I carried the thick slabs of dead rabbit back to the house. Daryl and I had quickly found some rabbit tracks, and that led us to where two rabbits had holed themselves into a small burrow underneath a tree. Daryl quickly separated the rabbits and killed them both. He took one rabbit for himself and I took the other back to camp, not sure how someone was going to go about cooking this, but Daryl had insisted that I take it.

By the time I got back to the camp, it was dark. T-Dog was on watch and he aimed his gun at me when I approached, but he relaxed when he saw that I wasn't a Walker. "Get on inside, Yankee." T-Dog called down from the camper. "Patricia made us dinner."

"That was nice of them," I said, thinking about this painful afternoon. I put the slabs of rabbit into the fridge for a later meal and then T-Dog and I walked into the house for food. Carl had already set the table by the time we got inside and others were sitting at the table, waiting eagerly for the food that was promised to show up. I took the seat between T-Dog and Maggie as Patricia sat two different dishes down on the table. I took a long look at the food: fried ham and buttered corn. My mouth started watering just as Shane and Andrea entered the room.

"They should've been back by now," Andrea said.

I looked up in alarm. "They're not back yet?"

"You'd know that if you weren't runnin' 'round the woods with Daryl," Shane said in a scathing tone. I glared at him, my distrust and dislike for him growing even more. "Besides, I don't think there's anythin' to be worried about. They probably holed themselves up for the night. They'll be back in the morning." I exchanged a glance with Maggie.

Carol walked away from the table and started to call up for Lori to come downstairs, but Maggie suddenly said, "She's not up there."

"Where is she?" Dale asked. Silence descended on the whole table as everyone tried to remember the last time they saw Lori.

"She was worried about Rick," Andrea said. "She asked me to go look for him earlier this afternoon."

"She did the same thing to me and Daryl." I added.

"Did she go after him?" Dale asked, looking at both me and Andrea. I shrugged. Shane stood up abruptly and said that he'd be back. He left the dining room and I found myself more relaxed the moment he left. Patricia handed out more plates of food and we all ate together in silence. I was worried about Rick, Glenn, and Hershel, and now Lori. And with Lori's pregnancy, she was putting her unborn child at risk. As soon as dinner was finished, Carol approached me to ask where Daryl's new camp was set up.

I pointed out the hill where Daryl had set up camp and Carol didn't waste any time running towards the small speck of light that was most likely Daryl's campfire. I watched her leave, knowing the hell that that woman had through. And yet she was still operating. Carol had cried over her daughter becoming a Walker, but she was still going on. I had to give the lady credit where it was due, and I knew that Carol was a lot stronger than anyone, including herself, gave her credit for.

I managed to climb the camper to get to the lawn chair sitting on top. I quickly sat down in it, my injured ankle sore. It felt a lot better than it had earlier today, and I couldn't wait for the opportunity to use my foot fully again. A few minutes later, Carol came back down from Daryl's camp, and she looked ticked off. I assumed that Daryl told her the same thing he told Lori when it came to finding more people.

Carol looked up at me. "He's too stubborn for his own good." I snorted.

"That's the understatement of the year," I said.

"How d'you handle him?" She asked. She looked really curious for the answer.

I frowned. "I have no idea."

"He seems to like you more than anyone else around here." Carol said. "You must be doing something right." With that said, she walked inside the camper. I leaned back in the lawn chair and thought about what she said. I had noticed a while ago that Daryl preferred my company than that of anyone else in the group. And it would seem that the rest of the group noticed this too.

About an hour later, Shane's car pulled in the drive. I stood up from the chair as both Shane and Lori got out. The rest of the group noticed their arrival and rushed out to meet them. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I got the idea that Shane lied to Lori to get her to come back with him. There was a small scuffle between Lori and Shane before Lori stormed off with the others. Shane rubbed his head and looked around, his eyes glancing up to meet mine. I gave the man a stiff nod. He looked away and disappeared inside his tent.

I kept watch as everyone else went to bed. As the camp grew quiet, I quickly discovered just how boring night watch really was. At least with keeping watch during the day you had different distractions to watch. It was a fantastic place to people watch. But at night, everything was dark and hardly anything was moving. After two hours, Andrea woke up and took over for me. I crawled back down the ladder and made it into my tent, the events of today weighing down on me like a lead block.

Early the next morning, Shane was getting a patrol ready to go find Rick, Glenn, and Hershel. I tried to volunteer, but Shane finally decided to be a good human being and told me to stay in camp because my ankle could get hurt again. I rolled my eyes; I wasn't walking around with a limp anymore and my ankle felt fine even if it was a little sore.

"She can make it," Daryl said from where he was standing. I blinked in surprise at him. Shane was also looking at Daryl like he had lost his mind. Daryl stared hard at Shane and wasn't looking at me. "The Yank can keep up with me on a hunt with a busted foot, she can keep up with us."

Right the patrol was about to head out, Hershel's red car pulled into the drive. Everyone who heard the engine pulling up rushed out to greet them. I walked slowly up to Daryl. As Rick and the others exited the car, I stood beside Daryl. "Your newfound confidence in me is convincing."

"It ain't new," Daryl said gruffly. I blinked at him and the redneck shrugged it off. "Don't worry 'bout it."

"Who the hell is that?" T-Dog asked suddenly, pointing to the backseat of the car. Everyone followed his gaze and saw a young man with a blindfold on. Glenn said that the man's name was Randal. I exchanged a look with Daryl before everyone started to move closer to get a good look at this new person.