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Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.

wood21: It might happen :)

Brendan: Geoff was talking about his brother that he mentioned back on the island to the other guys after the merge. :)


Daryl and Beth were in the camp they had set up somewhere in the forest, surrounding the camp fire from both of the sides. The group of two was silent for most of the time as they feasted on the snake that Daryl caught when he was out hunting. The area surrounding them was quiet, not a single walker in their sight.

"I need a drink." Beth broke the silence, wiping her fingers on her jeans as Daryl picked up a water bottle and threw it to her, not even turning to look in her direction, "No, I mean a real drink. As in alcohol. I've never had one. 'Cause of my dad. But he's not exactly around anymore, so... I thought we could go find some." Daryl stayed silent and continued to eat his part of the snake, not paying attention to her. She stood up and pulled her knife out of the ground, "Okay. Well, enjoy your snake jerky. Jerk."

She walked out of the camp, leaving Daryl alone. She walked into the woods, not even looking back as Daryl proceeded to eat his food. She couldn't understand Daryl. He was acting like this ever since they left the prison. He just distanced himself from her and acted like nothing mattered to him anymore and she couldn't undersand why.

She walked through the woods all by herself for a moment before familiar growling rang through her ears. She turned in the direction of the noise and saw four walkers walking towards her. She hid herself behind the nearest tree right after spotting them, pressing her back against the log as the undead proceeded to walk in her direction.

She knelt down for a second to pick a small rock laying next to her feet. She threw it to the side, hoping it will make enough noise and cause the walkers to change their destination. It worked exactly the way she wanted it to, well, it mostly did because one walker split up from the rest of it's group and continued to walk towards the place she was hiding in.

She unsheathed her knife, readying herself to use it at any moment as the walker was just a few steps away from the tree she was hiding with. Fortunely for her, she didn't have to use her knife because the walker turned away and followed the rest of it's group as if it forgot about it changed it's mind about it's destination in the last second.

It was when she someone or something snapped a twig with it's boot. She turned to the source of the noise and saw Daryl standing behind her with his crossbow in ready. The Dixon eyed for a second before turning away and walking off into the woods. Beth watched him leave for a second before following him.

"I think we made it a way. I'm pretty sure we got to go that way to find the booze." She told Daryl as he led her back into their camp. She was less than happy about that and wasn't afraid to voice her thoughts, "What the hell? You brought me back." She flipped him off and turned to leave, "I'm not staying in this suck-ass camp."

"Hey." Daryl exclaimed as he grabbed her by her arm, "You had your fun."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Beth asked him as she freed herself from his grasp, "Do you feel anything? Yeah, you think everything's screwed. I guess that's a feeling. So you want to spend the rest of our lives staring into a fire and eating mud snakes? Screw that. We might as well do something. I can take care of myself and I'm gonna get a damn drink."


Duncan let out a frustated sigh as he checked another trap he prepared for the potential food. It was empty. He got up from his kneeling position and turned in the direction of another trap. He still had two more left to check. This day wasn't turning out great so far. The traps he had set up around his and Ezekiel's camp were all empty or at least the ones he had checked so far were.

Not much time passed before he checked the last two traps. They were empty. Just like the previous ones. He let out sigh and shook his head. It looked like he and Ezekiel will have to start this day without a breakfast. At least the day was just starting. Perharps they will find some food later that day. He really hoped they will find some food and water. They lacked those things since they left the prison with nothing but their weapons.

He made his way back to his and Ezekiel's camp shorty after he checked the last trap of his. It looked exactly like it was the last time when he left it about thirty minutes ago. The homeschool was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against a tree log, his gaze mostly set on the small campfire in front of him.

The homeschool looked up at him, "Did you caught anything, eh?"

"No." Duncan shook his head. He was able to have a proper converation with Ezekiel after they had their little talk about the guy that the homeschool killed back in the prison, "The traps were all empty. Looks like we'll start this day without breakfast."

Ezekiel sighed, getting up from the ground, "I wish I had my fishing rod, eh. I would try to catch us a fish or two in the nearby creek if I had it. At least we wouldn't begin this day with empty stomaches."

"Don't dwell on it, homeschool." Duncan gave him a quick pat on his back, "I wish I had my bow otherwise I wouldn't have to count on my shitty traps."

Ezekiel nodded his head before asking, "What do we do now, eh? Are we heading out at this moment or do we stay here for a little longer?"

"We're heading out now. I don't see any reason why we should stay here any longer." Duncan nodded in confirmation, "Besides, I think I know where we should next."

"Where?" Ezekiel titled his head to the side.

"I saw a road when I was setting up my traps last night. It might lead us somewhere." Duncan replied as he pointed towards the road he spotted last night, wishing he had a map with himself. It would make it easier for him to determine if the road he found last night was worth his and Ezekiel's time, "We should reach it in several minutes."

Ezekiel nodded, agreeing with Duncan's idea because it was the best and the only one they had right now as he put the fire out with his boot, "Lead the way, eh."

Duncan nodded in return and he turned away from Ezekiel. He looked in the direction of the road he found last night and began making his way towards it, with Ezekiel walking closely behind him. They still weren't even close to finding the other survivors of the Governor's and Jose's attack but at least now they knew where to head, even if the road that Duncan found will turn out to be a dead end and a complete waste of time.


Beth and Daryl came out the woods and entered a huge field after walking through the forest for a while now. Beth eyed her new surroundings and saw a building standing in the distance. She quickly came up with a theory that they just stumbled upon an old golf club. Her theory was quickly confirmed when she noticed a flipped over golf car laying on the field.

Beth turned around to look at Daryl, "Golfers like to booze it up, right?" Daryl remained silent, his gaze set on something behind him. Beth followed his gaze and saw a few walkers entering the field. She turned away from them and pushed herself into walk, "Come on."

They made their way to the front door to the golf club. Beth grabbed the handles and attempted to push the front door open but it was locked as Daryl checked on the body which was laying in front of the door, finding only an old golf club laying underneath it which he picked up. They glanced at the group of the walkers on the field and saw that it was nearing them. They walked away from the front exit and made their way to the back door.

Luckilly for them, the back door was open which allowed them to enter the building. Daryl locked the door and used the golf club to block it before taking his crossbow off his back. He and Beth looked around the room and saw that it was filled with dead bodies. A few of them, now as the walkers were hanging from the ceiling after they hanged themselves back when they were still alive.

Daryl noticed a flashlight laying on the floor and picked it up. He clicked it, checking if it was still working. It was. He held it in front of himself, shinining the small light through the room, giving himself and Beth a better look at the gruesome scenery in front of them as they proceeded to move further into the room. After a moment of walking through the room, Beth turned her gaze towards Daryl who was on his knees, packing some money and old jewerly into a leather bag which he found laying nearby.

"Why are you keeping all that stuff?" She questioned him but received no answer from him as the walkers from the outside started banging against the back door.

Daryl slung the bag over his shoulder and jumped back back to his feet as Beth ran up to him. They ran out of the gruesome body filled room, slamming a set of double-doors behind them.

They moved further into the building, moving through the darkened hallways together. Daryl walked in front of Beth, shining his flashlight through the rooms, giving him and her a good look at everything around them. He pushed the door to another room which he quickly recognized as the kitchen and entered it, followed by Beth. They walked through the kitchen together but Beth split up from Daryl and went her own way shorty after.

Beth walked through her part of the kitchen and eventually stumbled upon the food storage. She looked around it. The shelves were mostly empty but she found the thing she was looking for on one of the shelves. The wine bottle. She stepped over the rotten corpse and moved towards the shelve, intending to take the wine and have the drink she wanted so much at this moment.

She took the bottle from the shelve and exited the food storage. She looked down at the bottle, eyeing it as a walker stepped into the hallway from another room and lunged at her. Beth clenched her teeth as she just got another by a walker. She tried to push it off herself and slammed the wine bottle on it's head, breaking it into pieces but it did nothing as the walker remained untouched and kept his attention on her and her only.

She started backing away from the walker, stabbing it all over it's head with the sharp piece of her broken wine bottle as the undead proceeded to move followed her across the hallway. After failing to kill it with the bottle, she dropped it on the floor and pulled out her knife. She pinned the walker against the wall and stabbed it in the head, killing it as Daryl came running down the hallway.

The walker slided down the wall as Beth looked at Daryl, "Thanks for the help."

"You said you could take care of yourself." Daryl reminded Beth what she said to him earlier that day, "You did."

The group of two walked further into the building and eventually came across the tour shop where Beth found some new clothing for herself. She put the new clothes on herself as Daryl checked the rest of the room. Her new clothes consisted of a white shirt and a plain yellow shirt underneath it. She walked over to Daryl who was sitting on the counter, staring blankly at something in front of her.

She turned to look at something that caught Dary's attention and saw a body of a rotten woman which was made into mannequin. A piece of paper which had "RICH BITCH" written on it was glued to her torso.

She went over to the body and started taking it's down, "Help me take her down."

"It doesn't matter." Daryl said, "She's dead."

"It does matter." Beth stated.

Daryl hopped off the counter and walked over to the body, holding a blue blanket. He threw the blanket over the body, covering it completely with it, "Here."

They walked out of the tour shop shorty after and entered the hallways once again. They turned back in the direction from which they came from, starled because they heard a grandfather clock ringing which brought a few walkers towards them. The undead wasted no time and began following them as Daryl and Beth ran into the nearest room.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at the entrance to the room he and Beth just ran into, ready to kill the walkers once they will enter it and once the finally did, he fired his crossbow. The arrow hit the first walker in the head, killing it instantly but Daryl had no time to load another arrow as another walker lunged for him. He pushed it away from himself and grabbed golf club which was laying nearby.

He proceeded to kill every walker that entered the room he and Beth were in with the golf club and it was just a matter of several seconds before he was left with only one more walker left to take care of. He brought it down on the floor and brought the golf club down on it's head over and over head in a rapid manner, spraying the blood all over the room, some of it's blood landing on Beth's new white shirt, staining it.

He let out one deep breath after another as he turned around to look at Beth who turned away from him and exited the room through the exit behind her, taking off her stained white shirt off, not wanting to wear it anymore because of it now being stained in the walker's blood. She threw the shirt on the floor as Dary followed her, walking past the shirt.

They reached the bar area of the place shorty after and Beth felt how a small smile formed on her lips once she set her eyes on it, "We made it." She turned around to look at Daryl who remained silent, "I know you think this is stupid. And it probably is. But I don't care. All I wanted to do today was lay down and cry, but we don't get to do that. So beat up on walkers if that makes you feel better. I need to do this.

She turned away from him and walked the bar area and Daryl followed her. She began walking across it, trying to find a bottle that had anything with alcohol in it. She made her way behind the counter and began searching underneath it, finding only one bottle that had any liquor in it. It was a bottle of Peach schnapps. It was almost empty but it was bottle that had anything in it.

She began making her way to the nearest table as Daryl set his gaze on the framed map of the local area which was hanging on the wall. He was about to grab it but stopped himself from doing so when he noticed that a layer of glass was shielding it. He slammed the back of his crossbow against the glass, breaking it into hundreds of pieces.

"Did you have to break the glass?" Beth asked as Daryl moved the glass away from the map.

"No." Daryl replied, picking up the map and folding it as Beth sat down on the chair in front of him, "You have your drink yet?"

"No. But I found this. Peach schnapps." Beth answered, placing her drink on the table, "Is it good?"

Daryl shook his head, walking past her, "No."

"Well, it's the only thing left." Beth pointed out as Daryl started playing with some darts on the other side of the room, throwing it towards the pictures of the people he assumed to be the owners of this place. She grabbed the nearest cup and began wiping it, intending to pour her drink into it. She quickly changed her mind about using it when she noticed some blood in it, "Who needs a glass?"

She grabbed the bottle and broke into sobs, making Daryl stop what he was doing. He turned around to look at her and eyed her for a second before approaching her. He grabbed the bottle and threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces.

"Ain't gonna have your first drink be no damned peach schnapps." He told her as he turned towards the exit from this place, "Come on."


Duncan and Ezekiel walked through the forested road for a quite some time now and the road they've traveled has finally paid off when a lone house appeared in their view when they passed the corner. They quickly exchanged glances and nodded, knowing where they should head now, hoping that they'll find some food and water in this house.

They started making their way towards this house and walked into it's area a moment later. The few walkers who were walking across the ground in front of the house noticed the group of two walking into their territory and moved towards them. Duncan and Ezekiel took out their melee weapons and just waited for the walkers to approach them. It was just a matter of time before all of the undead ended up on the ground, dead.

The group of two walked past the bodies of the walkers they just killed and walked onto the porch. They walked over to the entrance to the house and readied themselves to enter it. Duncan took his Colt Model 933 off his shoulder and readied it as Ezekiel pulled his pistol out of it's holster.

"Keep your guard up." Duncan reminded Ezekiel to stay on guard, ready to use his Colt Model 933 at any moment, "We don't know if this place is empty."

Ezekiel nodded his head in understanding as Duncan opened the door to the house. He slowly entered it, holding his gun in front of him as Ezekiel quickly followed him into the house, leaving the door open just in case if something will force him and Duncan to flee the house. He'll make sure to return to it and lock it if the house will turn out to be safe for him and Duncan

The group of two walked through the house, slowly exploring and keeping their eyes open for any walkers or humans they may come across in it. They lowered their guns shorty after because the house was completely empty and they were the only ones in it. They checked through every room in the house, finding not a single trace of a human being or a walker in them. It must have been a while since someone was in this house.

"I'll close the door, eh." Ezekiel declared as he turned around and began making his way towards the door he and Duncan left open when they entered this house to which Duncan nodded his head.

The juvie began exploring the house again, this time searching for the supplies that he and Ezekiel could use in the future. He started searching through the drawers in the living-room when he heard how Ezekiel closed the door. He opened another drawer and a thin line appeared in his view. He smiled to himself once he set his eyes on it. He finally had the thing needed to make himself a new bow. Now all he had to do was to find a good stick for his new bow.

He took the line out the drawer and placed it in his pocket before closing the drawer. He continued to search through the living-room for the next few moments before somethin on the floor caught his attention. It was a bottle which was laying next to the couch. He knelt down in front of the couch and picked up the thing that caught his attention. It was a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Duncan!" Ezekiel called out for him from the kitchen, "Come here, eh!"

Duncan got up from his kneeling position and place the bottle of Jack Daniels on the table in front of the couch, intending to use it later that day. He walked out of the living-room and made his way into the kitchen where he saw Ezekiel. The homeschool was standing in front of the counter in the kitchen, with drawers opened all around him.

"What did you called me here?" Duncan questioned Ezekiel.

Ezekiel pointed at the counter behind him, "I found some food and water."

He moved to the side, giving the juvie a better view at the stuff he found in the kitchen. A few cans of food and a few bottles of water appeared in Duncan's view. Duncan and Ezekiel knew it wasn't much. Those supplies would last only for two, maybe three, days, but at least they'll have a decent meal today.

"Good find, homeschool." He patted Ezekiel's shoulder as the said young man smiled, "At least we won't spend the whole day starving."

"It's not much but it's still better than nothing, eh." Ezekiel said, "Eh, I'll search through the rest of the rooms in this house. I might find some more stuff in them."

Duncan nodded his head as he turned to leave, "I'll be outside if you'll need me."

"What are you going to do, eh?" Ezekiel wanted to know.

"I have what I need to make new bow." Duncan replied as he pulled the line out of his pocket to show it off to Ezekiel, "I found some line in the living-room. I just need to find a stick, but it won't be so hard to find, considering that this place is surrounded by the trees."

Ezekiel nodded his head in understanding, "I'll call you if something happens."

"Same here." Duncan nodded in return, walking over to the back door of the house.

He slid it open and entered the garden. The garden wasn't anything special. It looked like a normal garden that friends and family would gather from time to time to spend their time with themselves. Too bad the people who used to live in this house didn't grow any plants because he and Ezekiel would leave this place with more food if they did. He unsheathed his knife and began making his way towards the trees ahead of him.

It was when a walker came out of the woods. It growled as it moved towards Duncan who readied the knife. He waited for the undead to approach him and when it approached him, he stabbed it right through it's head, killing it immediately. Duncan pulled his knife out of it's head, making it's body collaps on the grassy ground. Duncan walked past the body and walked over to the nearest tree.

It took him several minutes but eventually he found the perfect stick for his new bow. He cut it from the rest of the tree, making it fall down on the ground. He sheathed his knife and picked the stick up from the ground. No longer having the need of staying outside, Duncan made his way back into the house where Ezekiel had already finished searching through the rooms.

He sat down on the couch in the living-room and prepared everything he needed to make himself a new bow. He started preparing it as Ezekiel entered the living-room shorty after and sat down on the chair on Duncan's left side.

"Did you find anything useful in this house?" Duncan asked as he looked up from his work at Ezekiel, "Besides the stuff in the kitchen?"

"No." Ezekiel shook his head, "I checked every single room in this house and found nothing we could use on the road, eh."

"At least we have the stuff from the kitchen. It's still better than nothing." Duncan shrugged to which Ezekiel nodded in agreement. He looked around the room he was in and asked the homeschool, "Do you think we can stay in this place for the night?"

"It should safe for us to stay here." Ezekiel replied, "We shouldn't be worried about walkers coming in here, eh."

"Yeah. Took those words out my mouth." Duncan nodded, "We can always use the furniture from this room to block the entrances just to be sure nothing will enter this place when we'll be asleep."

Ezekiel offered Duncan a silent nod of his head in response. They spent the next several minutes in silence. Duncan proceeded to work on his new bow as Ezekiel watched him do his work. Once Duncan finished putting his new bow together, he got up from the couch and checked if he didn't mess anything when creating it. He felt a small smile growing on his lips. He didn't mess up. His new bow was ready to do it's work.

"I have some good news." He said to Ezekiel, sitting back down on the couch. Ezekiel looked at him, already knowing what he was going to say to him, "From now on, we won't have to count just on my shitty traps when it comes to catching food."

"Your traps aren't as bad as you think." Ezekiel told him, "Only animals do not fall into them."

"Whatever you say, homeschool." Duncan said, "I'm just glad to have a bow again. I used to be pretty mediocre with it but I improved when I started going hunting with Daryl and Izzy back in Atlanta."

"I used to fire a bow too." Ezekiel revealed, "But it was a long time ago. Long before all of this started, eh."

Duncan looked at Ezekiel in suprise. He didn't know about it until now, "You're kidding me?"

"I'm not. I wasn't the best at it, though. I was far better at using guns to be honest. Eh, my dad must have gave me a better training at them." Ezekiel replied, "I realized that my bow skills weren't the best when I auditioned for Total Drama."

"What happened?" Duncan asked, "Something bad must have happen if you realized that firing bows isn't your thing."

Ezekiel sighed, knowing the reaction his answer was going to get out of Duncan, "...I fired an arrow and it hit my mom."

Duncan laughed, "You serious?"

"Yes." Ezekiel nodded in confirmation, "I was so relieved after my dad told me that I didn't harm her that much. It was when I decided to stay away from the bows."


Daryl and Beth didn't exchange many words with each other ever since they left the golf club. Beth walked closely behind Daryl who was leading her through the forest, presumably towards the place where he'd get her the alcohol drink she wanted so much since the morning.

"A motorcycle mechanic." Beth spoke up, trying to break silence between them.

Daryl looked at her in confusion, "Huh?"

"That's my guess. For what you were doing before the turn." Beth explained, "Did Zach ever guess that one?"

"It don't matter." Daryl replied, "Hasn't mattered for a long time."

"It's just what people talk about, you know, to feel normal." Beth told him.

"Yeah, well, that never felt normal to me." Daryl explained as he came out of the bushes, followed by Beth. They spotted an old cabin standing a few meters ahead of them, "Found this place with Michonne, Izzy and Duncan."

"I was expecting a liquor store." Beth said, looking at the cabin ahead of her and Daryl.

"No, this is better." Daryl said, making his way to the shed behind the cabin with Beth. He pushed the door open and picked up a crate with a several bottles of Moonshine in it before handing it over to Beth, "Moonshine."

They made their way to the front door of the cabin and Daryl pushed it open, allowing himself and Beth to enter it. The cabin was in a complete mess. The trash was laying all around the table, some of the furniture was knocked over, even the walls had small holes in them. Daryl checked the other room, making sure if this house was safe enough for him and Beth to be in as Beth set the crate with Moonshine down on the table.

The Dixon came over to Beth and picked up a Moonshine filled jar from the crate. He poured a bit Moonshine into the empty clean glass in front of Beth, "All right. That's a real first drink right there." He looked down at Beth and noticed the uncertain look on her face, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Beth replied, looking up at him, "It's just... my dad always said bad moonshine can make you go blind."

"Ain't nothing worth seeing out there anymore anyway." Daryl pointed out.

Beth stayed silent as she grabbed the glass and lifted it up to her lips, taking a small sip of Moonshine. Her expression twisted in disgust, "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted." She took another sip right after saying those words, emptying the glass. She let out a short chuckle, "Second round's better."

She reached out for the jar as Daryl spoke up to her, "Slow down."

Beth smiled at him, "This one is for you."

"No." Daryl shook her head at her offer, "I'm good."

"Why?" Beth asked, confused.

"Someone's got to keep watch." Daryl explained.

"So, what, you're like my chaperone now?" Beth asked him another question.

"Just drink lots of water." Daryl said, heading towards the exit from the cabin.

Beth nodded her head, "Yes, Mr. Dixon."


Daryl and Beth decided to stay in the cabin for the night. Daryl reinforced the windows with the desks he found somewhere in the cabin as Beth searched through the former owners stuff, finding some interesting things but nothing she and Daryl could use on the road. A walker came out of the woods and approached the walker, but they decided to leave it be for now, because it wasn't causing them many problems right now.

Beth even learned some stuff about Daryl's past life. It wasn't much but it still was something. She learned that his dad had place similiar to the shed where they found the Moonshine and this was the reason why Daryl knew where to look for something with alcohol.

Once they were done with securing this cabin, Beth offered Daryl a jar of Moonshine. This time, he accepted her offer, seeing no problem with it, considering that they were going to stay in this cabin for the night. It wasn't long before Beth came up with an idea and set up a little game for them to play.

"So first I say something I've never done and if you have done it, you drink, and if you haven't, I drink. Then we switch." She explained. She and Daryl were sitting on the floor, facing each other with a small table made of a crate standing between them. Each of them had a jar of Moonshine in front of them, "You really don't know this game?"

"I never needed a game to get lit before." Daryl replied, "How do you know this game?"

"My friends played. I watched." Beth explained, "Okay, I'll start. I've never shot a crossbow. So now you drink."

"Ain't much of a game." Daryl stated as he took his jar and took a sip of Moonshine.

"That was a warm-up." Beth pointed out, "Now you go."

Daryl scratched his chin, trying to come up with something, "I don't know."

"Just say the first thing that pops into your head." Beth told him.

"...I've never been out of Georgia." Daryl said after a moment of thought.

"Really?" Beth asked in suprise as she lifted up her jar and took a sip of Moonshine, "Good one. I've never... been drunk and did something I regretted."

Daryl took a sip of his Moonshine and placed his jar back on the crate, "I've done a lot of things. I've never been on vacation."

"What about camping?" Beth questioned.

"No." Daryl shook his head, "That was just something I had to learn to hunt."

"Your dad teach you?" Beth asked out of curiosity.

Daryl nodded in confirmation, "Mm-hmm."

"Okay." Beth nodded in return, taking a sip of her Moonshine, "I've never... been in jail. I mean, as a prisoner."

"Is that what you think of me?" Daryl asked her after a moment of staring at her in silence.

"I didn't mean anything serious." Beth explained, "I just thought, you know, like the drunk tank. Even my dad got locked up for that back in the day."

Daryl pointed at Beth's Moonshine, "Drink up."

"Wait." Beth said, "Prison guard. Were you a prison guard before?"

Daryl once again stayed silent for a moment, "No."

Beth nodded, "It's your turn again."

"I'm gonna take a piss." Daryl said as he got up from the floor, taking his jar with Moonshine with him. He made his way to the corner on other side of the cabin, dropping the jar on the floor, causing it to shatter into pieces.

Beth looked up at him, "You have to be quiet."

"Can't hear you!" Daryl yelled, his back facing her, "I'm taking a piss!"

"Daryl, don't talk so loud." Beth told him.

"What, are you my chaperone now?" Daryl retorted as he turned around to look at her again, "Oh, wait. It's my turn, right? I've never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony." He pushed the chair next to him, almost making it fall on the floor, "Never got nothing from Santa Claus. Never relied on anyone for protection before. Hell, I don't think I've ever relied on anyone for anything."

"Daryl..." Beth began, but was cut off.

"Never sung out in front of a big group out in public like everything was fun." Daryl cut her off, "Like everything was a big game. I sure as hell never cut my wrists looking for attention." All the noise caused the walker outside to growl which didn't went unnoticed by Daryl who made his way to his crossbow, "Sounds like our friend out there is trying to call all of his buddies."

"Daryl, shut up." Beth tried to shush him.

"Hey, you never shot a crossbow before? I'm gonna teach you right now." Daryl said as he grabbed Beth by her left arm and forced her back on her feet. He kicked the door open and took her outside, "Come on. It's gonna be fun."

"We should stay inside." Beth told Daryl as he led her to the walker, "Daryl, cut it out! Daryl!"

"Dumbass." Daryl said as the walker began heading towards him and Beth. He fired an arrow and it hit the walker in the stomach, pinning it down against the tree behind it, "Come here, dumbass."

"Daryl." Beth said but was once again ignored.

"You want to shot?" Daryl questioned her.

"I don't know how." Beth quickly replied.

"It's easy." Daryl said as he wrapped his free arm around Beth and made her stand in front of him, making it as if she was the one holding the crossbow, "Come here. Right corner."

He fired his crossbow and hit the walker again as Beth screamed out, "Just kill it!"

"Come here, Greene. Let's pull these out. Get a little more target practice." Daryl said, beginning to walk towards the pinned walker as Beth rushed past him and stabbed the walker in the head, "What the hell you do that for? I was having fun."

"No, you were being a jackass." Beth shook her head and pointed at the now dead walker, "If anyone found my dad..."

"Don't." Daryl cut her off, "That ain't remotely the same."

"Killing them is not supposed to be fun." Beth pointed out.

"What do you want from me, girl?" Daryl demanded to know.

"I want to you stop acting like you don't give a crap about anything!" Beth shouted in response, "Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It's bullshit!"

"Is that what you think?" Daryl asked her, his voice starting to break.

"That's what I know." Beth nodded.

"You don't know nothing." Daryl told her.

"I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl." Beth stated, "I'm not Michonne. I'm not Izzy. I'm not Carol. I'm not Gwen. I'm not Maggie. I'm not Bridgette. I've survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them. But I made it and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid."

Daryl let out a short growl, leaning his head towards Beth, "I ain't afraid of nothing."

"I remember." Beth began, "When that little girl came out of the barn after my mom. You were like me. And now God forbid you ever let anybody get too close."

"Too close, huh? You know all about that." Daryl pointed at her, his voice breaking more and more. He sounded like he was seconds away from breaking into tears, "You lost two boyfriends, you can't even shed a tear. Your whole family's gone, all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch."

"Screw you." Beth said, "You don't get it."

"No, you don't get it!" Daryl snapped, causing Beth to take a step backwards, "Everyone we know is dead!"

"You don't know that!" Beth yelled in response.

"Might as well be, 'cause you ain't never gonna see 'em again!" Daryl shouted right in her face as Beth let out a whimper, "You ain't never gonna see Maggie again."

"Daryl, just stop." Beth said, trying to calm him down.

"No!" Daryl shouted as he turned away from Beth, his back now facing her, "The Governor and Jose rolled right up to our gates. Maybe if I wouldn't have stopped looking. Maybe 'cause I gave up. That's on me..."

"Daryl." Beth said in a saddened manner, trying to stop Daryl from saying now, now understanding why he was so cold and distantever since they left the prison. He was blaming himself for what happened to her dad and DJ. He was blaming himself for what the Governor and Jose did. He was blaming himself for giving up on looking for them.

"No." Daryl said, about to cry, "And your dad and DJ. Maybe, maybe I could have done something..."

Beth launched herself at Daryl and wrapped her arms around his back, embracing him a comforting hug as Daryl lowered his gaze to the ground, crying.


The night has come and Duncan and Ezekiel gathered around the table in the living-room of the house they were staying in. They sat down on the floor, facing themselves and dug into their dinner which consisted of the cans that Ezekiel found in the kitchen earlier that day when they were searching through this house, both of them enjoying every piece of their meal.

They decided to stay in this house for the night. Sleeping in this house was much better for them than sleeping on the ground in the forest. They moved the furniture from the living-room to the front and back doors of this house a few hours ago, using them, using them to block the entrances to prevent anything from entering their shelter when they'll be asleep.

"Hey, homeschool." Duncan called out for Ezekiel right after finishing his dinner which consisted of some canned corn.

"What is it?" Ezekiel wanted to know.

Duncan pushed the now empty can off the table, hearing how it landed on the floor a second later and placed the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. He pulled out two glasses and put them on the table next to the bottle as he spoke, "How about we have a drink? I found this bottle right before you called me from the kitchen. It would be a shame to let a good drink go to waste."

"Jack Daniels?" Ezekiel eyed the bottle on the table, "I heard it's a strong one, eh."

"I heard about it too. That's why I want to try it out. " Duncan said, pouring himself a glass of Jack Daniels, "So, you want some or not?"

Ezekiel gave him an uncertain nod of his head. Duncan smirked as he poured Ezekiel a glass of Jack Daniels. He put the bottle aside and handed the glass to Ezekiel before grabbing his own glass, looking forward to his drink.

"Cheers." He said as he lifted up his glass to his mouth and drank the liquor. He smiled to himself, enjoying the taste. Ezekiels' reaction was completely opposite of his. The homeschool let out a few coughs after taking only one sip. The juvie laughed at Ezekiel's disgusted face, "What's wrong, homeschool? Never tried anything like this before?"

"No." Ezekiel shook his head, cringing at the soul taste of the drink, "We didn't have alcohol drinks in my house. My parents didn't like them. I assume you already tried alcohol before, eh?"

"I sure did." Duncan nodded his head, "It was about a week before I pulled the stunt that got me placed in the juvie. My older brothers Lawrence and Toby stole some rum from our parents' bar and we drank the entire bottle together."

Ezekiel rubbed his chin, "Eh, I guess your parents weren't happy when they found out."

"They weren't." Duncan nodded in agreement, "Lawrence got off easy because he was already in a drinking age. He just had to buy back the bottle. I and Toby got into some trouble, though because unlike Lawrence in the age that allowed us to drink."

Ezekiel nodded his head before letting out a soft sigh. He lifted the glass up and took another sip. This time the taste wasn't as sour as it was the first time when he tried it a moment earlier. He actually enjoyed the taste this time. He now understood why Duncan smiled after taking a sip of his drink.

"Do you think we'll find our people?" Ezekiel questioned Duncan after taking another sip of his drink.

"I like to think we will." Duncan replied, pouring himself another glass of Jack Daniels, "It's not the first time when our group got separated. We all got separated after the walkers invaded Hershel's farm and yet we found each other..." He paused for a moment when a certain person flew through his mind, "...Most of us did."

"I'm sorry about Courtney, eh." Ezekiel said, "I never got to say it to you but I'm sorry for what happened to her. I know she was important to you and you never even got a chance to say goodbye to her when she was still alive."

Duncan sighed, "At least I got a chance to patch things up with her when she and Andrea arrived at the prison."

It was when the last words that Courtney said directly to him right before she and Andrea left the prison and returned to Woodbury flew through his mind. She said that she was proud of him. The thought that she was proud of him in her final days always brought a smile to his face but it always was more of a bittersweet one because it was the last time when he saw Courtney alive. The next time he saw was when he discovered her lifeless corpse in Woodbury.

"You want to know something, homeschool?" He began as Andrea's message from Courtney flew through his mind, "The last message from Courtney that Andrea told me when I was sobbing over Courtney's corpse is one of the things that keeps me going. I will honor her memory by surviving for as long as I can."

"I know that I'm not the best person to say it to you but I'm sure that Courtney is still proud of you whenever she is now." Ezekiel said as Duncan offered him a grateful nod of his head. He wasn't as religious as Ezekiel was or as Hershel was before his death. He wasn't even a believer and considered himself to be an atheist but it didn't change the fact that he appreciated Ezekiel's words, "Do you want to know one of the things that keep me going?"

"Sure." Duncan nodded.

Ezekiel nodded and began his explanation, "One of the things that keep me going is hope of achieving one of the things I desire in my life."

"What is it?" Duncan wanted to know.

"A chance to redeem myself. To prove that I am more than what I presented in Total Drama. This is all I ever wanted, eh." Ezekiel replied, "This is why I will be forever grateful to Izzy, Owen and Noah. This is why I pray ever night that Owen has a happy life in Heaven. They gave a chance to prove myself back in Atlanta and became my friends, despise how unpopular I was among some of you. I will never forget about that. I hope that one day I will get what I want. The feeling that I have reedemed myself in the eyes of everyone."

"You don't need to worry about reedeming yourself." Duncan responded to Ezekiel's words, "You already did that."

Ezekiel looked at him in suprise, "Huh?"

"You already did that." Duncan repeated himself, "You and I may not be that close but you have already proven yourself to us. Everyone already forgot about the comments you made back on the island. Back in the prison, you were one of the people who were responsible for getting our people food when you were going out fishing with Izzy, Noah and Cody. You have no idea how many times the group had to count on the fishes you caught when we were lacking food. You became a valuable member of our group since all of this started, homeschool. Trust me, everyone thinks so."

Ezekiel smiled at Duncan, grateful for what he just said to him, "Thanks, Duncan."

Duncan shrugged, "I just said what anyone else from our group would said if you said those words to them."

"It still doesn't change the fact that I'm grateful for what you just said to me, eh." Ezekiel's smile grew wider as he spoke in a very grateful tone, "How about you share something with me, now. If you want to, of course."

"...Fine. There is something I can tell you." Duncan replied after a moment of staying silent, "I haven't told this story to many people. If you don't count my family, there are only three people that know about it." He paused for a moment and let out a sigh at the thought of Owen, "Only two now, considering that one of them is dead. It's the story of how I ended up in the juvie."

He looked at Duncan, asking him if he was interested in this story without saying any words. Ezekiel offered him a nod of his head in response, showing him that he was interested in hearing this story.

"It happened in school." The juvie began his story right after receiving Ezekiel's response, "I had this one teacher that everyone, even the best students hated."

"What did he do to make everyone hate him?" Ezekiel asked out of curiosity.

"He went to a prestigious university and wanted to be end up as someone important in life but not everything went according to his plan and he ended up as a teacher in our school." Duncan replied, "He liked to take out his frustations on his students."

Ezekiel glanced down, letting out a quick, "Oh..."

"There was this one guy in my class. His name was Rufus. Just think of Harold but with the personality of DJ. A lot of people from our classes thought that he was too good for this world." Duncan replied as Ezekiel nodded his head, listening to Duncan's story with interest, "He didn't come to school for two weeks and we had no idea why and when he finally came to school, he came several minutes late. He was of course asked why he was absent and he responded that he couldn't come to school because his dad has died.

Ezekiel shook his head. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose a parent at such a young age, "Poor Rufus."

"Yeah." Duncan nodded in agreement, "The entire class was stunned. Even I stayed silent and did nothing because I knew that the death of a parent was not something to joke about, even though I didn't have the best relationship with my dad. Do you want to know what this asshole did next? He said that it was none of his business and smacked Rufus' face for coming in late after being absent for two weeks."

"What?" Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, "He did not..."

"I'm not lying. This is exactly what he did." Duncan nodded in confirmation, "The entire class couldn't believe what this bastard just did. He just crossed the line that I wouldn't even dare to cross because even I knew when to stop with my stuff, or at least in most of the times I knew when to stop with it. It just set me off. The next thing he knew there was a book flying right at him and hitting him right in his face. He turned to me, absolutely livid but I didn't care. I snapped and began straight up wailing on him."

"What happened after that, eh?" Ezekiel wanted to know what happened to Duncan's teacher after this incident, still having hard time believing that a teacher would do something like that to a student that just informed him about the death of his parent.

"He was fired from his job because his way of doing things came to light." Duncan answered, "And I got put in the juvie shorty after this incident but you already know about this part."

"At least I know he didn't harm more kids, eh." Ezekiel stated. He really wished he had been put in normal schools instead of being homeschooled by his parents, maybe then this way things wouldn't turn out the way they did in Total Drama, but stories like this made him a bit relieved that he never had to worry about encountering teachers like this, "How were your first days in juvenile hall?"

"It wasn't that bad to be honest." Duncan replied, "I met this one guy named Freddie shorty I arrived there and not long after that he introduced me to his two buddies, Chad and Timothy. We formed our own group and stick together for most of the time. We even formed a plan to break out of the juvie, which failed and made sure to stick away from Mal and to not do anything to piss him off."

"Mal?" Ezekiel repeated the name that Duncan just mentioned, "Why would you be careful not to make him angry, eh?"

"This guy was just something else." Duncan replied, "Believe me, everyone, even the worst guys in the juvie feared him. You wouldn't want to be in in the skin of the guy who pissed him off. I hope he is not out there, but if he is, then I wouldn't be suprised if he was leading a group similiar to the Governor's and Jose's."

Ezekiel nodded his head. The description that Duncan gave him of Mal might have not been the best one he has ever heard in his life but it was enough for him to understand that Mal was not a pleasant person and he hoped that he and his group once they'll find them will never have to cross paths with him if he is out there somewhere.

Duncan and Ezekiel spent the next hour talking to each other while emptying the bottle of Jack Daniels, sharing some more stories from their lives from before the world became what it is today and learning more about each other. After the bottle was emptied and lay empty on the floor, Duncan and Ezekiel went to sleep, intending to be ready for the next day when they will continue their journey to find the surviving members of their group.


Daryl and Beth were outside of the cabin, leaning against the supporting beams of the cabin and looking at each other. Anything else around them was barely visible because it was night and the darkness already engulfed their surroundings at this point.

"I get why my dad stopped drinking." Beth spoke up to Daryl.

Daryl looked up at her, "Are you sick?"

"No." Beth shook her head, "I wish I could feel like this all the time."

"You're lucky you're a happy drunk." Daryl stated, "I'm a dick when I'm drunk. Merle had this dealer. This janky little white guy. A tweaker. One day we were over at his house watching TV. Wasn't even noon yet and we were all wasted. Merle was were watching this show and Merle was talking all this dumb stuff about it. And he wouldn't let up. Merle never could. Turns out it was the tweaker's kids' favorite show. And he never sees his kids, so he felt guilty about it or something. So he punches Merle in the face. So I started hitting the tweaker, like, hard. As hard as I can. Then he pulls a gun, sticks it right here. He says, "I'm gonna kill you, bitch." So Merle pulls his gun on him. Everyone's yelling. I'm yelling. I thought I was dead. Over a dumb cartoon about a talking dog."

"How'd you get out of it?" Beth wanted to know.

"The tweaker punched me in the gut. I puked. They both started laughing and forgot all about it." Daryl replied, "You want to know what I was before all this? I was just drifting around with Merle... doing whatever he said we were gonna be doing that day. I was nobody. Nothing. Some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother."

"You miss him, don't you?" Beth questioned Daryl to which he nodded in confirmation, "I miss Maggie. I miss her bossing me around. I miss my big brother Shawn. He was so annoying and overprotective. And my dad. I thought- I hoped he'd just live the rest of his life in peace, you know? I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby. And he'd get to be a grandpa. And we'd have birthdays and holidays and summer picnics. And he'd get really old. And it'd happen, but it'd be quiet. It'd be okay. He'd be surrounded by people he loved."

She paused for a moment to let out a short bittersweet laugh before continuing, "That's how unbelievably stupid I am. I wish I could just... change."

"You did." Daryl told her as Beth picked up her jar to take a sip of her Moonshine.

"Not enough." Beth stated, placing her jar on the ground, "Not like you. It's like you were made for how things are now."

"I'm just used to it, things being ugly." Daryl began, "Growing up in a place like this."

"Well, you got away from it." Beth stated.

Daryl shook his head, "I didn't."

"You did." Beth insisted.

"Maybe you got to keep on reminding me sometimes." Daryl sighed.

"No." Beth shook her head, "You can't depend on anybody for anything, right? I'll be gone someday."

Daryl quickly reacted to her words about her dying someday, "Stop."

"I will." Beth continued, "You're gonna be the last man standing. You are. You're gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone, Daryl Dixon."

Daryl let out a sigh, shaking his head, "You ain't a happy drunk at all."

"Yeah, I'm happy. I'm just not blind." Beth pointed out, "You got to stay who you are, not who you were. Places like this, you have to put it away."

"What if you can't?" Daryl asked.

"You have to." Beth replied, "Or it kills you."

Daryl put his hands on his knee, turning his gaze away from Beth, "We should go inside."

"We should burn it down." Beth suggested, smilling.

Daryl turned to look at her again, giving her a quick look before standing up from the ground, heading towards the entrance to the cabin, "We're gonna need more booze."

Beth smiled as she stood up and followed him into the cabin. They did exactly what she suggested. They poured the Moonshine all over the cabin, making sure the entire place will be burned into the ground. Once they were finished, they stepped outside and Daryl lit up a match and offered it to Beth, asking if she wanted to do the honors.

She said yes and took the match from Daryl who then held out a bill of money he found back in the golf club. She lit it up and the flames began to eat the paper. Daryl threw the burning money bill into the cabin, starting the fire which soon enough engulfed the entire cabin.

Daryl and Beth watched how the flames engulfed the entire cabin before the latter flipped it off. Daryl looked at her and followed her example a second later, flipping off the burning cabin as well. They turned away from the burning cabin a few seconds later and walked off into the darkness.


Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.