"Whose Susie?" Molly began to feel as though this was all a joke. She had never before in their time together heard the name Susie. "Whose Susie?" She asked again when the girl continued to make a slight fuss.

The look on Sophia's face screamed slight terror; Almost as though she knew she had been involved in something so terrible, it made her heartbeat increase and her hands become clammy. For a split second, Sophia looked as if everything she had done in her life, everything that had happened to lead her right where she was now, was impossible to relate too.

Sophia continued to stew in her emotions for a moment longer until finally, she spoke. "My doll!" She exclaimed, her eyes finally meeting Molly's. "Eliza gave her to me to keep safe and I've lost her!"

"It's okay, calm down... We can find her." Despite not wanting to risk having to double back for the sake of a doll, Molly understood the sentiment it must have. It was also a win if it made Sophia feel slightly less scared. "We just need to back trace our steps. When do you remember having her?"

Sophia looked to be thinking long and hard as she muttered some words under her breath, clearly retelling herself about the whereabouts she remembers having the doll. Susie.

For a moment, the air was tense. Molly looked down at Sophia in anticipation, clearly hoping she would remember where she had left the doll so they didn't end up having to walk the grounds they had already walked in search for a doll.

"I… I think I left her at the creek." Sophia looked up at Molly, her eyes a little to wide which Molly frowned at. She was scared.

The creek wasn't to0 far back. However, backtracking was not something she had planned for the agenda today. Molly chew at her inner cheek, clearly trying to work out the best course of action.

On one hand, she could say they would take a look the next time they went to the creek. It would make sense and she highly doubted someone would take it. There would actually have to be someone around for that to happen. However, on the other hand she knew how much comfort it brought Sophia. What could've been restless nights were for the most part, peaceful. The pro seemed to highly outweigh any cons she thought of and with a tired smile, Molly spoke.

"That's okay." Molly smiled, rubbing Sophia's hand in hers. "We can just go back and get her. No harm done, yeah?"

"A-Are you sure?" Sophia stuttered, clearly not use to her problems being handled so gently and positively.

Molly thought about Ed for a moment and what a big jackass he was to the girl and her mother. She was certain that if he were here, he would tell Sophia to grow up and stop worrying about a stupid doll. Or that he wasn't willing to even think about the idea of going all the way back from where they had just came from.

Clearly, her suspicions had been right and the doll brought Sophia some comfort and even if it meant a mile long hike, Molly was willing to do it. Comfort was something hard to find and so when they did, she wanted to keep a hold of it with both hands.

"I'm sure." Molly told her, smiling softly. "It sure does give us something to do today, doesn't it?" And it did. The day probably would've been over once they reached the cabin with whatever game they had managed to catch. There would've been no reason to leave the cabin for Sophia while Molly continued to scan the map, trying to pinpoint anywhere the group could've gone that was nearby.

As the pair walked back to the creek, Molly began to run the map through her mind.

She had no doubts that the group had stuck around. There was no way Carol would ever think about leaving without her little girl and she liked to think that they would've taken Jacob into mind when they thought about her. If they were to leave, they would be leaving his mother behind. Not that she was too worried, despite the shit show that was her and Daryl at the moment, she was more than certain he wouldn't leave her behind. If not for him then for their son.

The map itself was a jumble of emotions. There was more than enough forest life to last a lifetime and yet, few actually places a group of their size would be able to comfortably live. That ruled out the cabins. The map also showed plenty of farmhouses that were scattered in all different directions. However, the chance that the group had actually found one was slim. If they stuck to the main road, it was impossible to know which way one was.

Molly was brought out of her deep thoughts when she felt Sophia tug her back a little. She shook her head as though forcing herself to focus and noticed that she had almost walked the two of them over the side of the creek. "Thanks." She breathed out, gripping Sophia's hand once more and leading them around to where they had made the small, steep pathway into the creek.

Once they had made it and Molly had made sure it was clear, she let go of Sophia's hand as the girl all but ran for the log they had been sat at and began to search high and low for her doll.

Molly followed her at a slower pace, her eyes suddenly narrowed as she eyed her surroundings. She wasn't sure what it was, but something seemed out of place. Things were not as they had left it and for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what it was.

"Molly!" Sophia called out, her voice strained.

The tone in which Sophia spoke made Molly jog to her, wanting to find out what the problem was quickly. She raised a brow at the girl, waiting for an answer as to why she had called out so suddenly. Sophia herself stared at Molly with wide eyes, a shaking arm coming up to point down at the log.

Molly frowned, following her arm down to her hand and finger before looking down at the log they had sat at when they had been there earlier. What was once simply a broken log with chippings missing was now still the same old log just with another added effect.

A patch of crimson red had appeared on the log, the shape of it abnormal and looking to still be very much wet. Molly eyed it, her eyes moving from the crimson patch to Sophia's face. The young girl was already looking at her, clearly trying to work out what Molly made of it and if she should continue to be scared or not.

With a slight gulp, Molly moved forward and crouched down beside the log. She reached out, running her fingers across the rough log and through the crimson red. When she pulled her hand back, her fingers were wet and red. She had the answer to what she already knew; it was fresh. She knew it hadn't been their when the two of them had been cleaning up and fetching water to boil.

"Is it bad?" Sophia whispered, clearly understanding that they may be in some sort of danger.

Molly sighed and reached down, shaking her fingers through the water to clean them. "I don't know for sure. This wasn't here when we we-" Molly cut herself off. Her eyes had zeroed in on something in the water, a body. She climbed over the log and reached out for the body, gripping its shoulder and turning it onto it's back.

It was a walker. One that had already been killed. Molly couldn't help but tilt her head down at it. Something seemed off about the walker, she wasn't entirely sure what it was but then again, everything was off about it considering the fact that it was once a living person.

"Is it dead?" Sophia's voice was quiet but Molly still heard her.

"It's dead." Molly confirmed. "We should get moving..." She trailed off, not wanting to tell Sophia that the walker had not been there when they had previously been at the creek. Even if the girl did already know, she didn't want to speak the words out into existence. "Did you find your doll?" She asked, climbing back over the log to stand in front of the girl.

"I can't find he-"

"You best shut the hell up!" A shout had caused both Molly and Sophia to almost jump out their skin. Molly was quick to reach out, pushing Sophia behind her and keeping her close as she spun around, trying to pinpoint where the noise had come from. Despite Sophia's voice being so quiet, they had clearly been heard for someone to have spoken so loudly.

For a moment, Molly realised how much danger they could possibly be in. She wasn't sure who was out there nor was she sure about where they were within the creek. She just knew that they weren't alone and that danger was screaming in her mind in bold red letters.

It was the grunts that followed the silence that made Molly frown. She listened, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. Whoever had spoke was speaking no more and whoever had spoke was clearly not trying to bother them. The grunts seemed to sound like a mixture of pain and annoyance.

She checked around the creek once more, not seeing anyone before she released Sophia and strained her ears. Molly shushed Sophia when the girl went to speak, clearly going to ask what she was doing. With her head tilted slightly to the ground, Molly could hear the noises much easier and was quick to move towards the noise.

Molly followed the sound, insuring she looked up every so often to insure that she didn't walk into anything and trip in the ankle length water. The grunt's were much louder and seemed to border the line of anger and annoyance more than pain now. She frowned looking around the area to see nothing out of the ordinary. Sophia's frown indicated that the grunts were in fact real and not in her head.

Finally, having looked everywhere else she could think of, Molly looked up.