"An' that's it." Daryl finally finished, finishing off the water Molly had forced him to drink. "Now we're here."

Molly stared at Daryl in disbelief. Had they really found each other because a horse had gotten spooked by a snake? Surely it couldn't have been from something so stupid. Everything Daryl had just told her had her speechless. While Sophia and herself had spent the last week teaching and relearning things to keep themselves alive, the group had found a farm where everything was basically handed to them on a silver spoon.

"Huh." Molly breathed with a tilt of her head. She wasn't mad. "A farm?"

"The Greene's... Carl got shot wh-"

"Is he okay?" Sophia asked, her eyes suddenly alert.

"Kids fine." Daryl muttered, clearly still not used to Sophia even talking let alone looking him in the eyes. "Kid got shot by one of their guys. Guy's dead an' Hershel let us stay while we looked for yeh' both." He added, not entirely sure how to word the situation with the farm. "Where 'ave ya' been?" He was more than curious.

"A cabin a little less than a mile away from here." Molly told him, standing back to her feet and packing her backpack up. "We found it that night after the highway... Been their ever since."

"It was stocked?" Daryl asked, clearly unsure of how the two had managed to live in a cabin if it wasn't stocked.

Molly shrugged, tilting her head as she frowned. "It was and then it wasn't. Had about three days worth of food, some water. We made do until we couldn't anymore... Luckily the cabin belonged to a hunter. Found books and stuff on snares, I remembered some of the things you taught me and we learned some more together, Soph and I."

Daryl stared at her as though she had spoken a different language. He couldn't, for the life of him, picture Molly James hunting. "You made snares?" That wasn't the part that baffled him. The part the baffled him was the stuff that comes after catching and killing an animal. "Ye' skin it? The game?" He had to ask, had to know the answer.

"What do you think?" Molly scoffed, clearly seeing where he was going.

"I think that you saw blood fro ma' game an' said, an' I quote, 'I wouldn't do that to an' animal if I were dyin'." He made a very poor attempt at mimicking the way she spoke.

Molly felt the smile on her face as she chuckled, remembering when she had in fact said those exact words. "Yeah? We'll everything's a little different now. It had to be done, not just for me." She eyed Sophia who was already looking at her. "We kept each other alive." Sophia smiled. It was clear that she was happy that Molly thought she contributed to the little thing they had going on. There were days when the young girl felt useless and unneeded. Like she was a burden Molly had to bear. To hear the woman say what she did eased all the doubt in her mind. "Though I' glad you weren't around for that first skinning..." She muttered at the end, wincing as she remembered the rubber gloves and goggles. "This farm... You think we can get back there before night falls?"

Daryl looked at her as though she had three heads. "It ain't that far." He told her, pushing himself to his feet and grabbing his crossbow from where it was leaning against the log. Molly watched, waiting for the inevitable that came much to quickly. Daryl stumbled, leaning on the log to stop himself from falling onto his ass.

"You need help?" She asked, slightly amused yet feeling helpless all the same. She didn't give him chance to decline and pushed forward to grab his crossbow. "This isn't any help to you. Molly shrugged it onto her shoulders, looping the strap over her head and tying a loose knot in the strap so it was much more secure around her smaller frame. "Let's get to it." She told the two, grabbing Daryl's arm and looping it over her shoulder, her free arm moving to grip around his waist.

The three of them set off for the slop which in turn would begin their walk back to the farm Daryl had spoke about.

To anyone who could've stumbled upon the trio, it would've been an odd sight. The tallest of the group was slouched against the woman, looking as though he was trying to act like he had control and didn't need the help he was so desperately seeking. The woman seemed to be red in the face, clearly stuggling to support the man as he all but dragged his feet, his build being much larger than the woman's didn't help any. The strangest of all was probably the young girl who was leading the pack, looking over her shoulder every so often to ask which way through the trees they needed to go in order to make it to their destination.

It was an odd sight, sure. That didn't mean it wasn't a welcomed sight.

"S-Stop!" Molly choked out, helping Daryl to a tree to lean on. "Can't fucking breath." She added upon the questioning look Sophia sent her. Molly reached for the crossbow strap and pulled it away from her neck. She also scowled and slapped Daryl's hand away from her when the man demanded it back. "Just give me a moment and I'll be fine."

"Can walk by ma' damn self, Woman." Daryl muttered, clearly trying to hide his breathlessness himself.

"Well, that's a lie." Molly told him, point blank. "How much longer to the farm?"

Daryl scowled at her for a moment, clearly looking as though he really wanted to say something but decided against it. He looked up and around, he's eyes landing in one direction. "Jus' through them tree's." He nodded towards where he was talking about.

"I can run and get help?" Sophia offered up, clearly looking as though she thought it was the best idea.

"No." Molly instantly replied with a shake of her head. It wasn't that she didn't trust the girl, more like worried about her. The whole reason they had spent as long as they had done away from the group was due to her being spooked. Who knows what would happen if Sophia was left on her own. "We stay together. Who knows what could happen in the time it takes you to get help. Lets make a move."

She moved forward, all but forcing Daryl to lean on her once more. Sophia took the lead again, pushing he long branches out of the way and holding them so that the two could pass. Molly frowned at Daryl, stealing small glances at him as the pair walked. His top was all torn up and covered in blood and dirt, the same could be said for his trousers.

It was clear that Daryl had been through a lot in the past two maybe three hours and for the life of her, Molly wanted, no needed him to feel as though he had accomplished something and he did. "On the bright side, you get to be the one to say you found us and reunited the group."

"You found me." Daryl told her, looking down at her blankly.

"Okay... But you're taking us back to the farm. Plus if you never would've saw Susie, you would've been long gone and we'd still be at that cabin."

For a moment, Daryl stared down at her with a frown. When Molly raised a brow, almost asking what the problem was, Daryl spoke. "Tha' fuck is Susie?"

"Oh." Molly looked slightly embarrassed. "Sophia's doll."

The short walk through the trees felt like days and though once they did break through them, Molly let out a deep breath she didn't know she had been holding. It was beautiful. The land stretched out as far as your eye could see, with a large barn and farmhouse that were surrounded by white picket fences. The green green grass was slightly littered with tents on one part with the all to familiar R.V parked somewhat in the middle. There were camping chairs and homemade washing lines that were placed not to far from a large set of stones that had been made into a fire pit not unlike the one back at the quarry.

Molly's first and only though was that it looked safe and left alone with no knowledge of the goings on in the world.

"Someone owns this whole place?" She whispered. She though back on her small, worn down cabin she had owned before the world had turned and could remember only ever having dreams of living somewhere so nice.