The man that Rick had killed had been right. The rest of his group had now joined the party. There were people everywhere. Bullets flying, punches being thrown, screaming and yelling and other countless noises slicing through the cool air. I couldn't tell who was friend or foe. It was like re-living the previous night, only this time it was more violent, with a sense of urgency. The people who had arrived were more ruthless, and more plentiful. Picking up the pace, I sprinted through people, pushing and shoving them out of my way with Merle by my side.

''Daryl!'', I called out as I searched for him frantically. It was impossible to see through the throngs of people who were beating each other mercilessly . My heart leaped when I saw a tall sturdy man nearby drop to the ground with an arrow lodged in his skull. Whipping my head around, I tried to see where it came from. Another arrow whooshed past me, and I called his name again but it was lost in the cacophony of sounds . Retrieving the two arrows that I knew were reusable, I was stupidly distracted and was knocked to the ground before I even knew someone had approached me. A man began hitting me in the stomach as hard as he could. His red hair was a blur as he moved so quickly, not letting me breathe. I couldn't get my hands to my knife on my belt, so instead I began violently scratching at his face. He screamed out in pain, as someone caught a fistful of his hair and dragged him off me. Breathless, I clambered to my feet as Merle finished off my attacker.

''You ok?'', he yelled placing his hands quickly on the back of my head to check for blood.

''I'm fine'', I shoved him away, calling out Daryls name again.

''We have to get out of here'', Merle yelled over the noise, kicking a guy back and shooting him sloppily, catching him in the shoulder.

''Are you crazy?'', I screamed outraged.

''Mia-'', he began, but I pulled my arm from his grasp and continued on. Everyone was too preoccupied with their own troubles to even notice. I slipped past dozens of people unnoticed. Running headfirst into Rick, he turned on me wildly raising his hand to strike. A glint of recognition flitted in his eyes, as he grabbed my shoulders roughly. His face and hair was yet again covered in blood. This time I think it was mostly his.

''Get back to the house, get the cars and as many people as you can and GET OUT'', he hollered shoving me forcefully away from him. Stumbling backwards from the force of his push, I was steadied by a strong pair of arms and steered away.

'Stop!'', I screamed, raising my knife ready to attack, only to find the very person I had been searching for.

''Get the cars '', Daryl yelled as he grabbed my face in his bloody hands. His eyes were clouded with fear and determination as we exchanged an intense glance. Nodding, I turned on my heel and sprinted back the way I had come. Meeting Merle along the way, I sunk my nails into his arm and dragged him with me, yelling the plan at him.

Arriving at the house, Merle kicked the door in, telling everyone we were leaving. The few people that had been left in the house were already prepared, all packed up and waiting on standby. They had even packed up everyone else's things. Grabbing armfuls of random bags food and weapons, we loaded up the four cars on the lawn, and assigned a driver to each car. Scrambling into the nearest one , I turned the keys with trembling hands and took off towards the war. Gripping the wheel tightly, I slowed as I began hitting off people who were stumbling around injured. Locking the doors, I tried to remember where Rick and Daryl had been. I recalled seeing two rather large local flags fluttering in the breeze above me when I had been tackled to the ground, so I decided that was my best shot at finding them. They couldn't have moved too far from that area. Praying they hadn't strayed from where I left them, I began honking the horn, screaming at people to get out of my way as if I were a downtown New Yorker in rush hour traffic with extreme road rage. A few people tried to get into the car, a few even raised their weapons. Gripping my own gun in one hand and the wheel in the other, I pressed on quickly. Two men fell up on the bonnet, beating each other, hardly noticing me. Preparing to reverse quickly and fling the men off my car, I noticed one of them was wearing a very distinctive light brown sherifs shirt.

''Rick!'', I screamed opening the window a fraction so he could hear me. Planting a bulled in his enemies head, he turned to me, dazed by the blinding headlights. I unlocked the car and he slid quickly into the passenger seat. Clicking the locks shut again, I set out in search of Daryl.

''Lori? Carl ? Judith '', he listed their names with his voice laced with fear.

''They're all ok. They're waiting in the cars at the house. '', He slumped in the seat, running his hands through his hair in relief. Coming to his senses, he opened his window fully and shot people as we passed, trying desperately to help our group members who were still out there. I realized sadly It was too late for them, they were either dying or already dead.

When we found Daryl we were surrounded by people, engulfed in the crowd. I couldn't unlock the doors without risking them getting in. Rick had even abandoned shooting passers by, as he rolled up the window. They were hitting their hands off the windows, threading to kill us if we didn't get out, some were begging to be let in. They were mindlessly attacking people, they were even killing their own. Kicking shooting and punching all around him, Daryl glanced at the car helplessly, realizing we couldn't open the doors.

''Leave!"', He boomed turning and stabbing a woman. My brain felt as if it were on fire as I desperately tried to devise a plan that could work. Looking up I noticed sunlight was filtering into the small car. Quickly opening the sunroof, I screamed his name and pointed to the roof. Understanding what I was saying, he got a running start , climbed up onto the bonnet of the car, ran up the windscreen and forced his body clumsily into the backseat.

''I've never been so happy to see you '', he panted as I floored it, not caring that I was running people over.

''Merle?'', he asked nervously as he quickly reloaded a rifle that I had left on the backseat.

''He's at the house with the others, waiting for us'', I explained impatiently, catching sight of Glenn Maggie and Michonne who were back to back in the heart of everything. With the cover of Daryl hanging out of the sunroof with a rifle and Rick shooting out the window, we unlocked a door to let them in. Piling into the backseat, they were tangled up as they shut the door with difficultly. Pushing my foot to the floor and tugging the wheel, I did a very rough turn and began speeding back towards our house, knocking people down recklessly as I went. There was a small part of me that felt terrible for not helping others, for driving past as people begged me to stop… but I had to take care of my own. The people in this car were family, and I would do anything I had to do to keep them safe.

I didn't even stop the car as we approached the house, I just slowed down to allow the other three cars to pull out in front of me. Flashing their hazard lights at me to let me know they were ok, we drove past the ''Welcome To Newozets'' signs without a backwards glance.