As if nature conducted from the evergreens, the creek was music to the eyes, a symphony of greens to soothe heart and soul. There is a power and a brilliance in the tranquillity, a place of stillness even in the light splashes of the water. One could watch this streaming water even in their sleep, a beautiful infinite dream.

Molly sat facing Sophia, straddling a log that was situated in the large creek, the water barely even drownable if you were to lie face down in it. She had found a small cove in the natural terrain that a rush of water continuously seeped out from and had spent the last half hour cleaning her exposed skin and that of Sophia's.

The mini waterfall sat to the right of Molly, a little ways away from where the two had perched themselves, the noise barely their but soothing none the less. She had used a shirt from the cabin to clean their skin, taking care to insure Sophia was much cleaner than she would be able to get herself. Molly had tried to wash some of the dirt from the young girl hair, tying it back from her face when it had dried quicker than the time it took to finish getting the dirt from her fingers.

As she began packing up, she thought about everything that had happened to them and unexpectedly, brought the two of them closer and though despite the age gap and Sophia being closer to Jacobs age than her own, Molly thought of Sophia as a younger sister rather than a daughter.

A loud gun shot had rippled through the air on the third day she and Sophia had been away from the group, outside the cabin picking some berries she knew to be edible. At first, Molly thought she was hearing things. Hoping that even if it were a gunshot, that at least she knew someone else was alive in and near by. A look at Sophia who crouched beside her gave her the knowledge she so desperately seeked, she had heard it too.

Anyone else probably would have gone to investigate, walking through the woods towards a foreign gunshot in the hopes of finding someone. However, Molly wasn't stupid and she wasn't about to walk towards a gunshot and risk herself being on the other side of it if she found someone she didn't know to be the shooter. She couldn't risk it.

The forth day was when the small stash of canned goods and bottles of water in the cabin had finally run out. Molly wanted to hit herself for getting to comfortable in the cabin and forgetting the mission at play; Get Sophia back to Carol and get back to Jacob. As the days passed, The end of the mission seemed to run further and further away from them.

The pair had made the cabin base camp, a place they would always return to before the sun was fully set and darkness took over their sights. A map had been found and had numerous scribbles on it which indicated where thy had already been and where they were yet to look. It seemed so silly that she had a good memory, could memorise the terrain and quickly figure out what direction was where from only being there once. The silly came in the fact that she had no clue what part of the oversized highway the group were left at, or if they were even still there at all.

When Molly had found the map, she was quick to try and locate the highway, finding it mere seconds after she had figured out where she was. The initial elation had been replaced by annoyance. The highway was just to long for her to be dragging Sophia back there and walking up and down it in hopes of finding the group, or anyone else for that matter.

Instead, she had made the hard decision to try and focus on the two of them, keeping them alive enough for her to think of a new plan.

The fifth, sixth and seventh days had the two of them learning more about their surroundings than ever thought possible in such a small amount of time. Sophia, from reading a detailed book over and over again, could finally tell what berries were good to eat and what weren't, simply from touch and sight. Molly had managed to find herself a good hunting knife that had its own sheath and some books on tracking animals. She already knew a little, from a certain lifetime experienced hunter, but needed to up her skill.

On the eighth night, she had caught her very first rabbit. She had also puked for the first time since having morning sickness when she was pregnant with Jacob. She had been sat outside the cabin, Sophia holding a hunting book open beside her on a page that detailed how to skin animals.

It would be a funny sight if one was to come by the pair sat on the cabin step. The pair each had a set of large rubber cleaning gloves on, Sophia's a vibrant pink and Molly's a sunshine yellow. If that wasn't something to laugh at, perhaps the swimming goggles the pair wore would be. Or maybe the unsteady way Molly used the sharpened knife to knick through the belly of the rabbit, trying not to puncture the stomach bag.

Despite the sickness and despite the sight, once the pair were in the cabin, cooking the meet on skewers placed strategically in the fireplace, Molly was proud. Proud that she had finally managed to do something she once said she never would do and yet; As she watched Sophia tuck into her rabbit meat skewer with a small smile, she couldn't help but wish that the one person she wanted to tell all about her catching and skinning was who knows where.

It had been near to a week since then. The traps she had set up were bringing in rabbits daily and the creek they were currently sat at had been found that morning when Molly had been scanning the map. She almost hit herself at how stupid she had been to miss a goldmine like the creek. Not only did they had food, but they now had a water system that was barely a half mile walk from the cabin.

Sure, it had been tough the first few days. The not knowing and the hoping for someone to just come and find them. It quickly became clear to Molly that the more they made themselves safer, the harder it was for them to be found. It was hardly as though they were stood out in the open with big red markers slapped on their forehead.

"Do you think we'll every find them?" Sophia asked as Molly scrubbed at a particular persistence spot on the young girls cheek.

In just the span of the time they had spent together, Molly could see how much more grown up Sophia acted. She still got scared, just like Molly did. But she no longer cried and no longer ran. She stood her ground and tried her best to remember the point Molly had taught her. A small knife with a sheath was clipped around her waist, used once to cut rabbit meet up but still there for a precaution.

Thought she seemed more mature, Molly couldn't help but feel as though it was almost exhausting having no one to watch your back and no one to take watch whilst you slept.

Sophia was still but a child and Molly was nowhere near letting the girl take any sort of life or death responsibility over them. She could help skin a rabbit but she couldn't stand watch, even if she wanted too.

"I hope so." Molly find said, a sad sort of smile gracing her lips. She was glad Sophia had stopped asking if the others would find them and more asking if they would find the others. "They can't be far from us. Even if they're physically miles away. We always have them with us." She added nodding towards where Sophia's heart was encased in her chest.

Sophia looked sad for a moment, looking down between them and fiddling with the doll in her hands. For a moment, Molly wished she hadn't said anything about them being miles away. However, quicker than she had had the thought, Sophia looked up, a small smile on her face. "Should we check the traps?"

"You think we caught something in the night?" Molly found herself asking, climbing off the log and reaching a hand out to help Sophia to her feet.

The two walked through the creek, their boots splatting on the minimal water as they did so. "When do we not?"

"You're getting way to optimistic, Soph… It looks good on you." Molly joked, liking the way Sophia giggled and seemed to forget about her earlier upset. "We'll make survivors out of us yet!"

"I'm glad it's you I'm here with Molly… I just wish I never got so scared and ran." Sophia admitted as they began to climb up a footpath they had made to climb into the creek earlier that day.

"Don't say that Sophia." Molly sighed. "We all get scared sometimes, I get scared all the time and afterwards, I wish I didn't. Even the toughest of people get scared… Plus, I think you would've found the group by now if you were with someone else."

"But I never would've learnt so many things if I did." Sophia reminded her, clearly seeing the way Molly's mood dropped slightly. "You taught me to skin a rabbit."

"To be honest, we both learnt from that book. What I didn't learn from there, I learnt from Daryl so it's not like I already knew to begin with. If you were with Daryl, you would have been back with your Mum days ago… Maybe even that same night."

"But Mr Dixon's scary." Sophia pouted.

For the life of her, Molly couldn't contain the laugh that left her mouth. She snorted to try and hold it back, keep the noise to a minimum. "Daryl Dixon is far from scary."

Sophia mumbled something that sounded along the lines of 'to you maybe' and smiled at the small sign of amusement from Molly.

The walk back to where they had set up the traps was an almost quiet one. Small talk was made in voices just barely above a whisper as they moved through the familiar forest.

It was as the two were coming near to the first trap that a noise spooked Sophia who in turn, spooked Molly slightly. It was a noise slightly foreign yet sounded vaguely familiar. Like something she and Merle would make bets on the tv for.

It because clear as to what it was when a galloping brown bundle came through the trees to their right. The horse seemed to spit them and slow down slightly, clearly scared of something.

"It's a horse!" Sophia exclaimed, clearly never seeing one so up close before."

"That it is…" Molly trailed off, looking around the horse, her eyes narrowed.

The horse itself was nothing to be suspicious about. It's beautiful coat shining in the daylight and it's bright eyes wide and looking them both over. What was slightly suspicious, however, was the saddle situated on top, the reins falling over its side. Clearly the horse had a rider, one who had obviously been riding it.

That really was the sound of a fucking horse.

Molly had zero experience with a horse. She had never ridden one nor did she particularly want to. For a split second, she thought about how useful the horse could be until she remembered that they were doing pretty damn good with out it.

"What should we do?" Sophia broke the silence, staring up at the horse who began to slowly but surely walk away. "Should we keep it?"

"It wouldn't be fair to keep her reined like this. She's of no use to us, just like we're of no use to her. If she has a home, she'll find it." With that said, Molly did something she had seen and the T.V before, she reached out and gave it a light slap and watched as it began to gallop off to wherever it wanted to go.

"Oh no!" Sophia cried out.

"What?" Molly demanded, turning to look at the girl as though she had been burned. "What's wrong?"

"It's Susie!"