So this is WAY longer than I wanted, but if I'd cut it off where I wanted to there would have been no action (again). It also wasn't at all how I planned it in my head but as I wrote I realized that some things had to go this way instead of another. I feel like I drew this out a lot and I'm not sure if it flows the way I wanted it to. Don't expect longer chapters like these, but that's not to say that there won't be some like it in the future. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 36

Keegan was asleep in Amy's arms when the couple emerged back into the firelight. Molly walked toward her friend and gave her a grateful smile after she'd lifted the infant into her own arms and retreated to where Daryl was still standing at the edge of the group.

"Before we all head to bed," Rick started, "I figured we should nail down some details about this impromptu move. Just to recap, some of the group feels that this is the best thing to do. This school that Maggie told us about sounds safe from what Glenn and T-Dog have told me, and we would be able to set up our lives in a real building with walls and doors, not these tents. I know that this farm is like a safe haven to us, an unexpected sanctuary in this crazy world, and I would like nothing more than to be able to make it our home. But it's not practical with our needs as far as shelter and protection. I know there are also some of us that would rather stay here than move on again. Basically I'd just like to get a head count for tomorrow, who is moving on and who is planning to stay here?"

Everyone was looking around at each other and Molly could just watch the expressions on each person's face with her own face scrunched up in confusion. She didn't understand why there was any hesitation from them, this place clearly wasn't safe!

"I'm staying," Glenn said quietly, breaking the lull that had fallen on them. "Maggie and me, we kind of have something going on and…I don't want to leave her here. I'd like to try to convince the Greene's, Patricia, and Jimmy to come to the school with us if that's alright? I just think it will take a while so I can't come until I know for sure if I've convinced them."

"They would be welcome to join us," Rick replied, "and if you can't convince them we would welcome you with open arms Glenn. This isn't about breaking up the group or leaving people behind, it's about the safety of the kids and the fact that we can build a life at this school. None of us will shun you or deny you coming back into the group if things don't work out here for you."

Molly bit her lip and looked down at Keegan. What if she didn't get a chance to 'build a life' at the school? For all she and Daryl knew the scratch on her arm was just ticking down the minutes until her death. What if she never got to see Keegan walk or hear his first word? Finn had just begun to really attempt speaking before he'd died, she didn't know how she could handle possibly missing out on it twice.

Then there was Daryl, who was clearly taking this threat as badly as she was if his trip into the darkness earlier was any indication. She had steered clear of men after Aaron on purpose, sure that they would all let her down like he had, but Daryl had somehow broken through the walls she'd put up and she realized that he had come to mean more to her in the short time they'd known each other than Aaron had in all the time they'd been together. She knew that, given enough time, she could fall in love with Daryl. She also knew that even though he put on a tough face, April's death had destroyed him. He had lost almost everyone that mattered to him, and she couldn't imagine what would happen if she left him alone just like everyone else had. Even in her mind she knew that sounded conceited, but she reminded herself that she didn't think it to make herself feel more important, that was just how things were. Her death would break him all over again and she obviously wouldn't be there to pick him back up again.

She was pulled back into the present conversation by Daryl nudging her gently in the ribs. Rick was saying something about preparation plans for the morning, but Molly didn't really care about how things should be packed up; all she wanted to do what lay down and forget all about the school. "I'm going to lay down, put Keegan to bed," she whispered to Daryl before walking away from the discussion in the middle of Rick's rant.

The tent she shared with Daryl had never looked so welcoming as she slipped inside and laid Keegan on his nest of blankets and pulled one over top of his sleeping form. Several minutes when by as she stood over him, watching him slumber, not knowing how messed up the world was, not aware of anything except those things that babies knew, like that they were hungry, or dirty, or no one was paying attention to them. Sometimes Molly wished things could be as easy for her.

After a while she went about changing into some sleep appropriate clothes. Living the way they did had taught them a few things. Travel appropriate sleep attire was a must, because if you got overrun in the night and had no time to grab clothes there was no way in hell you wanted to be running around in a nighty. Socks were also worn by most of them, because it was important to protect the feet and having to pause to put socks on before shoes could cost you your life, and if worst came to worst you could always run in socks better than barefooted. Molly's sleep clothes consisted of a long sleeved shirt, a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, and the socks she'd worn all day despite how gross they felt on her feet.

She was laying on her stomach, inspecting the scratch when the tent flap fluttered and Daryl came in. She could sense him watching her, standing unmoving by the entrance. "It's redder," she whispered.

Daryl came around to crouch in front of her and took her arm to inspect for himself. "You put anything on it? Like antibacterial stuff?"

"I didn't think about it," she replied with a headshake. "We didn't have any in the car on the way back and then I got distracted by stuff here."

He grunted in response before pivoting a little to pull a little first aid kit from one of their bags. The ointment was cool on her skin but stung as it rubbed into the scratch. Once he'd finished thoroughly covering the length of the injury, he pulled out one of the larger bandages and stuck it on for her and then got up without a word to get ready for bed.

Molly was still awake and staring up at the roof of the tent when he finally laid down on the other side of Keegan. She could feel his eyes on her face, knew he was probably laying on his back with his arms crossed behind his head watching her. Eventually, she broke the silence. "Why are you staring at me Daryl?"

"Figured you'd be sleepin by now, just wondered why you ain't?" his soft, gruff voice filtering through the tent.

"I'm afraid," she admitted quietly. "What if I turn in the night and you don't realize it? I'm putting you in danger being here, I'm putting Keegan in danger."

"No you ain't! How bout…you'll notice if you start feelin sick and hot right? If it happens, wake me up and I'll stay up with you, make sure nothin happens."

If was pretty much the only logical thing to do, she decided. The only other thing she could think of was making Daryl stay awake all night standing guard over her, and he needed the sleep too much for her to put that additional burden on him. And he was right that she would notice if she was getting sick, even while she slept, and she'd have the time to let him know. "Alright, I'll let you know if I feel sick. You should get some sleep, you don't get nearly enough sleep compared to all you do during the day."

He didn't respond to her observation, just mutter a 'night' and went silent until finally his breathing evened out and she was sure he was asleep.

She tried to follow him into slumber but it took several hours before sleep too her too, and when she woke up her breathing was coming raggedly from her lungs, sweat glistened lightly on her forehead and her whole body ached when she moved it. There was also a pulsating pain radiating from the scratch on her arm and her opposite hand came up to apply pressure because sometimes that helped to dull the pain. A scream almost tore from her lips at the slightest touch of her fingers on the bandage covering the wound and her heartbeat picked up as panic began to set in.

The noise coming from outside the tent told her it was morning already, and the absence of Daryl and Keegan told her that he'd let her sleep in. Normally she was up before everyone else with Keegan, and she wondered if he was being nice to her by letting her sleep or if he feared for Keegan's safety around her so he took him away.

It took her twenty minutes to get dressed, her mind felt foggy and none of her limbs seemed to be working correctly, not to mention every time she moved pain flared in her joints. Finally she was dressed and crawled slowly out of the tent to see Miranda and Amy packing up the last of the lawn chairs. She could see Eliza, Louis, and Carl sitting out in the sun on a blanket with Bear and Keegan in Carl's lap and she couldn't help but smile slightly. Daryl had come so far from that possessive man at the quarry who would only let her and Merle hold the baby. Now everyone who wanted to was allowed and he'd even let Miranda and Amy watch him while they were gone.

"Hey, we were just about to wake you, you okay?" Amy asked, wiping her hands on her jeans. "Daryl said you were pretty beat from the run yesterday so we should let you sleep as long as possible. I've just never known you to sleep this late."

"I'm fine," Molly replied quietly even as her body started trembling slightly with the effort of just standing upright. "I might be coming down with a cold or something," she lied. There was no reason to worry anyone until she talked to Daryl. "Are we all ready to go?"

Miranda nodded as she came to join the remaining women of the group. "We just need to take down your tent and then we're all set. The men are trying to convince Hershel that the farm isn't safe, but I think Daryl might be out hunting or something. I'm not sure. We can get your tent Molly, if you're really getting sick you need to be –," Miranda was cut off by the shrill scream of her daughter.

The sound tore all of their attention to the four children sitting in the grass, but the action made Molly's head spin and she stumbled a moment as she lost her balance. When she was able to focus again she saw the walkers headed for the kids and ran after Amy and Miranda, who'd already begun to run forward while she was disoriented.

Eliza and Louis were holding onto each other, frozen in fear as the walkers bore down on them, at least twenty of the creatures all moaning and reaching with their hands despite the distance still between them. Carl was struggling to stand, his injury and Keegan in his arms seeming to pain and confuse him at the same time. Bear was barking and whining, pacing back and forth between the Morales children and Carl, clearly unsure what to do.

"Louis! Take Keegan from Carl. Eliza, help Carl stand and get out of here!" Amy commanded as she pulled her knife from its sheath at her side.

The kids felt into action immediately. Louis scooped Keegan from Carl's arms and tried unsuccessfully to calm the baby's cries while Eliza took Carl's hand and helped him get to his feet. Once all three kids were upright, Carl took Keegan back. The baby wasn't as small as he once was and Louis was clearly having trouble holding him, and Molly took a second to admire the older boy for taking the initiative to realize his younger friend needed help. She didn't have long to think about it though because suddenly the walkers were on them and she was grappling with a large woman who was strong despite her undead status. The walker's strength coupled with Molly's shaking, achy, weakened body put her at a disadvantage but somehow she was able to get her knife up into the brain before the walker could take a bite out of her.

She was able to dispatch three more walkers before another cry filled the air. She wiped around to see Louis cut off from Eliza and Carl, two walkers heading for him. It took her a second to kill the walker closest to her and then she was on her way, trying to avoid the walkers that were cutting her off from Louis, but it seemed like more just kept coming. She knew Amy and Miranda were here with her somewhere, doing what they could against the walkers, but neither seemed to be anywhere near her or Louis.

Two yards away from Louis, Molly was cut off yet again by a set of walkers both dressed in sleep apparel and both coming at her at the same time. She took a step back, trying to make them put distance between them so she could have a chance to kill them but they continued to move forward at a steady pace like two horses hitched to a wagon. With a battle cry she lunged forward suddenly, trying to strike down the one on the right, closest to her knife, but somehow the walker's hand came up and knocked the blood slicked knife from her hand. Her sudden action caused another dizzy spell and black spots to flicker in front of her vision and she began to panic as she moved backward. She could see just enough to know how close the walkers were but she didn't have her knife anymore, her last resort was the gun tucked into the back of her pants that she technically wasn't allowed to have.

Daryl hadn't gotten around to teaching her how to shoot a gun yet, they were trying to stick primarily to soundless weapons, but she figured it couldn't be that hard to hit a target so close to her. She was right, the walker's head exploded as the report from the gunshot rang in her ears. Struggling against the ill feeling in her body, she got to her feet, aimed and fired at the other walker that'd been close to her and looked around, trying to get her bearings and find Louis again. But just as she pinpointed the boy, he let out another cry, this one filled with fear and pain as one of the walkers lunged suddenly and caused the boy to fall backward on his arm.

"No!" she screamed, running forward, coming right up to walkers and pressing the gun against their heads as she shot and moved on to Louis. She noticed her knife on the ground a few paces in front of her and scooped it up as she ran the last bit of distance to the screaming, crying child. Her knife slammed through the walker's head and it fell to the side as Louis fell forward into her arms.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay," she moaned over and over again, cradling the boy's head to her chest and rocking them both back and forth, her eyes closed tight against the situation. She forgot about the walkers still loose, about Miranda and Amy fighting them off, she didn't notice when Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Dale arrived to help dispatch the last of them. All that was real was the boy in her lap with the broken arm and the sobs wracking his body, all that mattered was him, and she was taken back to that day at the CDC when she'd carried him and Keegan up the steps before the explosion could take them all down. She couldn't make herself speak out so Miranda would come to them so she just sat with him, rocked him, held him against her, and cried with him.

"Louis?" she could hear Miranda's out of breath voice behind her. "Louis? Eliza where is Louis? Has anyone seen him?" her voice was frantic now. "Molly, did you see Louis? Did he go inside?"

Molly let out a whimper, her eyes stinging as more tears gathered and spilled over and she just sat there shaking her head, rocking the boy back and forth. He'd gone quiet in her arms but he was crying, she could feel the convulsions as he tried to catch his breath around the sobs.

"No," Miranda said as she realized that Molly was holding her son. Moments later she was at Molly's side and a loud sigh echoed from her lips as she gathered her son from Molly's arms and hugged him to herself instead. Molly watched silently as Morales came into view with Daryl, took one look around before seeing his wife and son on the ground and ran forward to join them. Daryl barely hesitated before coming to her and gathered her into his own arms.

"Shouldn't we do something? Won't the bones be messed up if we don't put it right?" Glenn asked urgently, his voice tight, his eyes on Rick.

"We have some time before the bones fuse, just give them a chance to calm him down and make sure he's okay," Rick replied with an almost defeated voice.

"Mom?" came a different, young, distinctly female voice that wavered with tears of its own. Everyone looked at the newcomer with confusion as Beth ran forward toward one of the walkers. Molly remembered that one, it was the one she's shot with the gun, the first one, the one that's head exploded. She couldn't help wondering how the girl even recognized the walker, half of its face was missing after all.

"What's going on here?" Hershel demanded. He, Maggie, Patricia, and Jimmy had come out of the house after the men and were now standing in a huddled group, horrified expressions on all of their faces. "What have you done?"

"It was a walker attack," Rick explained quietly, tearing his eyes away from where Beth was crouched over her mother's dead body. "We had no choice, we couldn't wait for you to 'handle it'."

Hershel's eyes swept back and forth over the massacre, walker bodies strewn all over the grass until his eyes fell on the Morales family. "I told you no guns, that rule was completely disregarded. What right do you have to come here and upend our lives? How dare you think you have the right to murder innocent people just because you're scared of them!"

Molly felt herself shaking, and now she wasn't sure if it was because of her sickness or if it was the rage that was coursing through her body. She'd told him that he was wrong, told him how dangerous these creatures were, and because he didn't listen they were unprepared. She struggled to her feet, her legs wobbling, and had to put a firm hand on Daryl's shoulder to stop him from restraining her as she stumbled forward and slapped the man across the face.

"Wake the fuck up you delusional old man! These," she kicked one of the walkers at her feet in the head, "are not people! They stopped being people the minute they died! And that's what they do! They die! You're a veterinarian! You should know that death is final, a person can't just miraculously come back from the dead. These walkers, they are not your wife or son, or neighbor, they are emotionless, personality vacant, flesh hungry dead bodies that have no purpose expect to eat the skin from your bones. And because you are so determined to be completely delusional, you've put us all in danger and Louis…" She couldn't get the words out she was so angry. Tears that reflected that anger were falling swiftly from her eyes again. "All of this is your fault," she accused, hatred clear in her eyes.

Everyone was looking at her, she could feel their eyes on her skin, but she didn't look at any of them, just focused her gaze on Hershel and wished for the first time in her life that looks really could kill, because God knew that this opinionated, self-righteous old man deserved death much more than Miranda's little boy, and she shuddered to think how close to death he'd been. But as she looked at him, she felt pressure building in her lungs from all the excitement and she began coughing until she was doubled over, and then on her knees when her legs became too weak to hold her up.

"Mol? You alright?" Daryl asked gruffly as he gently pulled her back to her feet.

She tried to shake her head but a fresh wave of dizziness overcame her and she let out a moan as her stomach rolled. "No," she whispered when the feeling had passed. Her eyes flashed up to meet his and she could see the concern on his face as one of his hands came up to wipe some sweat from her brow and take her temperature. "I…I need to lie down."

His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed but she didn't get a chance to even attempt to reassure him because he just scooped her up and carried her to where his truck was parked and laid her inside. She tried to protest but he disappeared, only to reappear again with a pillow and blankets. "I'd put ya back in the tent but I wanna take it down and get the hell of this farm," he explained as he wrapped the blanket around her tightly. "Sorry it ain't comfortable."

"It's alright," she breathed. "Go back and help the others, I'll be fine."

Once the sound of his footsteps disappeared she closed her eyes and tried to stop the shudders that rippled through her body. She could hear shouting, but was too far away and too miserable to make out what was being said. In the old world she would have put herself on bed rest if she'd been sick like this, but there was too much to do now to lay around all day. There was no doubt that exerting herself against the walkers had probably only made her more sick much faster, but she had had no choice.

She was woken from a sweaty, fitful sleep by the sound and jostling of something being thrown in the back of the truck and jerked upright, heart pounding. Peering through the back window, she sighed when she saw Daryl adjusting the position of the tent he'd just thrown in before he looked up, saw her, and headed for the driver's side of the vehicle.

"How you doin?" he asked, opening the door and gently lifting her so she was leaning against him and he could slid into his seat.

All she could do was shake her head, she didn't know how she was doing, and she couldn't offer him any kind of encouraging speech because she didn't have one, didn't know if she would be fine, if she'd get better and everything would go back to normal.

The truck rumbled to life while she was preoccupied and she managed to get one word out through her parched, sore, swollen throat. "Keegan."

"Left him with Amy and Rick. Didn't want ya to have to deal with him. You can go back to sleep, be a little bit til we get to the school," he replied.

So they were leaving…she wanted to ask about Louis, see how bad his arm was broken, if they'd set it yet, but she was already succumbing to the darkness that was her sickness addled mind. The next time she woke it was dark and slightly cooler than it had been before. She carefully sat up and realized that she wasn't in the truck anymore, she was in a room, lying on a couch, and it was dark because the windows were covered to deter walkers and prying eyes. A moan escaped her lips as pain radiated from her body as she moved onto her side and laid back down, one arm grasping the blanket tightly, the other folded under her pillow and her head.

"Molly?" a tearful voice asked in the darkness.

"Louis?" she said hoarsely, lifting her head enough to see the rest of the room. There he was, laying in a ball on the arm chair that matched the couch, and even with the windows covered she could see the tears glistening on his cheeks. "Why are you alone?"

"Mom went to get some water. She doesn't want me to move too much, since we haven't found anything for a cast or something. Are you sick?" he asked.

So Daryl hadn't told them about the scratch? Or at least not about its possible origins, because if he had there was no way Miranda would have left Louis alone with her like this. "Yeah buddy, I am. Where is everyone?" her throat was killing her and her mind was fuzzy to the point where just getting these simple words out was a challenge.

"They're taking the walkers outside. I think they're going to start cleaning too, and set up a watch. I'm not sure, mom kind of just rushed me in here with you so I didn't get to see much." The boy sounded resentful of this fact, Molly noticed. Probably because a boy his age would love to go exploring a place like this.

"Where's Keegan and Carl? And your sister?"

"Daryl was worried that you might get Keegan sick, so he told Carl to go to a different room and play with him. Liza is out there with Amy, I think they're beginning the cleaning part. Mom thought that it'd be better to put her to work than let her sit around when there's things need doing. I'm kind of glad for this," he said with a chuckle and a pointed finger at his arm.

Molly saw now that someone had put the bones back in place, but there was nothing on it to keep it that way, no split or anything, hence the reason Louis was sitting with her. Although, she didn't understand why he wasn't in the other room with Carl. She didn't have time to think about it as shivers overcame her, followed closely by what felt like boiling in her blood. It was so hot it made her cry out and throw off the blanket before curling into a ball and whimpering, wishing it would stop. Through the fire raging through her body she heard Louis yell for his mom, and then a commotion as the room flooded with lamplight, bodies, and voices.

"Molly, tell me what's wrong," Daryl demanded but as soon as he touched her she flinched away, the mere feel of his warm hand making her burn all the more.

"It burns!" she cried, "I'm burning!"

"No ya ain't," Daryl responded, aware now that he shouldn't touch her but unwilling to leave her side.

"What's wrong with her?" Louis asked, his voice shaky with pain and worry.

"I'm not sure sweetie, I've never see the flu do that to someone," Miranda said softly, trying to comfort her son. "It actually looks like…" she trailed off with a gasp.

Daryl turned minutely away and Molly could see around his shoulder to Miranda's fear-filled face. The woman had figured it out; she knew that Molly was infected, even if she didn't know how, and there was no way she was going to keep it to herself.

"It looks like what?" Rick asked, he'd never seen anyone infected, never seen the fever take them or how the pain wracked their bodies.

"She's been bitten," Miranda whispered. The hesitation in her voice told Molly that she was worried about how the revelation would affect her friend. "She's not sick, she's…she's infected."

Molly let out a fresh scream as a new wave of fire swept through her and coordinated itself with Miranda's accusation. She could hear the muffled, loud voices of the rest of the group but the blood pounding in her head drowned out the words and all she could do was lay huddled in the fetal position praying for the pain to stop.

"She ain't bit," Daryl growled, coming to his feet in one fluid motion and walking toward the others who were standing in a close group discussing their newest predicament.

"Then explain to us why she looks just like everyone else who's ever been infected," Amy said, almost pleading with him to come up with some kind of alternate explanation.

"It's a scratch, happened when we cleared this place. We didn't know if it was a walker or not though, didn't wanna say anythin til we were sure," Daryl responded. He wasn't sure if he'd ever heard a louder silence after his words sunk in.

Amy was the first one to recover from the news, she crossed her arms firmly and looked around at them all. "What do we do?"

"You ain't doin shit," Daryl grunted. "I'm take care of her, try to get her fever down, anythin. Gunna go in ta town and find a mattress to bring back, that couch can't be too good for her. None of ya'll are gunna touch her while I'm gone, got it?"

"Daryl," Rick said in that voice he used when he was trying to sound understanding but came off more condescending than anything. "You know what happens now. A mattress isn't going to help her. You know better than I do, the infection doesn't stop, everyone dies once it's introduced to their body. It's only a matter of time, don't you think you should be here with her?"

Daryl glared at him. "I don't care what you think, she ain't layin on that couch longer'n she has to, she'll be just fine til I get back. Now move!"

They made a path for him but their eyes followed him sadly as he pushed the door open and then grabbed his crossbow on the way out the front door. The sound of his truck engine turning over and then disappearing was all they heard for several minutes. Once it disappeared, each of them turned back to look at Molly where she lay whimpering and crying on the couch.

"What are we going to do?" Glenn asked this time.

Miranda had been silent since she'd made the discovery of Molly's infection and a thoughtful expression had taken root on her face and she bit her lip. "What if we can save her?"

The one sentence grabbed everyone attention. "Haven't you been listening? Haven't you been around since day one?" Amy demanded. "You can't save someone who's been bitten!"

"She wasn't bit," Miranda replied evenly despite the anger she was feeling. "She was scratched. What if we're just assuming that a scratch kills? I mean a walker's mouth has to be teeming with the virus, but the hands aren't necessarily exposed overly much to it. And from what I've seen of the walkers we dragged out of here, they were all pretty clean. What if there was a way to control the fever enough to help her survive it? I mean, that's what kills you right? The fever? If we can get it down then shouldn't she be just fine?"

"You might be right Miranda," Dale offered hesitantly. "The least we can do is try."

"Hold on," T-Dog said. "Wouldn't the hospitals have tried to get the fevers down? And wouldn't that have slowed down the spreading of this thing? If doctors with medicine and technology at their disposal couldn't stop it how can we?"

"Way to be a pessimist T," Amy replied. "I'm betting that most people who ended up at the hospital had been bitten, in which case it's almost impossible that doctors were able to help. People who were scratched would have thought nothing of it, and even if they'd gone in, the hospitals were overrun almost immediately by bitten walkers. We have no proof that Miranda's idea won't work. I say we try."

Everyone else nodded their agreement. "Alright, we need to move her into a separate room once Daryl gets back with his mattress. We can't risk her being around the kids. And then we need to figure out how to bring the fever down. Maybe go back and talk to Hershel about medicine that might help, find some water to wipe her down and try to cool her off. And someone needs to get up on the roof to take watch," Rick ordered in his 'leader' voice.

"I'm going back to the farm today anyway," Glenn said, "I'll ask Hershel what he recommends. I'm not sure he'll be willing to help though, after how Molly talked to him. Then I'll come back with whatever info he gives me."

"And I'll take watch," T-Dog was already halfway out of the room by the time he spoke so Rick just nodded his appreciation.

"Alright, the rest of us should go out and see if we can find some water. Hopefully there's a stream nearby or that's going to be a problem."

It suddenly got very quiet in the room and Molly cracked her eyes open a little only to have her vision blurred by the spots that come when you have your eyes closed to tightly. The wave of fire and intense pain had passed for the moment but she still ached all over and was afraid to move. It reminded of her of her labor with Finn, how the contractions had come at different time intervals but they always came again, but this pain was so much worse than that had been. She knew she was in for another wave soon and whimpered in fearful anticipation. A soft, small hand came out to grip her own and her eyes moved up to see Miranda kneeling on the ground beside her, trying to offer comfort.

"Everything will be alright Molly, we're going to get you through this," she heard Miranda whisper before the pain and heat came back, slammed through her body and threw her into unconsciousness.

Just did a basic spell/grammar check so sorry for mistakes! A couple notes, Louis was supposed to get bitten (that's even how I wrote it) but I couldn't follow through, so if there's any inconsistencies I'm sorry, I tried to catch them all. Also, I don't know how a person who's been infected really feels or what they go through so I'm pretty much making that part up, hope it's alright!

Side note: How did you all like Sunday's episode? I loved all the action but hated Daryl's tiny 5 second part.

Review and let me know how I'm doing, what I need to work on, any ideas…etc. Thanks!