Hey guys! So, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this one. This one was so much fun for me to write as I was able to get back into Chloe's mindset for the series. I can't wait for you all to see what's coming up.

I would like to make a note that the two stories that I had polls for, the polls got closed and deleted earlier than planned. I am just taking the information that I have already gotten and making my decision from those replies. I am sorry for the suddenness, but after being informed of them breaking some guidelines and rules, I took them off for safety of this account.

I would like to make it known, I have discovered that I have been misspelling "Tyreese". I was not aware of this until now and I will be spelling it correctly in the future.

I do not have any shout-outs to give for this chapter, so let's get onto the story!

Chloe POV

Leaving the prison this time was harder than I thought it would be, although that could be because it's now gone and we have nowhere to go. We were walking, trying to find somewhere to set up camp for a night – somewhere we could collect ourselves. After dark, we did find a run-down house that Tyreese and Carl searched while Sasha and I stayed outside with Judith, but I got some looks when I turned down the clear out. They didn't find anyone, but they did find food for us to eat, so we sat on the floor to eat. Tyreese had boarded the door up and checked the boards elsewhere to ensure our safety for the night while I made a fire quickly.

"What will the baby eat? I mean, we didn't find any baby food here" Tyreese says right before I throw my bag at him.

"I found that on the ground at the prison. It has formula for her."

Sasha takes on making the formula and feeding Judith while I massage my leg which earns me another look. I didn't lift my pant leg and check it or anything as I knew it would cause more problems. We didn't need me whining about my leg hurting while we had to survive, but Carl doesn't seem to know that.

"Chloe, are you okay? You've been nursing your leg since we left the prison"

"I'm fine. Just a little sore, but it'll go away" I tell him, attempting to convince him. Unfortunately, one of the embers of the fire lands of my pants and I hit it with my hand a little too hard (trying to put the ember out) which makes me yelp out.

Sasha grabs Judith, Tyreese holds me down and Carl cuts the bottom half of my pant leg off. I have a cut on my leg going from the tip of my knee to my ankle while the rest of my leg is turning purple. My veins are blue and whatever skin isn't purple is red from my blood. I guess one could say that I'm a bloody mess.

"What the hell?!" Carl says a little too loudly. He cuts off a piece of his shirt while Tyreese grabs some stuff that they found in the house.

Before I know what's happening, Carl is holding Judith while Tyreese is holding me down and Sasha is cleaning my wound. She puts some stuff on and says it'll burn, but I refuse to let anything show. Then, after wrapping my leg, she grabs some pills and practically forces them down my throat. They only let me go after I swallow them.

"How did your leg get like that?" She asks.

I can see their anger clear as day, "When we were at the prison. I was on the tower that got shot down. I was able to jump off before the tower went down, but I didn't control it. Ended up getting the cut from debris and the ground."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Carl asks, "We could have made it better before it got this bad"

"We were in the middle of a war. We lost our home. Were shoved back into the harsh reality that is survival against the living dead. We have a baby with us. We were stranded. We lost a majority of our group. We did not need me whining about such a little wound. It wasn't worth it." I say pointedly to them all.

I try to stand, but my leg had gone completely numb at this point and Sasha barely caught me. I thank her, but feel arms wrap around me. One goes behind my back while the other goes under me.

"You can't walk, but I can carry you. You need to stay off that foot for a bit" Tyreese says before laying me on the couch. "Rest. We'll wake you if anything happens".

I fell asleep almost instantly, but end up regretting it just as quickly. I was back in that place. The one that I swore to burn to the ground when I figured out how to. I could hear their laughs. I could feel my back splitting open again and my head getting bashed against the wall. I could hear screaming and suddenly found myself watching me. I saw myself lying on the ground, naked and covered in blood, scared to close my eyes for even a second.

My eyes shoot open and I immediately take in my surroundings; reminding myself that I'm not there anymore. Carefully sitting up, I lean against the arm of the chair while sharpening my knives on each other and taking care of my gun. I take the pistol apart, clean it and put it together again. I would do it to the gun I found at the prison, but that was currently leaning against the wall across the room. Sighing, I continue sharpening my knives.

The sun starts rising when Tyreese pops up the next day. He takes in the weapons next to me and lets out a low groan, maybe he's upset that I didn't sleep too much. He disappears in the kitchen only to reappear with two pieces of meat. Holding one out to me, he takes a seat on the table and gives me a look.

"Did you sleep at all last night or just stay up sharpening you knives?" he asks.

"I tried to sleep, but couldn't. So I started doing this as a way to waste time and it worked as it's now daytime."

"Chloe, you need to rest. It'll help you heal faster and that means you can be back on your feet sooner." He says, but I just shrug at him. I honestly, couldn't care. "Look, I owe you an apology. When you left, I made a joke about you getting yourself killed out there on your own, but I didn't really know you. I'm sorry"

"Why did you think I would get myself killed? What was your reasoning behind it?" I ask, clearly surprising him.

"I thought the others held you in such a high regard because they pitied you, but I saw how you handled that injury earlier. I saw you at the prison before it went to hell and how you took charge, trying to save everyone. How you gunned down those men to save Carl and how close you held Judith to your chest in order to protect her. I underestimated you and you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry"

I can't help but laugh at first, "They don't hold me in a high regard. They could pity me, but I don't know why they would – they have no reason to."

"Glenn and Michonne seem to. I made that joke in front of Glenn and he all but bashed my head in the wall for it. Was adamant that you just needed time and that you would survive- said that you would return because you said that you would. Said that you're tough and if I said anything like it again that he would hand me over to Rick. Michonne held her blade to my throat and said you would kill me where I stood if you knew."

"I would've, but you have learned to not underestimate me. So I won't. I didn't know Glenn cared that much – or Michonne for that matter. How long are we staying in this building?" I ask him trying to change the subject.

Seemingly glad for the change, he put a small smile on his face. "Until your leg heals up a bit more. We want you to be able to walk. You're the strongest one in this group and if you're down then we're screwed."

"Do we have a plan for that time or no?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

The other two come down ten minutes later and grab a small bit to eat, Sasha quickly checking my leg. I thank her for the help and she is surprised, but smiles at me to say 'no problem'.

The day goes by slowly. The others try to make plans that fall through quickly while I just sit there cleaning all of our guns and making sure they are ready to be used. I just sit there quietly, listening to every plan and every flaw. It made the day more enjoyable.

That night, Sasha has me try to stand and I show that I can walk with no assistance needed. This was our sign to leave. I was carrying Judith, her food in a small satchel, and a couple guns, along with my knives. The others had split up the rest of our materials between them as they were still the 'fighters' in our group as per my leg. We followed Tyreese as he led us down the street, keeping out of the woods for safety reasons, but stop in at rivers to grab water to boil and drink later.

I stay on the outskirts of the woods while the other three go in to get the water. A quick in and out job that takes ten minutes max. They don't need me to go with them and babysit how they get the water. A cop car stops across the road from me and a uniformed man steps out. He has something in his hand and I can hear him talking to someone with it. A radio.

"Just tell Beth to clean the study or she'll have to clean out the traps. I don't see how this is so fucking difficult for you to understand" he says while taking a look around.

I hide behind the tree until his gaze passes me over. Then, without a second thought, I make my way to the car and climb underneath it. I place my feet in two makeshift footholds and grab two other bars with my hands, confirming my grip just as the car starts moving. I didn't tell the others that I was going, but I didn't have time. They would be fine. But Beth wouldn't – not if this person represents the others around her.

The car door opens and shuts, with the vehicle soon moving. I'm not paying much attention to where we're going as I'm trying to keep Judith calm and quiet – which is somehow working. Eventually I'm able to see the sun rising, telling me that we've been moving for a few hours now and that we must be getting close. I can feel the car slowing down until the eventually stops. I hear the door open again and see the guy's feet step onto the ground, watching them walk away until they're out of sight.

Once clear, I slide out from under the car and quickly go to the front where the man's radio laid. Taking the device, I run and hide behind another vehicle until he drives away. I pull off my scoped rifle and follow the vehicle, trying to see where Beth is. I see him stop outside of a hospital and walk in, but after a few minutes he doesn't return. Knowing that he isn't moving, I silently make my way to a building across the way, making sure I have clear sight of the building and its insides. Blocking the door with strewn about furniture, I set up with the gun again and aim at the building once more.

I look around the building, trying to find someone in there to assure me that people are staying there. I come across a shorter woman with brown hair in a bun and she's wearing a cop uniform, talking with some blonde. Beth. She's wearing scrubs as is a black man standing next to her, the man getting screamed at. The brunette strikes Beth, sending her falling to the ground, but the other guy in scrubs goes to help her up. I go to pick up the radio, but Judith starts crying. I pull out some of her formula, making sure she gets her fill while also keeping my eye in the hospital. When she's done I listen for walkers, but don't hear anything.

I see the brunette start to walk away, so I quickly pick up the radio. "I don't know the brunette that decided to strike Beth is, but I do know that if you go to hit her again, I'll fire"

The brunette, Beth and others around them start looking around for me, but not well enough. "Now that I've got your attention, why don't you let Beth go? Actually, you know what? Why don't you let Beth and the black man in scrubs go? That's all you gotta do"

They all look at each other and I see the brunette hand Beth something, but it's too small for me to tell what it is.

"How do you know my name?" Beth asks

"Forget me already, blondie? That's a shame. I came all this way for you. Are you okay? Hurt in any way?" I see her eyes widen, realizing who came for her.

"She's fine." The brunette says after taking back the radio. "Now reveal your position and we can discuss the terms of her release. Only hers. Unless you want me to kill her right here" she says, taking her pistol and pointing it at her head.

I line up my gun and take the shot, hitting her right between the eyes. I can see the reactions of the others and know they screamed as she dropped. I see the blood splatter on Beth's face, but I don't care about that. Only that she lives.

"To those still alive, I have no problem killing all of you in order to get Beth and the man in scrubs out. So I would think very carefully about your next move."

I see the cop from earlier step forward and pick up something from his belt, "Bring it".

So I fired.

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