Chapter 11! OMG! Thanks for all of the reviews and alert and fav adds you guys. You are all so FREAKIN AWESOME!

I'm really sorry for not updating sooner. I've been sick and school has completely taken over my life, so updates probably won't be coming as regularly as before. But only 2 more months until I graduate! Then I'll have all the time in the world to write :) Yay! I promise I will not abandon this story. I have an outline for it and everything, I know exactly where I want this to go, so no worries.

So here it is. I hope you all enjoy and please review.

I woke up the next morning to find myself alone in the tent. I stepped out and saw the group of people who, I assumed, volunteered to go into the city, getting ready to leave. Among the group was T-Dog, Morales, Glenn, Andrea, Merle, Jacqui, and... Dad? My eyes widened when I realized that he intended to go along. I hurriedly made my way towards him intent on stopping him from attending this suicide mission.

"What are you doing?" I questioned angrily.

"I'm gonna go look for supplies in Atlanta." my dad replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"So, you're just gonna leave me and Ben here while you go into the city on some suicide mission?" I yelled, my hands on my hips.

"Camilla, it's not a suicide mission. I have a gun and we're in a group. We're all gonna be fine, so don't worry." The deep scowl on my face showed that I was not pleased with his answer.

"Do you hear yourself?" I scoffed. "We just got Ben back and now you're just gonna take off? Why are you doing this?"

"These people have helped us so much, Cam. We would most likely be dead if it weren't for them. The least I could do is help out."

"You can help out here. Come on, just admit it! The only reason you're even going is because the woman you're fucking is going!" There was a collective gasp as those words left my mouth. I immediately regretted them. My hand shot up to cover my mouth, eyes wide. I slowly brought my hands down to my sides as I looked up at my dad, afraid to meet his eyes, his face reddened with anger and embarrassment. He walked up to me with big, quick strides and for a moment I thought he was going to strike me, as I saw his right arm lift up slightly, causing me to take a step back.

"You and me," he said, his finger pointed at my face. "we're gonna have a talk when I come back. Do you understand me?"

"If you come back." I replied, defiantly. And this time he did strike me. I felt the sharp sting of the back of his hand meet the right side of my face, causing my head to snap back violently. My hand flew up to my face, in shock. I couldn't believe that he actually hit me. In all my life my dad had never raised a hand to me or anyone else for that matter. He didn't believe in corporal punishment, he was completely against it. His face paled, realizing what he had done, he tried to apologize.

"Camilla... I-I'm so sorry, honey." I shook my head, tears streamed down my cheeks as I stepped away from his outstretched hand. "Cam, please. I'm sorry sweetheart. You know I didn't mean-"

"I hate you." I said, barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"I HATE YOU!" I sobbed, loudly, this time. The camp got real quiet, all attention was on us.

"Cam, you don't mean that. I'm your father."

"No you're not!" I continued to sob, angrily wiping the tears from my face, hating that everyone was seeing me cry. I felt naked. "I don't even know who you are anymore." I turned and walked away. I noticed Daryl standing off to the side, by Merle, watching the whole thing. The expression on his face caught me off guard. He looked sad and slightly angry. After what happened that day in the woods, when Ben and Kevin had been found, I thought he hated me. When he saw me looking he quickly schooled his features into a mask of indifference. I looked away from him then and continued into the woods, being careful not to go in too far. I sat on a fallen log and gently ran my hand down the right side of my face. I felt something warm and wet on my lower lip; I pulled my hand away and looked down, finding blood on my fingertips. This only made me start crying again as I hugged my knees and buried my face into them. I felt ashamed for saying what I did, for taking the low road, and my dad was right. I didn't mean it when I said I hated him, but I was so angry with him for the way he had been treating me. He had completely pushed me aside and treated me more like a stranger than his daughter, sure sometimes he would have his occasional fatherly outbursts, but then he would go back to being the callous man I had come to know. He didn't treat Ben like this. In fact their relationship was the same as it had been before all this crap happened, if not better and I didn't understand why. My sobs continued as I thought about this. Minutes passed and I felt a warm hand rest on my shoulder. I pulled my blotchy, tear stained face away from my knees and looked up with bloodshot eyes to find Amy standing over me, offering a comforting smile. I mustered up a shaky one in return and she took a seat on the log, beside me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. At least I wasn't completely alone in what was left of this world.

Scott's POV

I felt like the most horrible father, as I watched my only daughter, run away from me, sobbing after telling me that she hated me. She said she didn't know who I was anymore. Had I really changed that much? Apparently that seemed to be the case since I had the audacity to hit her. I was more embarrassed now than I was before. She had reason to be mad at me. I wasn't completely oblivious to the way I had been treating her or how she was affected by it. But I couldn't speak to her. I couldn't look at her. Not when she reminded me so much of her mother, Aida. When Camilla told me of her death, I felt as if a part of me had died along with her. That day broke me and every time I looked at her, I saw Aida. I felt a small, warm hand come to rest on the middle of my back.

"Scott, honey, she didn't mean all that. She's just angry." I looked down at Jacqui's warm, comforting face, as she tried to defend Camilla, despite the fact that she too had been humiliated in front of the camp by some of her words. She too reminded me of Aida, but not because of her looks. Aida's features were soft and rounded, where Jacqui's were sharp and angled. No, they looked nothing alike, but they had very similar personalities. Both were soft spoken and sweet, but if you got on their bad side, you had better watch out.

"I know, but she's right. She has a reason to be angry. I've changed."

"We've all changed." I nodded in agreement, even though I didn't truly believe it. "Maybe you should stay and wait for her to come back. You don't have to go." I shook my head. I had to do this. "Okay, if you're sure?" I nodded. "Come on then. Y'all can talk it out when we come back." Jacqui said, gently rubbing soothing circles on my back. I looked toward the trees again, hoping Camilla would come out. When I didn't see any sign of her, I turned around and headed toward the group, preparing to leave.

End POV

Later that day after having cried myself out and spilling my guts out to Amy about my dad, Daryl, and pretty much everything, we stepped out of the woods and went back to camp. Half of me hoped that the scavenging group had already left, while the other half hoped that they were still there. I didn't want those to be the last words my dad heard me say to him. I didn't want him to think that I hated him because I really didn't. I was angry with him, yes, but I didn't hate him. When Amy and I arrived, all eyes fell on me and my face flushed in embarrassment. I had made an unnecessary scene that morning and had humiliated not only myself, but also my father and Jacqui. I deeply regretted everything I had said and done that morning; I wished I could take it all back, but alas it couldn't be done. I decided that I wanted to get cleaned up since it was a relatively hot day; I felt gross and sticky. I went over to my tent and got some fresh clothes and a towel, which I had gotten from Dale upon first arriving at camp more than a month ago. I searched out Amy and informed her of my plans to go down to the quarry for a swim. I loved the quarry; the beautiful color of the water and how secluded it was without it being dark and creepy. I walked to the shore of the enormous lake and set the clean clothes and towel on one of the rocks by the shore. I stripped off my clothes after checking to make sure that I was alone. I swam into the deep part of the lake and just drifted through, occasionally feeling the small fish nip at my toes.

"Finally stuck it ta yer dad I see." I spun around, still in the cool water and saw Daryl crouching down by the shore, splashing water on his sweaty face.

"What are you doing here?" I scowled at him as I sunk into the water until all you could see was my head. I felt uncomfortable being naked in his presence, even though the water provided sufficient coverage, it still unnerved me.

"I'm bout ta go huntin'. Try not ta scare anythin' off today. Ya think ya can do that?" He threw a wink my way and my scowl deepened. I didn't reply, but I did keep my eyes on him. I couldn't help but notice his muscled arms that were constantly on show, since almost all of his shirts had the sleeves either ripped or cut off. I loved how the muscle would ripple underneath his tanned skin as he moved and I found myself wanting to touch them to see if they were as firm as they looked. I shook my head and mentally scolded myself for ogling him again. I couldn't understand why I was so attracted to this jackass or when this absurd attraction had even started. He got up, drying his dripping face with the hem of his shirt and walked off without a word, but not before glancing my way once more, throwing me one of those smug smirks of his. I waited about a minute before getting out of the water and hurriedly wrapping myself in the towel. I got dressed into some jeans, a gray t-shirt, and my favorite sneakers, behind a large rock and made my way back to camp.

When I got there I saw Amy yelling into the CB and a couple of the survivors, gathering around. I walked over to her, curious about what was going on.

"We're just outside the city... dammit." She was trying to warn someone about Atlanta. It was a man from what I could hear. "Hello? Hello? Ugh, he couldn't hear me, I couldn't warn him." She said frustrated, tinkering with the CB.

"Try to reach him again." said Dale. He looked over to Shane. "Come on, Son. You know best how to work this thing." Shane walked over, ax in hand and took over.

"Hello, Hello, Is the person who called still on the air?" He said and then paused, as we all waited anxiously for a response. "This is Officer Shane Walsh, broadcasting to person unknown. Please respond." He paused again, but we heard nothing but static. The connection was lost. Shane put down the speaker dejectedly. "He's gone." he sighed.

"There are others. It's not just us." Lori spoke up. I jumped, not realizing she was behind me.

"Well we knew there would be, right? That's why we left the CB on?" Shane snarked. Shane was an okay guy most of the time. Sure he was a little too serious, which was understandable under these circumstances, and somewhat bossy, but for the most part he meant well and took care of everyone. But he had his asshole moments; like right now, for example

"A lot of good it's been doing. And I've been saying for a week, we gotta put signs up on 85 and warn people away from the city."

"She's right." I agreed. "My dad and I would've walked right into that death trap if we hadn't run into you. We're alive and kickin' out of sheer dumb luck."

"Folks got no idea what they're getting into." Amy added.

"Well we haven't had time." Shane grumbled. He got up, looking agitated, as he placed his hands on his hips, something I noticed he did... a lot.

"We have nothing but time." I tried reasoning. Shane set his dark eyes on me.

"No. We don't. We are surviving here. We live day to day."

"Who the hell would you propose we send?" inquired Dale. I didn't know whether the question was directed at me or Lori.

"I'll go. Give me a vehicle." she said. The debate was beginning to get heated so I decided to step back and butt out. I was not trying to make any enemies. It wasn't like anyone would listen to me anyway. Shane and Lori continued back and forth until Lori finally gave up and stormed off, Carl hurrying along after her only to be stopped by Shane. I steered him back towards camp, while Shane followed Lori, and told him to go play with the other kids. He ran off and I looked back at the CB in despair, worried for the poor soul that was about to walk right into the lion's den.

I turned to look behind me and saw Amy pick up some fire wood and I walked over to help her. We continued collecting twigs and small branches well into the afternoon, hoping to keep our minds off of our loved ones that were currently risking their lives in Atlanta, with mindless chatter. Later we played with kids because god knows they needed the distraction. I noticed Ben wasn't acting like himself, he was being unusually quiet. I knew part of it had to do with Mom. He tried to act like everything was okay, but I could hear him crying sometimes, at night. I could also tell he was worried about Dad. I was beginning to worry about him too. I heard earlier, at the beginning of our stay at the camp, how bad Atlanta was from some of the other survivors and how lucky we had been to run into Shane, before we had a chance to find out for ourselves. I thought going into the city after knowing the dangers was one of the most idiotic things anyone could do. Aside from being worried I was also angry. He had just been reunited with his son, who had been missing for almost two months, and he suddenly decides he wants to go traipsing into the geek infested city? I honestly didn't understand what was going on through that man's head. Then he hit me! That's when I really knew he had changed.

It was getting late; my dad and the others still had not come back. Then they contacted us through the CB. It was hard to understand what they were saying, but we had gotten the gist of it. They were trapped in a department store. My uneasiness increased. I wasn't the only one that had started to panic. Amy was, of course, worried about her sister as well.

"Shane-" Lori began, only to be interrupted

"No way. We do not go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group, y'all know that." said Shane, his hands once again resting on his hips.

"So we're just gonna leave her there?" Amy said in disbelief, obviously referring to her sister.

"Amy, I know that this is not easy-"

"She volunteered to go, to help the rest of us." She reasoned, as her eyes began to tear up at the thought of leaving her sister behind.

"I know." he nodded in understanding. "She knew the risks, right? She's trapped, she's gone. So we'll just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do." That bastard! How could he say that? How could he just give up on everybody? What was wrong with him? Amy was outraged and so was I.

"She's my sister you son of a bitch." she snarled and stormed off. I looked at Shane.

"My dad is out there too, you bastard. I can't believe you're just gonna give up on all of them like that. I thought you were better than that." I said, my eyes narrowed. I then turned and went to follow Amy, maybe try to calm her down. I decided not to tell Ben about Dad. He had enough to worry about. He didn't need this adding to it.

I hope you all enjoyed that. Until next time, Adieu!