Pansy waited in the church with Carl and the others. She was glad that Rick wanted her to stay and watch over Carl because it showed how much trust he has in her. However, she wanted to be with him and the rest of the group that headed out to find the Termites. There was no logical reason for her to be concerned for his well being; but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Carl continued to explain to Father Gabriel why he needed to defend himself and offered advice on what weapon to use while Pansy kept glancing out the shuttered windows contemplating what was going on out there. Gabriel went into one of the rooms and shut the door while he practiced with a machete. Pansy paced the church, unable to shake her nervous energy. She went through the possible scenarios in her head again and again but nothing calmed her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she suddenly began to wonder what had become of Father Gabriel. Carl and Michonne were busy gathering anything that could be used as a weapon so she walked over to the door of the room he was in. She knocked just to be polite but there was no answer.

"Father Gabriel." She slowly opened the door and peaked inside only to find that he had pulled up loose boards and was outside.

"Shit."

Without thinking she crawled after him. Once she was out from under the church there was no sign of him anywhere. She began to slowly creep around and once she was sure it was clear, she pulled out her wand.

"Luminous."

She used her now glowing wand to try and spot him when she noticed a figure running towards the front of the church. She sighed and wondered why they didn't just leave him to rot in his little church tomb. Just as she was about to stun one of the walkers that was perusing Gabriel, a flash of light zipped past her head and sent the walker tumbling to the ground. She turned around, desperately hoping that Luna, Ron or Hermione was behind her.

"You should get back into the church, they are not far behind me."

Pansy shook her head in disbelief. She knows that voice, but it can't be. A figure steps from the shadows and she points her wand at his head.

"Draco."

He held up his hands. "Look I'm just trying to help."

"You don't help people, you only help yourself. You're with them aren't you?"

Draco sighed. "I didn't realize what they were about until it was too late. I'm really just here to help."

"How do you expect me to believe you?"

"I know you don't have any reason to trust me but I am here to help. We know about how the viruses went wrong and there is very little time to stop it. I was told there was some sort of prophesy that could be the key to curing all of this. We want the same thing Pansy. Right now there are armed psychopaths on their way to the church, so either kill me or give me a chance to show me that I telling the truth. If you don't do something fast we will both be dead."

She felt like trusting him was a mistake and she need more time to figure out what he was really after. Time was the one thing she simply did not have. She cursed under her breath and stomped her foot in frustration. Extending her left hand she kept her wand pointed at Draco.

"Give me your wand."

"Come on Pansy, how am I supposed to defend myself?"

"Use a knife or a gun or a two by four for all I care, but if you're coming with me you have to earn my trust. That starts by hand over your wand. NOW"

Draco sighed and slowly extended to her the handle of his wand. She grabbed it and shoved it into her boot.

"Now let's get out of here."

Once they reached the porch, they found Gabriel screaming and pounding on the door desperate to get in. Pansy put her wand away and pulled out her gun. She handed a boot knife to Draco and they headed up. She shot the ones near the door and Draco began killing the ones on the stairs. Finally, Carl got the door open and everyone quickly ran inside. Carl and Michone gave her an odd look as they glance at Draco.

"It's a long story, we have to barricade this door as best we can and hide."

Everyone began to secure the door and they hide in the choir room off to the right of the pulpit. Just a few moments later, they could hear movement. Shortly after that, the door burst open. They could hear people walking up the isles.

"You might as well come out now. If you do I promise to make it quick and painless. Trust me; you don't want to know the alternative."

Draco whispered into Pansy's ear. "That is the leader, if you can hit him, the others should scatter."

"We are going to sit here and shut up. Period."

"Come on now; you know it's a matter of time before we find you. Is this how you really want to play it?" He signaled to the rest of his crew to camp out by the doors in the sanctuary. They could wait it out, it was only a matter of time.

Suddenly in the closet, Pansy felt a sneeze building. She tried breathing slowly through her mouth and rubbing her nose to keep from making a sound. Finally she thought she was in the clear and then her nose erupted. The sneeze was pretty quiet, but it was all they needed to locate where everyone was hiding. They moved around the door with guns raised. He signaled them to shoot into the door on his mark. Just as he was about to drop his hand, Rick and the rest of his crew burst in. They quickly subdued and killed everyone, Father Gabriel look around disgusted.

"How could you do this? This is the house of the Lord."

Maggie shook her head. "No it's not. It's just four walls and a roof."

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Hermione was frozen where she stood. The man who looked to be quiet dangerous was still talking to Tyreese; but she could tell by looking at his face that the situation was not good. She was not sure if she should help Tyreese or wait to see if the man had a partner nearby. So here she was, squatting in the brush trying to make herself as silent as possible. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Her mind began to process all the different options so that she could make a logical choice. This man was menacing, but he was not actively trying to harm Tyreese at the moment. Odds are that he has a partner somewhere nearby. Yes, she decided; the best option is to stay here and remain out of sight. If he is a thief I can jump him after he leaves with the stuff. If his partner shows, I can get the jump on him while Tyreese takes care of the knife man. Movement caught her eye and she started to watch the area behind Tyreese. Hermione began to wonder to herself if she was being paranoid. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her, but she noticed movement again.

"Alright Hermione, Tyreese is our friend so we need to get closer without attracting any attention. You've got this."

She slowly inched her way closer to where the men were talking. Once she was as close as she dared get, she was able to hear their conversation. The man told Tyreese to stay still. Hermione felt her stomach drop to her feet. She was right, there was someone behind Tyreese. As she stood up with her wand raised, a man emerged from the woods started to grab Tyreese. Before he was able to get a grip, he flew backwards into a tree and fell unconscious. Now the other man was focused on her. He started to run at her, but Tyreese grabbed him and drove him to the ground. They began to fight and Hermione ran over to help. Once she had a clean shoot, she shot him in the head. Tyreese was winded and he stayed on the ground for a moment. Hermione offered a hand to help him up. He cried out in pain and fell back to the ground.

"Tyreese, are you hurt? What's wrong? What can I do to help."

His breath labored, he looked up at her and sighed. "To be honest, I don't think there is much you can do." Once he moved his hand from his side Hermione gasped as she saw the large knife wound on his lower abdomen. She was not well studied in anatomy, but it did not look good. Logic kicked in and Hermione tackled the problem one step at a time. Step one, stop the bleeding. She grabbed a shirt from her bag and placed it over the wound.

"Here hold this tightly. The pressure should help stop the bleeding."

Then she began to frantically dig through her bag to find anything that might help her keep Tyreese alive.

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"Hey, how are you?"

Beth looked up at Ron and immediately went back to organizing.

"I'm fine. You look well."

Ron began to fidget. "I...was wondering if we could talk."

She responded without even looking up. "I thought that's what we were doing."

Ron grabbed her arm. "Come on you know what I mean. You've been ignoring me all day. What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

Beth shook her head.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I just thought I would be a bad idea to take up your time. I mean what would Dawn think? You two seem to be quite close these days."

So that's what it was, jealousy. "Look I promise that I'm only trying to get her to trust me so she makes a mistake and we can get out of here. There is nothing else going on."

"So kissing her was just a ploy...to gain her trust."

Ron suddenly felt very tired. "I kissed her because I thought she was coming on to me. If she likes me and she trusts me that makes it even easier to find a way to trick her or manipulate her. Beth's she is a lot of things but stupid is not one of them. It didn't mean anything."

"Well it meant something to me." She quickly turned away from him but not before he noticed the tears in the corner of her eyes.

He turned her to face him and raised her chin so she was looking him in the eye. " I'm really sorry. I should have thought about your feelings. Please forgive me? The only thing I hate worse than being stuck here is you giving me the silent treatment."

Beth sighed. "I know you don't have feelings for her; she's horrible. But when I saw you kiss her I just got so mad."

"Look I'm pretty much a disaster on my own. I need your help, will you stick with me Beth?"

She started chewing on her lip while she was thinking when they heard a commotion outside. They both rushed out the door, and Dawn yelled at Beth to get the surgical cart and bring it to room seven. She pocketed a scalpel and pushed the cart down the hall. Once the cart was in the room she realized that Ron had beaten her here and he was standing over the body of a young blond woman. He was holding her hand and crying. She started to walk over to comfort him and find out who this person was when the Dr walked in.

Ron's attention shifted to the Dr. "Her name is Luna Lovegood. Please you have to save her."

The Dr nodded. "We will see what we can do. I need everyone to clear the room please."

He gently place her hand back on the bed and walked out into the hallway as if he was in a trance. Beth tried to reach him, but Dawn pulled her back in to assist the Dr.

He hooked Luna up to the monitors and began to assess the damage. "Well, her vitals are good and I'm not detecting any internal bleeding. All of her external wounds are superficial and there are no broken bones."

Beth felt hopeful. "That's good right?"

He placed the stethoscope around his neck and readjusted his glasses. "Well, that is the good news. The bad news is she is suffering from pretty severe head trauma. It might be a minor concussion and she will be fine, but there could be significant brain damage. We won't really know until she comes to. If she comes to at all."

"Is there anything more we can do?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Pray."

Beth sighed and walked over to Luna's side. She gently took her hand and whispered into her ear. "I know that you are a friend of Ron's and that means that you can use magic like he can. I need you to use all the magic you have to stay alive. I don't know you, but I know we are gonna need your help so you hang in there no matter what."

She felt the woman squeeze her hand ever so slightly and Beth prayed that that was a good sign. Lord know they needed some good news.

Once she had left Luna, she went to go find Ron. He was sitting alone on the floor of his room.

"Hey there. I have some good news. She doesn't have any major bleeding or broken bones. So it looks pretty hopeful."

He didn't look up when he answered. "Yea, but she's unconscious. That could mean brain damage and there is no way Dawn will keep her around if she's not useful."

"She squeezed my hand, that's a good sign."

Ron continued to stare at the floor. She could see the tear streaks on his face. She tried to think of something to say, anything to get him to engage. If he gave up now he was no help to her or to himself.

"Well is there something you can do with your wand. Some kind of magic thing?"

Ron snorted. "I'm sure there is something that can be done, I just don't know how to do it. You see Beth you were cheated. All of my friends are brilliant. Hermione she would know something we could do. Harry, my sister Ginny, hell as crazy as Luna is even she would be able to figure something out. I didn't study as diligently as my friends and I always relied on them to help me. Now I'm here and they are gone. So no Beth, there is nothing I can do. I'm bloody well useless. You should make a run for it with Noah. I'll only hold you back."

The other thing that this hospital had an abundance of was old magazines. When she was board Beth would often thumb through the issues and read them. There were articles ranging from how to renovate your bathroom on a budget to where to find the best yoga classes. There were also relationship articles, and one of them was rising in the back of her mind. It was concerning a lady whose husband was unemployed and feeling worthless. She talked about how she loved her husband but she did not know how to motivate him. The writer advised her to recharge him in the bedroom. There was some psychological babble about how if a man feels needed or wanted in one aspect of his life it will inspire confidence in other areas. The writer gave some suggestions and now Beth found herself mental thumbing through those ideas. She does need Ron even if he can't see that. So the goal is to get him out of this funk. Well, she thought to herself ; here goes nothing.

She grabbed his face and kissed him, hard. He was taken aback by forward kiss and pushed her back a bit. She just moved to his neck and ears while pulling his shirt up from his waistband.

"Whoa; what's this about?"

She smiled at him. "I thought we were going to trust each other right?"

Ron still looked confused. "Well yah but..."

"Then trust me." She moved her hands under his shirt and lightly ran her fingernails down his chest and abdomen."

Ron sucked in a breath and immediately began to kiss her back with gusto. Soon there shirts were tossed to the side and when Ron realized that his pants were unbuttoned he stopped for a moment.

"Beth, I'm still not sure what is going on here, but maybe we should stop."

Beth shook her head and leaned forward so her mouth was nearly touching his ear.

"I need you."

Just like that all doubt vanished from Ron's mind.

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Hermione was frantically brewing a healing potion that she hoped would work on Tyreese. It had been an hour or so and he was not in good shape. Fear gripped her insides as she began to wonder what she would do if she was on her own once again. She took a deep breath and ladled some of the potion into a tin cup. She carefully raised his head and poured. Most of it ended up on his shirt, but she was confident that he had swallowed enough. Hot tears spilled over her cheeks as she wished for the hundredth time today that Daryl was with her. Shaking her head, she determined that the best course of action was to just study the maps in her pack and try to figure out how to find the group. She retraced her steps over and over again, but they had not crossed paths with anyone from Terminuses yet. Tyreese took in air with slow and labored breaths. Hermione decided that they would wait here and see if the potion was working. All she could do is hope for the best.

Tyreese was feeling like he had been hit by some three hundred pound lineman as he slowly sat up. It took him a moment to get reoriented, and the first thing he noticed was Hermione sleeping on her mat. He moved slowly and carefully over to where she was and tried to wake her, but she was not responding to him at all. He started to worry that there was something wrong with her when he heard a noise in the distance. Feeling a bit stronger now, he made his way over to where the sound was coming from. As he made his way down a small path he came to a small house with an old car out front. The car was a late model blue sedan that was some sort of family car. It must be Europe because the license plate read 7990 TD. He examined the car as he got closer and it appeared to be in pretty good shape. Maybe it was someone project car that was forgotten in the chaos. If he was very lucky, maybe it would still run. He approached the door and was about to open it when he heard children's laughter. He ran around the house to find where the voices were coming from and when he looked into the back yard, he noticed two young girls playing. He thought his eyes must be playing tricks on him because they looked just like...but no. That was impossible.

"Hey man, it's good to see you."

Tyreese turned slowly to see Bob standing by the car waving to him. He began to shake his head. This was not possible, he must be dreaming. He started hyperventilating and bent over so that his head was close to his knees to keep from passing out. Once he felt calm and was sure the weird hallucination or dream was over he raised up slowly and opened his eyes. Only to find that Bob was now standing in front of him.

"You coming with us?"

AN: Thanks so much for all the new followers. I would love to hear your feedback so please review. I hope to have some new chapters up soon and my goal is to have the group in Alexandra before the new season of TWD starts. You guys are awesome and I hope you stay with me.