Everyone was at a lost as to what to do, now that they could actually close their eyes without fear. At least for the time being. Carol had gone back to the RV; no one went in to see what she was doing. Lori and Rick were still inside the house keeping watch over Carl. Shane sat out on the steps. Glenn sat in the rocking chair. Dale, out of habit had gone on top of the RV. Andrea was sitting at a small picnic table near the house, disassembling her gun and putting it back together.

Word quickly got round to everyone that Hershel's family had lost someone while retrieving the medical supplies used to save Carl's life. Otis. Hershel and Jimmy, who apparently was the boyfriend to Beth, Hershel's youngest daughter, exited the house. They collected a wheel barrel and headed a ways off from the house. They were piling rocks into the barrel. The group watched, trying to figure out what was going on. For a split moment they all thought Carl was dead.

A young woman with shoulder length hair came out of the house, Rick and Lori close behind her. She passed through the group's small camp, going to help her father and Jimmy.

"They're going to have a service. For Otis. He saved Carl's life. I think we should all show our support," Rick said, fidgeting with his hat. No one argued.

A mound of rocks was made and Hershel read from his worn Bible. His family, one by one, placed the final rocks on top. The last rock went to Otis' wife, Patricia. When Hershel closed the Bible he looked up expectantly to Shane. When he could feel eyes bearing into him Shane looked up. His hands were stuffed in his pockets. In Otis' pockets.

"Will you say something?" Patricia asked, cradled in the arms of Maggie.

Shane shook his head. "I'm, I'm not much for words, I'd just ruin things."

"Please. I…I need to know. His final moments."

When Shane began speaking Alana stopped listening. She and Wilhelm stood behind the group. They didn't stand with Hershel and his family, nor did they stand with the Atlanta survivors.

Something wasn't right. Shane kept speaking, but Alana couldn't figure out why. Otis had sacrificed himself so Shane could get away. Get back to the farm and save Carl. Yes, it was a noble action, but Alana had seen her share of these so-called noble actions. The way Shane went on; about what Otis told him, what Otis did. No one, no one, ever remained noble that long. A person was lucky if they were able to build up the guts to do something noble, to sacrifice themselves. But no one ever wasted time going on and on about it. The decision had to be quick. There could be no hesitation. The action had to be carried out as soon as the decision was made; if just a moment was taken, wasted on telling the others to carry on, to keep fighting the good fight, then there was room to take back that decision. Alana didn't know what kind of man Otis was, but she doubted he was one who could make such a noble decision. Not on his own.

After the service, as the two groups returned to the house and the tents, Alana kept close to Wilhelm.

The young lady, Maggie, came around the camp, telling everyone they were welcomed to come into the house to clean up, to use the bathroom. While everyone was secretly ecstatic at the thought, to be able to cool off, no one rushed inside for the first shower. Likely they'd all wait till that night, when it was cooler. Taking one now, they'd just become sweaty all over again before bed.

Maggie also mentioned there were a couple of wells on the property, pointing to one that the group was welcomed to use. Dale and T-Dog volunteered to go collect some water for everyone.

Alana watched from the tent as the group began to move about; Hershel had brought out a map of the surrounding area. Rick, Shane, and Daryl joined him as he laid it out on the hood of Otis' truck. Andrea and Maggie came and joined. Curious as to what they were going over, Alana looked over to Wilhelm who was sitting on the ground outside the tent, picking through the packs. When he saw the group assembled around the truck he took the hint from his sister to get up and join in.

"You're in no state to be wandering in these woods looking for this girl. Do you know how much blood you've given in the past 24 hours? You need to rest. Tomorrow you'll have more energy to do more than just stand around. Then you can go looking for her."

Hershel was scolding Rick. The group was already wanting to go back out and search for Sophia.

"And you," Hershel started again, looking to Shane. "That ankle is bad enough as it is. You go out there you'll be lain up for at least a month. You need to keep off that foot as much as possible. Give it time to heal."

"I can take one of the cars, drive up—"

"And what do you plan to do if you find her?" Hershel cut him off. "What if you need to get to her and you can't? I don't expect you're fast on one leg."

Shane was clenching his cap in his hands. It looked like he was going to say something, but the arrival of Wilhelm stopped him. Everyone became quiet for a moment.

Daryl leant forward, pointing to a spot on the map. "I can head up here, get a good view of everything, take a look around."

"Alright," Rick said. "Daryl can get a start today, scope everything out. Then tomorrow we can start covering ground. Now that we actually have this organized we'll be able to cover more ground and move faster."

"And what do you plan to do when you find her? What if she's been bit?" Maggie asked.

"What has to be done."

"What'll you tell her mother?" Maggie sounded slightly shocked. Wilhelm noted the look that passed between her and Hershel.

Daryl's leaving of the group was like a signal to the others. Rick rolled up the map and took it with him back into the house. Wilhelm followed him up to the steps.

"You think it wise, sending Daryl out there on his own?"

"I'm not sending him. He volunteered. It's not completely wise, but Daryl knows how to look out for himself."

"All the same, maybe I should go with him."

Rick looked down at Wilhelm. It wasn't the best idea to let Daryl go off on his own. Wasn't the best idea to send someone with him either. He wasn't a 12 year old girl, but he was still left uncomfortable knowing Daryl would be out there on his own.

As Daryl came walking out from behind the house Rick called him over. Daryl just looked back and kept walking. Rick sighed and started off after him. Wilhelm close behind. As Daryl stopped Wilhelm continued on past him, back to his and Alana's tent.

"Where are you going?" Alana asked as he picked up his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder.

"He's going to go look for the girl. Take a look around. We'll be back before nightfall."

Alana nodded. She handed him his sunglasses. He stuffed them in his shirt pocket.

As he stood back up Daryl was coming towards him.

"You best not slow me down," he said as he kept walking, not looking back to see if Wilhelm was coming.

"I promise if I do you have my permission to leave me for dead." Wilhelm winked at Alana before following after him.

As they walked off Alana could have sworn she heard Daryl say, "Crazy fuckin' German."

They were all so…in sync. Not surprising. Didn't seem to matter if there were times when they rubbed each other the wrong way, they'd fall back in sync. Alana remained in her tent, peering through the mesh window. She watched as they moved about, building a fire pit, dividing the food into piles, collecting firewood. No one came by her tent. Because it was next to Daryl's, and Daryl's was set off from the others, there really was no need for anyone to walk past her at all.

"Alana?"

It was Rick. Alana zipped open the flap, he was crouching, hat back in his hands.

"Had a talk with Hershel. No easy way to put it, he's not comfortable with us having guns on his land. Now whoever is on watch on top the RV can carry, but everyone else will have to make do without. I've already gathered up ours, gave them to Dale to hold onto."

Alana eyed the two packs holding the guns and other weapons. "Those are yours and Wilhelm's, I won't ask that you hand them over to Dale. I've told Hershel that you two have, well, a rather large quantity of serious weapons and that the two of you might be more comfortable if he holds on to them. Of course, when needed you and Wilhelm can come and go, take what you need. You're welcome to keep the crossbow, machete, axe, anything but the guns. I just ask that you only keep what you need. Some of us may not take too well to not having our guns, I don't want anyone thinking they can just come over and take what they want from you."

"Of course," Alana said, stepping out of the tent after a quick moment of assessment. She kneeled down in front of the packs; she zipped the one with the guns up and handed it to Rick. She picked the tubes of bolts, two machetes, a hand axe, and a set of hunting knives out of the second pack. She set them inside the tent, zipped it back up. She slung the pack on her back and followed Rick back to the house.

"How is your son?" she asked when the silence began to bother her.

"He's better. Thank you. He woke up." Rick smiled. "Wants to get out of that bed so badly, but Hershel says he needs to stay still. Said tomorrow he can start sitting up maybe. In another day or two he can start moving around." He paused in step, waiting for Alana to reach his side. "I told him about you and Wilhelm. Told him you're both helping to find Sophia. Really wants to meet you."

Alana smiled at the ground. "We are just trying to earn our place here."

"We all are now."

Hershel was sitting at the dinning table, reading a newspaper and eating his sandwich. He had a cup of soup as well. He put the newspaper aside when he saw Rick and Alana.

"This is Alana. Her and Wilhelm have quite a collection." He looked pointedly at the packs he and Alana had on their backs. "They'd be more comfortable if you kept them in here."

"Hm. Can't say I disagree." Hershel stood up and took the pack of guns from Rick; he unzipped it slightly. Seeing what he needed to see he zipped it back up. "And that one?" he asked, pointing at the pack on Alana's back.

"Knives, pointy things. Rick said it would be better to leave these with you as well. Don't want to leave temptation out in the open."

"Follow me then." Hershel led them down a hall. They passed by the bedroom that Carl was resting in. The door was opened just a crack. Carl could be heard talking to his mother. "We can store them in here." It was a small storage room. There were some cleaning supplies on the floor, a mop, broom. They handed the packs to Hershel who leaned them up in the corner. "Now if for some reason you need something, you come to me first."

Hershel went back to his lunch and reading. "Would you like to meet Carl?" Rick asked once he left the hall.

He tapped lightly on the door, pushing it open slowly. "Dad!"

Lori was leaning eagerly on the bed. Carl was eating a sandwich, cut up in quarters. Pillows were propping him up although barely. Because of the placement of his wound it was best if he refrained from bending his abdomen for a few days. Not just for the sake of the stitches, but also to save him from some rather awful pain.

"Carl, brought someone to see you." Rick looked back, beckoning Alana to come into the room. "This is Alana, Wilhelm's sister." Alana walked into the room, taking a spot near Carl's bed.

"Hello."

Carl giggled. "Hi. Your voice is silly."

"Carl!" Lori said, eyes wide. "Her voice isn't silly. It's just…different. That's all."

"It's quite alright," Alana told her. She looked at Carl. "Your voice is silly to me." He smiled.

"Where's your brother? You're going to stay with us, aren't you?"

"Of course they are honey," Lori told him, brushing hair back with her hand. She glanced over at Alana quickly and smiled.

"Where's your brother, can I meet him?"

"Your father already told you, Wilhelm went out with Daryl, to help him look for Sophia." Carl looked obediently at his mother, nodding.

"When I get better, I'm going to go look for Sophia. I'm going to find her and bring her back."

"I'm sure you will," Alana told him. "Once you're better I'll help you look for her. She'll be glad to see us."

Carl was becoming fidgety, trying to prop himself up further in bed. Lori called an end to visiting hours and told him he needed to finish his lunch. He only argued for a moment before relenting to his mother.

Alana excused herself, leaving the room. She glanced at Hershel, still at the dinning table, reading the newspaper and eating his soup. Shane was in the living room, sitting on the sofa. He wasn't really looking at anything while he chewed his nails. As Alana passed by she nodded his way. She turned away without waiting for his response.

Once out on the steps Alana took a moment to look about. The makeshift camp was empty. A faint commotion caught her attention. Out over towards the well she could see everyone was gathered. Deciding she had nothing else better to do she started making her way to the well.

She walked up right in the middle of things.

"You can't just shoot it, you'll ruin the water." Dale was arguing with T-Dog while the other peered down into the well.

"We can't just leave it in there, we have to get it out." That was Andrea. She was grimacing. When she looked up and saw Alana she motioned her forward. "Not too sure you'll want to see this, but since you and Daryl had no problem with that walker in the tree, you might enjoy this." She was trying to be mean, to mock her, but there was little effort behind her words. She was too busy handling her stomach.

Alana edged carefully over to the well. As she got closer she could hear water splashing. Down below was a walker. It was once a man, she thought. Now it just looked like a giant sponge, all puffy and sickly pale. The veins could be seen splaying out over its body, the blood darkened within them.

"How do you plan to get it out?" She asked them.

"Only option is to pull it out," Maggie said. The others nodded their heads. "I'll go grab some rope."

They stood round, looking in while they waited for Maggie to return. Glenn looked sick, but he kept looking down at it. So did everyone else. Only Alana seemed to be content. Certainly wasn't the worst she had seen. And at least no one had drunk the water yet.

Maggie returned with the rope and a horse, already saddled. She and Glenn had intended on going into town, to gather supplies. The discovery of the walker in the well changed their plans. Tying an end off on the horse's saddle the group made a noose on the other end. Everyone silently decided that the roping would be left to Maggie, likely something to do with her being a "farm girl."

She tried to ignore everyone's advice as she tried to get the noose around the walker. The damn thing wouldn't stay still though. Kept moving around the walls, clawing at them, thrashing at the rope as it swung in front of him. She cried out in exasperation.

"It's no use! He won't stay still long enough for me to get it round him."

"We have to send someone down there then." They turned to Alana at her words. She was preparing to offer to go down there herself, but their eyes suddenly all fell onto Glenn who groaned.

Next thing Alana knew, Glenn was being lowered into the well, another rope wrapped up around him. They had stringed the rope through the water pump, inching him down bit by bit. He called out to them to keep going, just a bit more. Then he started screaming at them when the rope gained slack and he was sent nearly crashing atop the walker. The water pump had broken under the pressure. They scrambled to lift him back up.

The screaming stopped once Glenn was back up top. The walker was still thrashing around, growling up at them. Glenn began laughing. Pushing himself out of the rope harness he handed the other rope to Dale, patting his back and saying something about needing to lay down. When Dale felt a tug on the rope he rushed forward to look down. There was the walker, the noose round its midsection.

With the horse and the lot of them they must have been at least three times the weight of the walker, but it was a hell of a job trying to lift the thing out of the well. T-Dog was at the front, shouting at the others to pull harder. Maggie stood with the horse, coating it to move forward. Alana and Andrea were at the back, Dale and Glenn behind T-Dog.

"Almost there!" T-Dog urged them on. The walkers head and arms came first. It was still flaying about, causing it to swing slightly and making it more difficult to pull it out. The group grunted as a whole when it felt the tug of the rope catching on the top of the well. "Come on!" T-Dog cried out to them. "Almost there!"

They began jerking the rope, throwing their bodies backwards.

It sounded like cloth tearing. Like wet cloth tearing, being shredded. They fell on their backs, the rope loose. The smell hit them as they sat up. The brownness of the blood stood out on the dirt. They had heard a loud plop. They scurried away on their hands and feet, covering their noses or looking away.

The walker was still thrashing, trying to flip itself over. It could see them, wanted to get to them. As they stood up T-Dog walked around to the other side of the well, peeking down. There was a trail of guts and blood down the wall of the well. The other half of the walker was floating in the water. Though it was far down the water had still looked clear, but now it was a murky brown, swirls of red in it.

T-Dog cursed and walked off. The others began to edge over to the well, that sick part hidden away in the depths of themselves wanting to look no matter how much it churned their stomachs. Even Maggie was stepping closer.

She stopped and covered her mouth, nearly falling to the ground, when T-Dog walked straight over to the walker and slammed his baseball bat in its head. He took three swings at it before cursing and walking away. Maggie watched him with horrified eyes.

Alana walked over to her, rubbing a hand on her back. "Go back to the house. We'll take care of it, get it off the land." She didn't nod, taking unsteady steps back towards the horse. Alana snapped her head over to Maggie when Glenn looked over at them. He got the message and came over in a hurry, coaxing her away from the well. The two still needed to get to the town and Alana had no idea how far away it was,; they needed to leave as soon as possible. To make it back before nightfall and to get Maggie away.

When they were out of earshot Alana looked round at T-Dog, Dale, and Andrea. "We need to get this thing out of here. Do you have a tarp maybe, something we can roll it on to, drag it?" Dale nodded absentmindedly, telling Andrea where to look in the RV.

"I doubt this is something we'll be able to keep from everyone," Alana said to no one in general.

"We'll have to let Hershel know. I don't think it's something we need to worry about. More of us now, if another gets on the land we'll spot it. This one's been down there for a while now. Months likely." Dale started pacing, wiping his face with his wifebeater.

Andrea returned with a blue tarp. She had had to tell Carol about what happened. There was no way she could walk in there and leave with a large blue tarp and not get a questioning stare.

T-Dog and Dale rolled the walker onto the tarp. As the four of them pulled the walker off the land they saw Glenn and Maggie heading down the dirt road.

"You'd think that was the first walker she's seen," Andrea said.

"Girl…just…don't have the stomach…for getting of them," T-Dog said as he and Dale pulled the tarp along. "Where we even taking this thing?"

"Take it to the truck," Andrea suggested. "We can drive it back to the road, leave it there." No one complained with the idea. None thought it too well to burn it there on Hershel's land. The stench was overpowering and so Andrea ran off ahead to get the truck and bring it back.

"T-Dog and I will take the walker. You'll have to take watch." Dale looked over to Alana as she pulled her side of the tarp. "Binoculars are already up there. Let Rick know what happened."

Andrea pulled the truck up to them. The start of the engine had brought Rick and Shane out onto the porch. Hershel was standing behind the screen door. As Dale and T-Dog drove off Alana began walking back in the direction of the house. Andrea walked a few steps behind her.

"You alright?" she asked, looking back for a second.

Andrea nodded her head then said, "Yes," when she saw that Alana was not looking back at her. "Just seems like no matter what, we have to watch our backs. Where are you going?" she asked as Alana started climbing up the RV.

"Dale told to me take watch."

Andrea paused. "Want any company?"

"I'll manage on my own, thanks," she heard Alana say. "Best go let Rick and the rest know what happened."

Alana grabbed the binoculars and put them around her neck. She wiggled a bit in the chair. Then she realized she didn't have a gun. She decided against getting down and going to ask Hershel for one. She looked over at her tent. Bit too far of a walk for her liking. If any walkers did show up out of nowhere, with the way they move, she'd have plenty of time to get down and get her crossbow.

She watched out the corner of her eye as Andrea walked off to the house. Rick and Shane stood round her as she told them what had happened. Shane was obviously upset, saying something to which Rick tried to calm him, looking at the screen door and Hershel.

A great big ape with much to prove. That's what Alana thought of Shane. She hadn't spoken a word to him yet and she felt it best to keep it that way as long as possible.

She looked out towards the woods, to the spot she had last seen Wilhelm and Daryl before they disappeared from her sight.

She wondered if Daryl was tired of looking at Wilhelm's sunglasses.

The things were rather silly.