I went back to the tent once the sun began to rise. I waited for Shane to get up before I would, that way he wouldn't ask questions. I had to wait a couple hours, but years of hunting with Daddy had taught me patience.

As soon as he left the tent, I changed my shirt. Why I didn't change into it right away, was beyond me.

"Idiot . . ." I grumbled to myself as I did the buttons up. I couldn't hide my throwing knife in my sleeve this time, the blouse was too big. I stepped out of the tent, and when I was sure no one saw me, I went to my hiding place and put my knife away. Going back to the front of the tent I find myself walking into Lori.

"S-sorry," I said. She opened her mouth to respond, only to close it and take a step back, eyeing me from head-to-toe.

"You changed," she said, surprised. "Where'd you get that shirt?"

I shrugged, "the boxes by the RV, Merle showed me."

She scrunched her eyebrows together, "Dixon?"

I nodded.

She stared skeptically for a moment. She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted, "I'm kinda hungry." I said hesitantly. I didn't remember eating at all the day before, and I knew if I didn't soon it would catch up to me. "Do . . . do you have anything?"

Lori raised her eyebrows, as if shocked I had spoken. She smiled and nodded her head. It was different than the smiles she usually gave, Shane always gave one similar. One with concern, sadness behind their eyes. Although, I wasn't sure why. It wasn't hard to tell they were fake.

But the smile Lori was giving me at that moment seemed different, she seemed genuinely happy. I didn't know why. She placed her hand on my back, leading me away from the tent and to a group of people eating. It wasn't the entire group, but most were there.

Lori sat me beside Shane on the ground, "she said she wants something to eat."

Shane glanced from me to Lori, several times, "you're going to join us?"

I nodded. The side of Shane's mouth twisted up into a crooked smile. Just like Lori's, it was different than usual. What are they so happy about?

Lori sat beside me and started filling a bowl for me. I felt a tad claustrophobic, I wasn't used to sitting with them like this. Usually, when I ate, I took my food into the tent or sat far away to eat alone. As I ate, I could feel both Lori's and Shane's eyes on me. I pretended I didn't notice.

"Carl is still asleep, he should be up soon." Lori told me.

"Oh. Okay." Was all I said. Why is she telling me this? I stood up and took my dirty dish to put it in a bin with the others.

"Sweetheart," Lori appeared at my side, crouching to my level. "How about we get you cleaned up, brush your hair a bit?"

"Oh! I can braid it!" I heard a flighty voice say. A blonde, who had been sitting with us, walked over, a smile on her face. I didn't remember her name but had seen her around camp with another blonde that I believed was her sister.

They both stared, waiting for a response. Lori wasn't smiling anymore, but her eyes seemed pleading.

"Uh . . . Okay." I said.

Lori's happy-self returned at my words, and the blonde jumped up excitedly.

I let Lori lead me to a plastic lawn chair as I tried to remember the last time I had actually brushed my hair. I had rinsed my hair out in the quarry but hadn't really washed it, or brushed it, I just put it up and tried to forget it existed.

I sat in the chair while Lori fetched a bucket which was full of water that had been boiled previously. I knew they weren't planning this, because without a doubt they didn't expect me to agree. I wondered what the original plan for the water was.

"Can you take the elastic out?"

I reached up to my ponytail and attempted yanking it out as I usually did. But I found that along the way out of my hair it had gotten tangled and I struggled, pulling on my hair.

"Here, I'll help," she said gently. I hesitated but lowered my hand. It only took a moment, but she had gotten my hair free.

"This may take some time." She told me, holding my hair in her hands. I knew she was talking about the knots and I was a bit scared, afraid of how much this was going to hurt.

"I'm Amy, by the way." The blonde smiled, handing Lori a brush.

I kept getting glances from Shane from a distance. Once I had become annoyed enough, I caught his eye, giving him my best glare possible. I was not entirely happy with letting Lori pull and tug at my hair, but it had to be done at some point, and I didn't have my own brush.

He must not have noticed I was glaring because he smiled widely and nodded, as if approving something.

"Head back. This'll be cold." Lori warned once she finished brushing. I put my head back and braced myself for what was to come. Lori slowly poured some of the water on my head, she rubbed in the water, doing this repeatedly until my was soaked. A lot of water had run down my back and I was sure the shirt was soaked. I found myself a bit annoyed once Lori began putting the shampoo in, she was very rough and it felt as if she was tangling my hair worse than it was before.

When she finished and rinsed the shampoo out, Amy took her place behind me and began brushing my hair again. To my surprise, it didn't seem as if there were one knot. After what seemed like eternity (which in reality was about five minutes), Amy finished with my hair.

"Thank you . . ." I said softly.

Lori nodded, "You're welcome, sweetheart."

"Anytime, I had fun." Amy said.

"Hey, Mom!" Carl ran up to us, smiling, his smile faltered a bit when he noticed me, "Hey, uh . . ."

Lori placed her hand on my shoulder as if attempting to coax me, "well? You going to tell him your name?" She seemed confident as she looked down at me, and for some reason I hated it.

"Nope." I said. I stood up and walked away without a second thought.

I felt angry at that. She hadn't exactly asked me my name, but she was using Carl to get it. That's what it seemed like to me.

People don't need to know our business. I heard Daddy repeat himself in my head.

It was bad enough all that I had mentioned to the Dixon's, and the answers I had given Merle the night before. When Daddy found camp I was going to be in big trouble. I tugged on my braided hair, attempting to relieve some of the frustration and fear.

"Did you see that?" I heard Lori say in a hushed voice.

"It's a start." Shane responded.

Their voices just angered me more. I knew they were talking about me, even if I didn't know what they meant. I kept walking away, thinking of what to do.

I glanced over at the Dixon camp, seeing neither brothers were there. Whether they were in the forest, or in their tent, I didn't know. I wasn't going to go talk to them, but for some reason, I wanted to. I told myself I'd ask for their help to teach me something Daddy didn't, and then leave them alone. They didn't want anyone in camp around them, especially a little girl.

I looked around, my eyes stopping at the RV, seeing Dale on the roof in his chair. He caught my eyes and waved, I waved back.

"You coming up?" He called down, "I have your book!"

I nodded, my anger dissipated and I smiled slightly as I made my way toward the RV and climbed up.

"How did you sleep?" He asked me as I sat down beside his chair.

"Fine." I lied. He handed me one of his books I had been looking at, I take it and open it half way through.

He eyed me skeptically before opening his own, "I see they got you to change. Also saw how happy Amy was doing your hair, she was having fun."

I shrugged.

"Missed you yesterday, grown fond of your company. Where were you?"

I cringed and looked down, remembering how he had covered for me with Shane the day before. In response, I shrugged again.

"You can't keep wandering off, you're going to get hurt."

"Those things don't come this far in the mountains, we haven't seen one." I reminded him, attempting to mimic his skeptical gaze. "If you're so concerned then why not tell?"

"Because that wouldn't stop you. I know you're not exactly comfortable with us, but you know anything you need just tell us. We want to help, you just have to let us."

"I don't understand what you think I need help with," I said bluntly. It was true, I hated the way they watched me, kept an eye on me. Because even though they did, the next moment they would forget all about me, I proved that theory by being in the woods for almost the entire day. No one had even looked.

I knew had to take care of myself, I'd been doing it for a long time. Why did they think I needed to be coddled? I was hoping as soon as Daddy found us he would put a stop to it. He had always made it clear I should be able to take care of myself.

Dale watched me for the next couple minutes as I pretended to read. Luckily, when he spoke again he changed the subject. "Glenn is going on a run, maybe you can ask him to find you a book, maybe something more suitable to your age. I remember that one being really boring."

I shrugged, not really caring, it wasn't like I was actually reading the book. He just thought I was, what I was really doing, was observing the camp.

I wish I could understand half the words in this stupid book.

Later on, I heard his voice from a distance. I turned around to where the car was parked to see Glenn and Merle facing each other, Glenn had a bag slung over his shoulder and was raising his hands up, as if in surrender. Merle was jabbing a finger into his chest, forcing him to step back. I could hear his tone of voice from where I was, but not what he was saying. Glenn nodded furiously, agreeing to whatever Merle had told him.

After that, Merle stomped off toward the RV. I expected him to turn toward his own camp, but he didn't. Instead, he kept walking. When he got close he raised his eyes up, meeting mine.

"Hey, girlie," he said once he reached the RV. "We got some rabbit, c'mon down."

"Rabbit?" I asked, a bit confused.

"Yeah, c'mon, gonna show me what ya learned." He turned away, walking toward his camp. When he realized I wasn't following, he turned back to me, "comin' or what?"

I nodded, still a bit confused. I put Dale's book down and dangled my legs over the side of the RV. I turned to Dale and waved, "bye, mister Dale."

He waved back, hesitantly, face scrunched up in confusion. I hopped down, when I was on the ground I began to follow Merle. But not before noticing some of the camps eyes on us. I kept my eyes on Merle, ignoring them.

At the brothers camp I was given the hunting knife I used the day before and one of the two rabbits they had caught in their snares. I skinned one while Daryl skinned the other, not saying a word as Merle instructed me.

I was actually really surprised when he told me to do this, but I didn't protest. I was sure that after I convinced him to teach me the first time, we wouldn't speak again.

I was a bit afraid how Daddy would react when he found out, he had never let me skin an animal or cut the meat. But only because I accidentally cut myself the first time, which was a couple years ago. He always got mad when I asked to try again. At first, I wasn't even going to ask the Dixon's because of this, but I hated asking Lori or Shane for food. I hated giving them a reason to talk to me, I hated being around them in general. I could take care of myself. I knew how to hunt and cook the meat, learning to skin would allow me to get my own food and avoid them.

Merle didn't seem as giddy or as frustrated as he was before, he actually seemed rather bored. I remained silent throughout the entire lesson, trying my best not to flinch when he got to close or attempted to nudge my hand into the right direction. I was sure my discomfort was obvious, but he didn't seem to notice.

When I finished, Merle took the skin and put in on the ground beside Daryl's, "why ya all quiet?"

"Daddy says best ta keep your mouth shut rather than go blabberin' on an' on." Don't speak unless spoken to. I remembered.

"Your daddy says a lot, eh?"

I shrugged, "'e gets mad when I don' listen."

Merle stared at me for second, his gaze flickering over my arms. He shook his head as he reached for the bucket on the ground beside Daryl. In the bucket was the meat Daryl had cut up. He had been finished cutting the meat before I even started.

"A'right, now we cut it. Every piece jus' drop in 'ere."

I stared off into the distance where the car was earlier. I regretted not talking to Glenn before he left on his run, I found myself wishing I had asked for him to find me my own hair brush.

"Eh, pay attention," Merle nudged me. "What ya starin' at?"

I glanced at Merle, "I saw you talkin' ta mister Glenn, you looked mad, what were ya talkin' about?"

"Glenn? The chinaboy?"

I nodded.

He smiled, "nothin'. Jus' givin' him a little scare tha's all."

"Why?"

"It's fun," He said as he let out a chuckle.

I thought about it for a moment, what was so fun about it? "Can I scare him?"

He laughed, "sorry, darlin', ya ain't scary."

I felt a bit disappointed. I knew he was right, I wasn't scary, no one would be scared of a little girl. I felt ashamed of that thought, that title. Little girl.

I knew I wasn't scary, but could I be?

"Merle," Daryl grunted. Merle and I both raised our eyes to him, but he wasn't looking at us. We followed his gaze to Shane, taking long, confident strides toward us.

"The fuck does he want?" Merle muttered, obviously annoyed.

"Jus' tell him to fuck off," I said, "tha's what Daddy says when he don' wanna talk."

Shane planted his feet in front of us and placed both hands on his hips. I don't like this, I thought, he looks like Lori when she's scolding Carl.

His eyes go wide at my hands, I glanced down, wondering what was wrong. I saw the knife and skinned squirrel in my hands, the ends of my sleeves soaked in blood. Oh. "What's goin' on here?"

"Nothin', officer," Merle drawled, smirking, "jus' havin' ourselves a lil' powwow."

He glared at Merle, pointing a finger at me, "the hell, she's just a kid! This is what you wanted her for?"

"Bein' a kid don' mean nothin'. I was younger than 'er when I was learnin'. She wan'ed ta be taught. I taught 'er."

Shane had no words, obviously not sure how to respond. He shook his head, breaking his death glare with Merle and looked at me. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

He took his hands off his hips and reached toward me, nudging my arm with his hand. I internally groaned, angry and disappointed he was making me leave, but I didn't show it. I dropped the uncut remains into the bucket and began to stand.

A heavy hand was placed on my shoulder, forcing me to sit back down. "She ain't hurtin' nobody, fine 'ere."

My eyes widened at Merle, who was glaring at Shane, looking as if he had already plotted his murder. Just the way he was glaring at Shane made me want to go and hide, it was a look similar to the one Daddy gave me when I was in trouble.

Shane took his hand back and ran it through his hair, biting his lip. "Yeah, that's not what's concerning me."

Merle abruptly stood, surprising me. He faced off with Shane, all traces of amusement gone. He sounded defensive, as if he had been insulted. "I haven't touched the fuckin' kid. Fine where she is, she don' wanna go nowhere."

Shane glared at Merle, not turning to me when he said, "C'mon, kid. Get up, let's go."

I was really confused. Thinking about it, I realized what would happen if I went with Shane. I'd probably go and pretend to read with Dale, help the ladies with laundry, help clean the dishes, or just stare into space waiting for the day to be over. I didn't want to be told to go play with the other kids, I didn't see what was so fun about chasing each other around in circles all day. If I stayed, I'd be learning something, something that could help me in the future. I liked sitting with the Merle and Daryl, it was quiet, it wasn't crowded, and they didn't talk or at me as if I was a toddler needing to be coddled.

I knew I was supposed to listen, do as I was told. But I never had two people telling me to do different things. I didn't really know who to listen to. I held my breath, attempting to hold back any expression from escaping my voice or my face. "No."

They both turned to me. Shane's eyes were widened with frustration, "listen, kid-"

"-Fuck off." I said, forcing my voice low, almost growling in my attempt to sound like Daddy. I tried my best to keep my expression blank, hiding that I was terrified.

I didn't want to be bad, but I wasn't sure if listening to Merle made me bad, or listening to Shane. Merle seemed to act a lot like Daddy, and I wasn't sure how Daddy was going to react to me being around a cop as much as I had been. Merle honestly seemed like the better option, especially when I was weighing Daddy's reaction to the situation.

Merle's smirk returned before turning back to Shane, "now, if ya want what ya asked for I suggest ya kindly fuck off."

Shane switched his gaze between Merle and me a couple times. When he finally glanced at Daryl, I did too. Daryl clutched his knife in front of him, as if ready to pounce.

Wow, they both look like they want to kill him.

Shane took one final look at me before he turned his heel and walked away.

Merle grunted and took sat back down beside me, "what makes 'im think 'e can come over 'ere, order us 'round, all high an' mighty like . . ."

"Cause 'es the cop?" I guessed.

He scoffed and patted my shoulder, "yeah, give 'em a badge they think they run everythin'."

"Mist-Merle . . ." I corrected, he grunted in response, "what did ya mean? When ya told him about what 'e asked for?"

"Yeah," Daryl stared curiously at Merle, obviously wondering the same thing.

Merle pulled a cigarette pack out of his vest pocket, I watched as he brought one to his lips and lit it. After inhaling and exhaling, he spoke, "Camps runnin' low on food, wants us ta go hun'ing for the rest a' the group."

"Fuck tha-"

"-a'ready agreed, baby brother."

"I ain't-"

"-You do as I say 'fore I beat your lily white ass, ya hear?"

Daryl grunted, "fuckin' stupid, why would you agree to tha'."

"Remember what we're 'ere for. Can't have no one 'spect anythin'."

"Will you shut your mouth, kids righ' there."

Merle rolled his eyes and briefly glanced at me, "she ain't gonna say nothin'. Are ya?"

I shook my head, even though I had no idea what they were talking about. What are they here for?

"'s like I said, Darlina, can't have 'em 'spect anythin'. 'specially after that lil' disagreement." He said, and I knew he was talking about Shane from a few moments before.

"Your own fault for bringing the kid over 'ere," Daryl pointed his knife at him accusingly. "The fucks goin' through your head?"

Merle took a long drag of his cigarette before smirkin' at me, "I like 'er. She's funny, outrigh' told tha' cop ta fuck off. Damn cutest thing I eva' seen."

Cute? I ain't cute.

"Whatever happened to no attachments?"

"Ain't got no attachments." Merle retorted, eyeing his cigarette.

Daryl scoffed and stood up, "whatever, goin' ta take a piss."

Merle grunted in response as his brother walked off. I stared at Merle, pondering what to say.

"What?" He said, not really asked as he stared at the ground.

"I-I was wonderin' . . . when ya go hun'ing for the group . . . Can I help?" I asked nervously.

He eyed me for a minute, then brought the cigarette to his lips as he spoke. "That throwin' knife ya brough' yes'erday, how many ya got?"

"Six."

"Ya said ya can't sink 'em?"

"Not really." I glanced down, embarrassed.

"A'right, when we go bring ya knives, I'll see if I can show ya."

My eyes widened, "really?"

"S'long as ya do what I say an don' be a pain in the ass. I ain't no babysitter." Merle took the uncut meat from the bucket I put it in a few minutes before, and placed it in my hands. I picked up the knife and he began instructing me again. I couldn't keep myself from smiling, but I was also a little nervous. What if Merle got mad like Daddy did? After a couple lessons he had given up, calling me hopeless. That was a long time ago, maybe I could finally do it right.

Daryl returned a short while later, "gettin' sick of eatin' squirrel."

"Tha' why ya got rabbit." I remarked, waving a freshly sliced piece of meat in his direction before placing it in the bucket.

Merle laughed, tossing what remained of his cigarette to the ground. Daryl gave me a brief glance, but ignored what I said.

"Gonna go for a longer trip soon, see if I can fin' any deer."

"Best idea now that we're feedin' the rest a tha camp." Merle said.

Cutting the meat didn't take me nearly as long as it did to skin it. When I'm finished, Daryl begins to prepare their fire and Merle gave me a nod of approval. Taking that as my leave, I placed the knife on the ground and stood. Before I can go anywhere, he grabbed my forearm, forcing me back down.

"You're eatin' what ya skinned."

I turned my head to him in an attempt to read his expression. But it was seemingly blank as he watched his brother prepare the fire. I glanced at Daryl but he doesn't return the gaze, acting as if I didn't exist. Not that I minded. Being ignored wasn't a foreign aspect, especially by Daryl. Thinking on it, he hadn't directed many words to me himself, only Merle.

I was confused as to why he wanted me here, or even let me be here. I understood a bit when he first invited me over, it was to make sure he had actually taught me something the day before. But why let me stay? Daryl obviously didn't like me, and Merle . . . I wasn't sure what was going through his head.

I flexed my fingers, hating the sticky dry feeling the blood was giving them. I wanted to go wash them off but Daryl doesn't even seem to notice the blood on his hands, and doesn't look as if he plans on cleaning them. So I kept my mouth shut.

This is awkward.

I didn't eat much, but what I did eat seemed to be enough for Merle becase he told me to beat it. I didn't protest or complain, it's not like I wasn't expecting it, so I mumbled a thank you and left. When I did, I saw the ladies heading down to the quarry with laundry, I decided to follow them and help, I needed to go wash my hands anyway. I trailed behind them and made sure to wash my hands off before approaching them.

"Hi," I said as I walked up to their chosen place. Carol was there, a skinny women with short hair, she had been with Lori a couple times while trying to convince me to play with the other kids. She was sweet, but obviously distant. Amy and her sister were there too, and a black women whom I didn't know the name of.

"Hey, what's up?" Amy asked, smiling.

"Can I help?"

Carol nodded, she was always around when they did the laundry. Every time I asked to help with anything and she was around, she suggested I go play. Each time I refused and helped, I was glad she seemed to have given up.

Sadly, Amy's sister didn't. "You don't wanna do laundry, it's boring. Heck, we don't even want to do it."

"Escape while you can." The black women remarked and they all laugh at that. Except me, of course.

What else did they think there was to do? Not like any of us has a lotta options.

"No," Carol said, "she prefers hard work over fun, I've tried to convince her otherwise."

"How convenient for us." Amy's sister said. Amy and Carol laughed.

I stepped between them and got to work. After a while, when everything was finished, Carol thanked me for the help and we walked back to camp. I decided to join Dale back up top the RV. I climbed up the ladder to see the book I was looking at where I left it.

"Was wondering when you were gonna come back."

He's gonna ask questions. Think quick, Dale doesn't beat around the bush.

"What were you doing with Merle Dixon?" He asked as I sat down next to him.

"Eatin'."

"Is that all? I was watching for a bit. I saw Shane go over there, he told me what happened, he wasn't too happy."

Shane, I forgot about him. I'm in so much trouble. "If you were watchin', then ya a'ready know, no point in askin'." I involuntarily cringed, waiting for the scolding or punishment for my remark. When it didn't come, I glanced at Dale, who was already back to his book. Weird, I thought. It seemed everyone was starting to realize they would get nowhere with me. That was good, it meant fewer questions.

When we heard the car approach camp, we both glanced at it, Dale raised his binoculars. Glenn was back. People from the group including Shane ran over to greet him happily, but Glenn wasn't so happy. He walked away from everyone and the car without helping to unload the supplies like he always did. I watched as Shane opened the trunk, he peered into it for a moment with a look of confusion, then slowly closed it. He shrugged to those around him, who were asking questions. He silently answered that he didn't know.

I glanced at Dale, "Bit early for 'im ta be back, ain't it?"

Dale nodded, lowering his binoculars. Glenn coming back sooner than expected wasn't the only strange thing. He hadn't come back with any supplies.

Glenn acted strange the rest of the day, I had never actually talked to him but I spent enough time observing the camp to know he was acting weird. He was distant and didn't want to talk to anyone. After a few attempts, they all decided to give him his space. Something must have happened in Atlanta.

It was still a while before bed time when I decided to try and go to sleep. I was so tired, I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up. I knew the nightmares weren't going to go away, and I was almost okay with that, but only because I was so used to them. Daddy was a deep sleeper, whether it had to do with the amount of alcohol he drank, I didn't know. But the few nights I had screamed loud enough to wake him up, were not pleasant ones, and not because of the nightmares.

So far, I had not managed to wake anyone with my nightmares, but mostly because I didn't really sleep in Shane's tent. The few times I did dose off, the nightmares weren't too bad. But I had to figure something out soon, my head began to hurt from exhaustion. I laid down on my cot in the tent, letting myself sleep before Shane went to bed.

When I woke up, it was dark outside, I was surprised I didn't have a nightmare. I felt pretty awake and was sure I could get by another day, maybe I'll sleep this good next time. To my surprise, Shane came into the tent only a few moments after I woke up. I pretended to sleep as I waited for him to pass out. Once he did, I left, trying to think of something to do for the next few hours.

Later on the next day, I was on the roof of the RV with Dale, sitting beside his lawn chair under the sun umbrella.

"You've got to be boiling in this heat," Dale exclaimed. I was pretty warm. The shirt Merle had found for me was much thinner than my old one but I was still wearing jeans. Before Lori and the others gave up a couple days ago I was being offered clothes so they could get me out of my thick, black shirt. I didn't have anything to hide on my legs, but upon my refusal I always said I was cold, accepting shorts and refusing t-shirts wasn't going to back that up. This shirt was much lighter and thinner than the last, so maybe no one would question it, I decided I'd ask Lori later on.

"I'm fine," I said. Dale reached down from his chair, grabbing his water bottle and handing it to me, "here. At least have some water, you'll dehydrate."

I stared at his water bottle, noticing there wasn't a lot left.

He nodded at me, giving me a fierce look, "take it! I was going to go and refill it anyways."

I was thirsty, so I took it. I unscrewed the cap and took a couple gulps. As glanced around camp, my eyes found Glenn. He was still acting strange, he wasn't exactly as distant but he still wasn't talking. Instead, he was silently helping out with chores while getting sad and curious looks from the group, all of them wondering what happened out on his run. He didn't return anyone's gazes but I could tell he knew they were there, he was just ignoring them. I know how you feel.

"Mister Dale, do you know what's wrong with mister Glenn?" I asked, proceeding to drink more of the water. I was pretty sure he didn't know, but Glenn seemed to talk to Dale a lot.

"Oh, he's just a little shaken up from the run he went on yesterday. He won't talk about it, but somethin' must've spooked him. He'll be fine soon, he'll find something to cheer him up."

Dale folds the corner of the page in his book, marking his place as he watched me finish his water. He placed the book down and reached for the bottle. "I'll go refill it, I'll get you your own too, can't have you catching heatstroke."

He stood up at the same time I turned my head to the Dixon camp, seeing both brothers. An idea popped into my head when I saw Merle. I yanked on Dale's pantleg before he could go anywhere, "do ya wanna play a prank on mister Glenn?"

He glanced down at camp, eyeing Glenn before crouching down to me, a smile etched into his face, "you have something in mind?"

I nodded my head, pressing my lips together in an attempt to hold back a smile. I pulled him toward my by his shoulder and whispered my idea into his ear.

His smile widened as he adjusted his hat, "you sure?"

"Done it bunch a' times, ya seen. Jus' gotta time it right."

"Alright. Remember, this was your idea alone, I had no part."

I placed my index finger and thumb, swiping it across my lips in 'my lips are sealed' motion.

"Don't let him see you." Dale stood and climbed down the ladder, while I crouched low to the edge of the RV, trying to stay out of sight. It was hard since I would be right in front of him, but Glenn was very unobservant today. The plan depended on him not looking up.

When Dale was on the ground he took a couple steps away from the RV. "Hey-"

"-Wait!" I whisper-yelled at him, Dale turned back to me, confused. I turned away, standing on my knees and looking toward the Dixon brother's camp. I start waving my hands, attempting to get their attention.

Luckily, Daryl caught my eye. I pointed toward Merle, Daryl elbowed his brother in the gut and nodded in my direction. I separated my index and middle finger, gesturing toward my eyes. Then I pointed at them with my pointer finger, then back at me again, hoping they got the message. Watch me.

"Okay." I nodded at Dale, crouching low again.

He nodded, "Hey, Glenn! Can you come here a sec?"

Glenn glanced in Dale's direction, but thankfully not up at me. He walked toward us then planted his feet in front of him. "Yeah? What's-"

I pushed off the RV with my legs, when I landed on the ground with a thump, I yelled. "BOO!"

"HOLY SHI-" Glenn jumped back, stumbling a few steps before falling on his ass, gasping for breath.

Dale Immediately burst into laughter andI joined him, not even attempting to hold it back. I glanced toward the Dixon's to see Merle bent over, covering his mouth with his arm, laughing. I had never seen him laugh like that. Daryl was still sitting but he seemed to be smiling, I was too far away to tell. Either way, I took it as a victory.

I could be scary.

"What the hell?!" Glenn shouted, "that wasn't funny!" A smile broke onto his face and he began to laugh with us, but not as hard. Dale reached hdown to Glenn and helped him up.

"Why'd you do that?! That wasn't funny!" Glenn exclaimed again, still laughing.

I pointed at Dale, "it was his idea."

"Hey," Dale pulled his hat off and smacked me on the arm with it, "what did I say?!"

Glenn shook his head, rubbing his beat red face. Dale put his hat back on and patted my shoulder, "our friend here noticed you were a bit down today."

I glanced at Dale. Friend?

"Not sure if I should thank you or not. That was really mean. You gave me a heart attack. Nice, kid." Glenn said, a huge grin on his face. I could tell he was trying to be serious.

Merle was right, that was fun.