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I woke up to feel something warm and strong next to me. Not wanting to start my day yet, I just snuggled closer to it, trying to fall back asleep.

"Hey, Sam, you up yet?" I voice asked me softly.

I moaned,

"No…"

The voice sighed,

"Come on Sam, you have to get up now, open you eyes."

I gave up, and forced my eyelids to move, which was harder than usual for some reason.

When I finally got my eyes open, I saw that the warm thing next to me was Daryl, and that I was lying in his lap. We were in the van that I'd been sleeping in, but I barely recognized it. It had turned red, and there was so much of it that my eyes started to hurt.

"Sam?" Daryl asked, "Can I move you now?"

I was confused about why he would ask, but I wasn't fully awake yet, so I just nodded,

"Yeah, sure."

Red, there was so much red, and that was the last thing I saw before I slipped back into unconsciousness…

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I woke up again, to feel myself being carried out of the car bridal-style by Daryl. He had wrapped me in a soft brown blanket, and he hugged me closer to him when we stepped out of the van.

I felt the cool morning air on my face, and strangely, warm sloppy licks on my one hand that had escaped the blanket's warmth.

I turned my head, to see my favorite dog,

"Yeh Shady," I told him as I closed my eyes and rubbed his head.

"Oh my god!" I heard a women shout.

I opened my eyes to see Andrea rushing towards Daryl and I with a scared look on her face.

I looked at her questioningly,

"What is it?" I asked her.

Not answering me, she looked to Daryl,

"Come on, bring her in the RV!"

Daryl nodded, and followed Andrea to the large vehicle with Shady at his heals.

Carol was inside, sitting at the table drinking a glass of water, but when she saw me she stopped in mid-sip.

"Come on," she said to Daryl, "Put her on the bed."

Obeying them, Daryl took me down the short hall way to the RV's bed, and lay me down on it.

I put my crossed my arms over my chest,

"Okay, seriously, what's going on? I feel fine. Just a bit tired, that's all!"

Carol glanced away nervously,

"Well…It's just that…"

I raised an eyebrow,

"What?"

She sighed, and out of her pocked she took out a small mirror, which she handed to me.

Looking at my reflection, I could see why everyone was so freaked out.

I was completely caked in dried blood, not the tiniest hint of my skin showing at all. My now red hair was slicked back and tangled across my scalp, and I began to wonder how I would ever get some of those knots out.

"Oh…" I said softly, "So…Uh… Yeah…" I didn't really know what to say exactly, so I just mumbled stuff. Hey! That can be my new motto! When in doubt; mumble stuff and hope the awkward situation will go away. That's pretty good, right?

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I stepped put of the RV dressed in my black skinny jeans, my brown hiking boots, my black gloves, an old brown leather vest, and an army green tank top from the bag of clothes I had gotten the first day we arrived on the highway. I had used a washcloth to wipe off all the blood, which was a lot harder than it sounds, and then taken a bucket of water that I washed my hair out in with some random shampoo I had found the other day in one of the broken down cars.

I looked around, seeing that everyone was getting ready to go to the farm.

I walked up to Daryl who was putting things in his motorcycle's saddlebags,

"Hey there," I said to him.

He turned around from his work, looking at me with a slight smile on his face,

"Well, you look better."

I giggled,

"So are you saying that I'm not pretty when drenched in blood?"

Smirking he told me,

"No, you're always pretty, just prettier when you ain't all bloody."

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully in response,

"Whatever, are we ready to go now?" I asked.

He nodded,

"Yeah, you're gonna ride with Carol in your Jeep."

"Aaawwwee!" I pouted, "But I barely ever got to drive motorcycles at Area 52!"

I saw Daryl's eyes widen slightly, and I swear I saw a flash of fear go through them as he leaned a bit closer to the motorcycle in a protective manor.

"Listen, Sam," he told me, "I don't mean to be rude to you or anything, but there is no way in hell that I would ever let you ride Merle's motorcycle, because you are most definitely the worst driver the world has ever known."

We just stood there for a few moments jut staring at each other, making this quite a bit of an awkward situation.

Finally I giggled, which Daryl seemed a bit surprised at,

"Don't worry, I know that driving stuff is most definitely not my area of expertise, and the only one who can put up with it is Shady," I said as I looked over at my dog- what the? Where the heck did he get that squirrel? Oh whatever, not like my life could get much crazier. I shrugged my shoulders and said to Daryl, "Anyways," I continued, "I was just suggesting that I could ride on the motorcycle with you. That okay?" I asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

Daryl seemed a bit uncertain, but he finally just sighed and told me,

"Fine, just be careful. And don't do anything bad, okay?" he asked me.

I nodded happily,

"Yes! Thank you so much!" I squealed as I gave him a quick hu- how the heck did Shady get three new squirrels so fast?! Creepy…

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We drove down a long dusty dirt road that lead to a big white house that I saw Rick, Lori, T-Dog, Glenn, and several other people who I suppose owned the farm come out of. We parked on the lawn about twenty-ish feet away from the house, and as soon as the motorcycle stopped moving I jumped off, the entire time worrying about what had happened to Carl while I was gone.

"Is he okay?" I asked Rick, trying my best not to show how worried I was.

Lori smiled happily at me,

"He'll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people, and-"

"And Shane," Rick interrupted, "We'd lost Carl if not for him."

I took a quick look over at Shane, and saw that he was wearing a pair of overalls that were way to big on himand made him look like a complete dork. Normally I would playfully make fun of his sense of style, but I had more important things to do at the moment, like hugging people.

I smiled as I walked up to Lori and wrapped my arms around her, so so so thankful that Carl was okay. Even Shady seemed to get it, and began to start wagging his tail and licking Rick and Lori's hands in happiness.

"How'd it happen?" Dale asked Rick.

"Hunting accident," the Grimes man responded, "That's all, just a stupid accident."

Walking up to Rick, I eagerly asked him,

"When can we see him?"

Rick nodded towards the house,

"He's resting right now, but you can check in on him if you'd like."

"Thank you," I said to Rick as I hurried into the house. Before entering, I nodded in thanks to the Greenes, I believe there name was, who returned my gesture with smiles.

I opened the house's door, and hurried inside. Spotting a staircase, I quickly ran up it and onto the second floor where I then began to open random doors trying to find the one that lead to the room Carl was in.

On my fifth door, I found him, and I couldn't help but gasp a bit when I saw the poor boy. His skin was pale white, and his hair was slicked back with sweat.

I sat down on the white-sheeted bed, and slowly ran my fingers through Carl's hair.

I suddenly felt him begin to stir, and he soon opened his pale blue eyes to meet my yellow ones.

"S-Sammy?" he whispered.

I smiled,

"Yeah kid, I'm here."

"Shady too?"

It was then that I heard a low whine from next to the bed, and next to me I saw the familiar shadowy black coat of my dog. I guess I had been so eager to see Carl I hadn't even noticed that Shady had come along with me.

I patted the spot on the bed next to me, signaling to Shady that he could come up, which he gladly complied to. He lay down, and crawled over to Carl, all though it was more of a wiggle for he was wagging his tail so much.

He licked Carl's face lovingly, earning a soft laugh from the boy and myself.

"Hey Sammy?" Carl asked.

Softly, I said,

"Yeah kid?"

"It was a full moon last night, wasn't it?"

I paused, thinking about what had happened last night. I didn't remember much, just that it was horribly painful and all I could see was red.

"What about it?" I asked Carl softly, brushing away a hair that had fallen into his face.

He looked up at me questioningly,

"Were you okay?"

I nodded and smiled,

"Yeah, I was fine. The only problem is that I'm just a bit more tired than usual, but I'll be fine tomorrow. And I'm sure you'll be too in a few days, and then I can keep my promise and teach you how to use a knife and gun," I told him with a smirk, bringing a big smile to his face.

"Really?! I get to have a gun too?" he said in amazement.

Winking I told him,

"Yeah, just don't tell your parents," I paused, "Just kidding, you have to ask them."

Carl looked at me desperately,

"But they always say no! Can't you just like, train me in secret or something?"

I shrugged my shoulders,

"Sorry kid. But you have to ask them. But before you do I'll talk to them about it, okay?" I asked him. He nodded, and I continued on, "I don't see why you shouldn't be aloud to use a gun, it's the zombie apocalypse! If you were my kid, you'd be able to kill a walker from a hundred feet away, right in the eye!"

Carl laughed, although it was more of a raspy cough,

"Really?"

"Really."

"You know Sammy," Carl said, "I don't think I'd want you to be my mom."

I was a bit hurt, I thought I might be a pretty cool mom!

"I wouldn't want you as a mom," Carl continued, "Because you're already like my cool older sister."

Woohoo! Never mind about being the kids mom, I'm his big sister! Yeah! I grinned widely,

"Really?" I asked.

Carl nodded,

"Really."

I laughed,

"Okay kid, cool older sister it is!"

I sat up from the bed, and pulled up the bed's covers to Carl's neck,

"Sleep tight kid, okay?"

"'Kay," said Carl as he shut his eyes.

I ruffled his hair and stepped out the door with Shady by my side.

Hmm, I thought, Samantha James; genetic experiment, zombie hunter, and cool older sister. Yep, I could get used to that!

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