They stopped outside the grocery Rick had told them to go to. Daryl got out of the car as soon as he could, leaving Merle and Harley alone. Harley wanted to do the same, though Merle grabbed her wrist. "What tha hell happened? Yer both on yer period 'r somethin'?" he grumbled as he let go of her. Harley sighed and shook her head. "I honestly don't know. Just forget about it, okay? The sooner we're out of here, the better."

Merle nodded and they both got out. Daryl was already tapping on the glass, anticipating walkers to come out. When there was no response, they opened the door. "I think I'm gonna go to that shop." Harley said while she pointed at the small market store on the other side of the street. "That way we can gather more supplies." she explained. Merle nodded and went inside, though Daryl gave her an uneasy look. "Ya sure? Ain't got anyone ta watch yer back, ya know tha'?" he said blankly. Harley nodded and turned around. It felt like Daryl was trying to avoid her at all cost after last night, and if he really had to talk, it were just simple words without meaning. Harley knew he was having one of these phases again; shutting everyone out.

Harley bit her tongue as she jogged down the street to the shop. She tapped on the glass and went inside after she made sure there weren't any walkers inside.

When she entered the shop, she smiled at the sight of all the canned goods. "Jackpot." she whispered to herself as she opened her backpack. Half an hour later, her backpack was nearly full. Harley decided to take a look in the back of the store; maybe she'd find some meds or other medical equipment. The backpack was feeling heavy on her back, though she wasn't complaining; infact, she was happy because of all the food she had found. They wouldn't have to go on a run any time soon after this one, and that put her mind at ease.

Harley opened a door while she grabbed one of her knives, an E-K-13, out of its sheath. She kicked the door open and found what previously seemed to be the office of the shop. Nevertheless, she decided she could atleast try to find something useful in here. Harley opened several drawers from the wooden office cabinet.

Nothing, except for books and paper. She grabbed some of the books, which were mostly study books. Maybe it would come in handy for Beth or Carl.

"Drop tha knife, love."

The voice startled her and she dropped the knife rather from shock. "Well, tha' was easy." she heard the male voice chuckle behind her. Harley automatically rolled her eyes. "Now, turn around slowly."

She obeyed the voice, knowing she would be shot right away if she wouldn't. Underestimating people was a stupid way to get yourself killed. Harley suddenly realized her guns and other knives were still in the car. Fuck. She dearly hoped Daryl and Merle would come looking for her at some point.

"Ya got anyone there?" another voice said from the hallway. The man grinned. "Oh, yer goin' ta love this one. Looks like a feisty bitch."

Harley bit her lower lip, to prevent herself from saying anything stupid. She knew if she would open her mouth only swearing and empty threats would come out.

Another man entered the room.

She felt like she was going to throw up.

"Well hello there lil' girl. Yer ain't so lil' anymore now, are ya?" Jack mumbled mockingly. He walked closer and Harley forced herself to blink a few times. Is this real? Is this piece of shit really here? Harley shook her head and lunged herself onto him with a scream, while the murderous event of her parents and sister was playing itself all over again inside her head. A gunshot echoed through the room.

Daryl and Merle loaded the car with the supplies they had found. The store had already been raided, but there had been plenty of useful goods left. Daryl hoped Harley had better luck at finding the necessary things they needed.

Merle chewed on a granole bar and leaned against the truck while Daryl put the bags in the bed of the truck. Suddenly, a gun shot caught their attention. "What tha fuck?" Merle rasped as he immediately grabbed his own gun. Daryl looked up when he heard the sound, coming from the store Harley had gone off to. "Darylina, does Princess 'ave 'er guns with 'er?"

The younger Dixon opened the door of the car and peered inside. Both of her guns were hidden under the seat, along with her holsters. "Fuck." he cursed as he closed the car and started to run towards the direction of the store. He didn't wait for Merle, though he was pretty sure that Merle was right behind him.

When the store came in sight, Daryl readied his crossbow and tried to reckon how many people were inside. He dearly hoped Harley wasn't in there, though he had a bad feeling about it. Why only one shot?

While he tried to find a logical theory, he heard the engine of a car. Daryl hid behind a wall from a different store while Merle ducked behind a car in the empty street. The car engine roared closeby and suddenly a red truck rounded the corner in high speed. When they were out of distance, he heard Merle let out a series of swearing. Daryl wondered why and entered the shop. Nothing. He walked towards the back of the store and found an empty looking office.

"I'm going ta get tha fuckin' car!" he heard Merle scream behind him. Daryl ignored him and stared at the blood stains on the ground along with Harley's hunting knife.