouth redneck, but she always tried to push them aside. Taking in a breath, she cleared her throat and asked, "W-What makes you think that?"

"The way he look's at ya. Daryl doesn't look at us the way he look's at ya. Plus, the way he hovers when you're around." Moving from the door, she shrugged, "Plus, you didn't see how scared he was that day with the snakes. I could see it in his eyes, he was scared for ya. He'd never admit it though...that's not his way."

Nodding slightly, Kim released a breath, smoke lingering in the air around her. There is no way he could be interested in me, she thought to herself. Taking another drag off the Marlboro, she then sighed, "I seriously doubt Daryl Dixon is interested in me, Maggie."

Smirking, Maggie turned back to look back out the door and noticed a figure off in the distance near the tree line. Crinkling her brow, she picked up the binoculars and looked out. The lone figure moved slowly, stumbling some before regaining it's footing. With the rain falling it was hard to tell if it was a walker or not. "Kim, come take a look at this and tell me what you think."

Going over to the door, Kim flicked her cigarette over the edge and took up the binoculars as Maggie got the high power rifle. Looking out in the direction she'd pointed, Kim adjusted them, bringing the moving form into focus. Seeing it stumble and fall to it's knees, she lowered them slightly, looking out with her own eyes before lifting them back. Finding the body again, she saw as it remained on it's hands and knees before slowly standing and stumbling again.

A walker had taken notice too and began to head for the figure. Realizing the form was alive, Kim breathed out, "Shit..." Looking back as the creature began to close in on the figure, Kim barked out, as she grabbed her machete and headed out the door, "Try to take that walker out...that person's alive."

Having the set of key's for the gate being she was on watch, Kim ran from the tower, sliding to a stop when she reached it. Hearing a shot ring out from the tower, Kim fumbled with the keys, finally finding the one she needed. Opening the gate, she began to run, heading in the direction she'd last seen the person.

Those that were now up and nursing hangover's inside heard the shot ring out followed by another. Rick, Daryl, Jim and Carol grabbed for their weapons and took off running out the door and into the rain. A third shot rang out before Maggie came into view up in the tower.

Pointing in the direction Kim had went, she yelled out as they ran towards the tower, "SURVIVOR! KIM'S OUT THERE TOO!"

"Fuckin' hell," Daryl cursed as him, Rick and Jim ran for the gate together, leaving Carol to close the gate and then join Maggie in the tower.

Making her way through the woods, Kim breathed heavily as she hacked her way through the walkers that got in her way. She knew she wasn't supposed to leave out alone, no one was, but she couldn't sit there and watch someone die again either.

Her pace began to slow, the previous night's drinking taking it's toll on her still tired body along with the slick Georgia mud she was having to go through. Stopping to gulp in some much needed breaths and get her barrings, she heard the moans and growls of more walkers closing in on her. She had to push on.

Picking up her trail pretty easily, the men moved swiftly in the direction her tracks went. Starting to come across the bodies of the walkers she'd taken out, they kept there eyes open for more. Hearing two more shot's, they picked up the pace once more to catch up to her. Coming to a small clearing, Daryl noticed her tracks stopped at a tree. Spotting some blood on the bark, he then looked around, "She's hurt...got some blood here."

Looking at the smudge, Rick breathed hard from the excursion, "Maybe she cut herself on a branch or somethin'."

"Or got bit," Daryl said as he picked up the trail again. "She went this way...c'mon."

Taking off behind Daryl once more, Rick and Jim didn't have to say out loud what they were both thinking. If she was bit then one of them would have to end it for Kim and that was something none of them would take well.

Making her way to the other side of the woods, Kim saw the lone form laying on the ground with four walkers heading towards it. Her lungs burned and her legs felt like jelly, but she had to push on. Stumbling some, she reached deep down within for more strength and began to jog towards the closets walker. Coming up behind it, she raised the machete over her head and brought it down, splitting it's head in two. Pulling the sharp metal from it head, she set her sights on the next as it turned to her. Walking towards it, she clenched her jaw, and in a clean back-swing, imbedded the machete into the side of it's skull.

Hearing a yelp, the men began to move faster, emerging out of the woods and into the clear open land. Daryl stopped, raising his crossbow and sending a bolt into the head of a walker coming up behind Kim that she hadn't seen. Rick and Jim headed towards the last one, both men armed with hunting knives.

Gasping for air, Kim moved to the still form on the ground and dropped to her knees. Sweat, mud, blood and pieces of brain matter covered her body and stained her clothes. Reaching out, her hands settled on the lone girls shoulder and rolled her onto her back. Time seemed to stand still as Kim stared down wide-eyed at the girl that laid before her. Shaking her head, she placed her fingers to the girls neck, checking for a pulse as the men made it over to her. Finding her still alive, she began to check her body, "S-Stay with me. You stay with me..."

Keeping an eye out for any more walkers, Daryl knelt down, seeing how Kim's hands were shaking and then saw the ragged gash on her bicep. Glancing at Rick and making eye contact, he nodded silently to the other man and then turned his attention to her, "Kim..."

Her heart raced as she continued to check the girl, struggling to push her back onto her side so she could check her back. Strong arms came around her, pulling her back and Rick moved into her place. Struggling, Kim tried to fight back, "NO! LET ME GO!" Hot tears ran down her dirty face as she reached out to the girl desperately trying to get to her, "Leslie..."

Realizing Kim knew the girl, Rick made sure she wasn't bite anywhere. Finding a stab wound on the girls left side he looked to Jim, "We gotta get her back."

Nodding his head, Jim helped Rick get her up, both men taking an arm and draping them over their shoulders. Looking over at Daryl as he tried to help Kim stand, Jim breathed out heavily, "Kim ain't gonna last much longer from the looks of it either."

Starting to walk, Rick clenched his jaw as they began to carry her back, "Daryl will make sure she does."

Looking through the scope of the rifle, Carol saw them starting back and lowered it back down. "Best go tell Hershel to get his bag ready. Look's like they got whoever that is and they could be hurt."

Nodding her head, Maggie looked back out, "I'll keep watch until they get back."

Leaving out the tower, Carol took in a deep breath, glad they were on there way back but worried about in what condition. She'd watched through the scope as Daryl had pulled Kim off the other person, and then struggled to get her up on her feet. She could only hope that her friends would come back safe.