"You still worrying about it?" Andrea asked Lori making us all stop and turn to her.

"It was a gunshot." She stated.

"We all heard it." Daryl reminded her.

"Why one- Why just one gunshot?" she asked turning to us briefly.

"Maybe they took down a walker." Daryl said offering a scenario that was probably wrong. Rick had had his gun on him when he and my dad went chasing after Sophia but they hadn't used it.

"Please don't patronize me. You know Rick wouldn't risk a gunshot to put down one walker, or Shane. They'd do it quietly." Lori told him.

"Shouldn't they have caught up with us by now?" Carol asked.

"There's nothing we can do about it, anyway. Can't run around these woods chasing echoes." Daryl told her.

"He's right. A forest this size we probably won't find them, or our way back." I explained.

"So, what do we do?" Lori asked him.

"Same as we've been. Beat the bush for Sophia and Jack, work our way back to the highway." Daryl told her.

"I'm sure they'll hook up with us back at the RV." Andrea said trying to reassure the young mother.

"I'm sorry for what you're going through. I know how you feel." Andrea said to Carol as we started moving again.

"I suppose you do- Thank you. The thought of her, out here by herself... It's the not knowing that's killin' me. I just keep hopin' and prayin' she doesn't wind up like Amy." Carol said before realizing what she said and who she said it to. "Oh, God! That's the worst thing I ever said."

"We're all hoping and praying with you, for what it's worth." Andrea told her before Daryl chimed in his two sence.

"I'll tell ya what it's worth- Not a damn thing. It's a waste of time, all this hopin' and prayin'. We're gonna locate that little girl. She's gonna be just fine. Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord." Daryl said making me smile before we moved on.


Back at the RV, James was sitting on top of the RV as Michael and T-Dog stared out into the forest looking for any sign of the others and Dale worked on getting spare parts out of the vehicles around them.

"We are gonna have quite a collection of spare parts, I tell ya." Dale said standing up straight and cleaning off the tool he had been using.

"Shouldn't they be back by now?" T-dog asked no one in particular.

"It's still light. Let's not worry, just yet." Dale told him before looking at the younger man. "How are you feelin'?" T-Dog just turned and looked at him before nodding slightly and moving away. "T-dog? I asked you how you were feeling just now. Please don't blow that question off." Dale begged him drawing Michael into the conversation. He was told to stay because T-Dog had been injured badly enough that any medical professional would be worried about him.

"It really, really hurts. It's throbbing something awful." T-Dog told them.

"Let me see your arm." Michael told him. T-Dog lifted his arm and Michael grabbed his wrist before lifting the bandage enough to see the damage being done before lowering the bandage back down.

"Ah, don't-don't touch it!" T-Dog cried when he accidentally brushed a finger against it.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. Listen, your veins are very discolored. You could die from blood poisoning." Michael told him and T-Dog just laughed.

"Oh, man. Wouldn't that be the way? World gone to hell... The dead risen up to eat the living... And Theodore Douglas gets done in by a cut on his arm." T-Dog said as he continued laughing at the idea.

"Yeah, that would be-that would be stupid. I-I've been saying since yesterday, we gotta-we gotta get you some antibiotics. We've been ransacking these cars the whole time." Dale said looking around the men.

I can't believe that we haven't found some ampicillin, or something on the whole road." Michael said looking around at the many cars they've been through and the few they hadn't.

"Seems like there would be." T-Dog agreed.

"Well, that's what I think." Dale chimed in. "Well... We, uh, we haven't been through enough. So, let's look some more." The three of them started looking through the cars again with a new vigor. T-Dog opened on the cars and dug through the glove compartment. He didn't find any antibiotics but he found cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack and stuck it in his mouth before turning to the back seat where a car seat covered in blood and thicker things sat. He trembled at the sight of it, trying not to think about the child who must have been in there screaming and crying before running off. Michael dug through one of the trunks and saw nothing but clothes until he got to the last bad. The last bag was a makeup bag and he shook his head before digging through it. At the very bottom of a bag was a black velvet box large enough to house a good size necklace. He opened it and found a small array of what used to be very expensive jewelry. He thought about it for a minute before picking one of the items and putting the rest back in the bag.


Jack and Sophia walked quietly through the woods looking for shelter that wasn't another tree. The tree idea was a good one but after a while they would need to find another way to sleep instead of sitting straight up and down. He had decided to go to the church with the little girl knowing if the others were looking for them then that was where they'd go. The only moment they'd stopped was when they'd heard the gunshot. They wouldn't risk the group for just one Walker, so why only one gunshot? He stopped moving before debating their next move. It was the same as with the church bells they'd heard which had stopped some time ago.


"We'll lose the light before too long. I think we should call it." Daryl told us.

"Let's head back." Lori said.

"We'll pick it up again tomorrow?" Carol asked looking at me and Lori.

"Of course." I told her with a smile on my face.

"Yeah, we'll find them tomorrow." Lori said offering the two of us a smile. Daryl whistled and we all followed him back to the road.


"Found some more batteries, a bottle of very trendy pink water, an excellent new machete, and I thought Glenn might like this guitar. Maybe he plays." Dale told T-Dog who was sitting next to the RV smoking a cigarette before sitting down himself. "No drugs. You?"

"Yeah, ibuprofen and these." T-Dog told him. "What are we doin'?" he asked Dale suddenly as Michael leaned against the RV next to them.

"Pullin' supplies together." Dale told him.

"No, I mean... What are we doin'? People off in the woods, they's looking for that poor girl and that man and we're here. Why? 'Cause they think we're the weakest. What are you, 70?" T-Dog asked him.

"64." Dale corrected.

"Uh-huh..." T-Dog said taking another breathe from the cigarette. "And I'm the one black guy. Realize how precarious that makes my situation?"

"What's your point?" Michael asked him.

"Well your little girlfriend just dropped you like a bad hat to stay here. And her brother is just here for show." T-Dog told him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dale asked him.

"I'm talking about two good-old-boy cowboy sheriffs and a redneck whose brother cut off his own hand because I dropped a key and a girl who was trained by a survival expert. Who in that scenario you think is gonna be first to get lynched?" T-Dog asked him.

"You can't be serious. Am I- Hey, am I missing something? Those cowboys have done all right by us. And if I'm not mistaken, that redneck went out of his way to save your ass- More than once. And the survival experts are family people who don't leave anyone behind."

"And don't forget about Andrea. Kills her own sister." T-Dog said pushing one of Dale's well known buttons.

"She was already dead." Dale reminded him.

"Then wants to blow herself up. Yeah, she's all there." T-Dog said.

"She's havin' a tough time. What is wrong with you?" Dale asked him.

"The whole world's havin' a tough time. Damn, man- Open your eyes. Look where we are- Stuck in this mess here!" T-Dog said his voice raising with every word.

"Shh!" Dale said trying to calm him never noticing the young boy who had gotten off the RV.

"Let's- Let's just go. Let's just take the RV." T-Dog said.

"You've gone off the deep end." Dale said.

"I mean it, man. Why are we on the side of this road like live bait? Let's go, the four of us. Let's go before they get back." T-Dog begged trying to stand up. Dale and T-Dog were shocked to see a gun pointed at the black man's head as he slowly sat back down.

"We don't leave without my sister and father. Understood?" James asked him. He slowly nodded staring at the gun as Michael moved to James.

"Put it down, James. No point in killing over scared words." Michael told him. James thought about it for a minute before doing as he was told. Dale moved his hand close to T-Dog head and felt for a fever.

"Oh, my God! You're burnin' up. Give me that." Dale took the meds from T-Dog and poured out a few into his hand before handing them to him. "Come on. Here, take these. We've got to knock that fever down." T-Dog took the meds and the pink water before staring up at the sky. "Where the hell are they?" Dale muttered looking towards the woods.


"How much farther?" Lori asked Daryl as we all marched through the tall grass.

"Not much... Maybe a hundred yards as the crow flies." He told her.

"Too bad we're not crows." Andrea said not noticing she was walking away from the group.

"You've been very quiet since this all happened." Lori said to me.

"You want me to talk your ear off?" I asked her.

"That's not what I meant." She told me. "Look…" she stopped talking as we all heard a scream and a quick look at our group and we could see who was missing. "Andrea?" we all started running following the screams trying to get to Andrea before whatever had her killed her. We got there just in time to see a woman on a horse kill the Walker attacking Andrea.

"Lori? Lori grimes?" she asked the terrified blond. "Whoa!"

"I'm Lori." Lori told her.

"Rick sent me- You've got to come now." The woman told her.

"What?" Lori asked her.

"There's been an accident- Carl's been shot. He's still alive but you've gotta come now. Rick needs you- Just come!" Lori immediately took off her pack and went to her.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa! We don't know this girl. You can't get on that horse." Daryl said trying to talk sense into her.

"Lori, think about this." I told her.

"One gunshot." She reminded us. "Why just one?"

"Rick said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl?" the brunette asked us.

"Uh-huh." Glenn answered.

"Backtrack to Fairburn road. Two miles down is our farm. You'll see the mailbox- Name's Greene- Hi-yah!" she said before turning the horse and we watched as she and Lori rode off back to where we hoped Carl, Rick and Shane were. The Walker rose and started wheezed at us.

"Shut up." Daryl said shooting it in the head before we all started back to the RV.


Screams echoing in the forest, not the greatest of moral boosters. Jack looked up and saw the sky going grayer.

"Just a little longer, then we'll climb another tree. Ok?" he asked the young girl next to him.

"Mr. Jack, I'm hungry." She told him and he pulled her close to him the best he could.

"I know. Maybe tomorrow we'll find an abandoned farm or something. Then we'll eat and take some with us." He told her trying to keep her spirits up. It might have been a stupid idea but it was the only way he could get her not to give up on finding food, shelter and the others.


"Shot? What do ya mean shot?" Dale asked us after we told him the whole story.

"I don't know, Dale. I wasn't there. All I know is this chick rode out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori." Glenn told him.

"You let her?" Dale asked Daryl.

"Climbed down out of my asshole, man. Rick sent her. She knew Lori's name and Carl's." Daryl told him.

"I heard screams- Was that you?" Dale asked Andrea as she walked by him.

"She got attacked by a walker. It was a close call." Glenn told him.

"Andrea, are you all right?" Dale called to her. She turned to him and shook her head before going inside the RV and slamming the door behind her.

"I won't do it." Carol told us when we told her the plan. "We can't just leave."

"Carol, the group is split. We're scattered and weak." Dale told her.

"What if they come back and we're not here? It could happen." Carol said.

"If James and Sophia found their way back and we were gone, that would be awful." Andrea said.

"Dad would think we'd moved on. He'd understand but there's no way he'd be able to find food everyday out here without a weapon." I pointed out. I might have worried Carol but it needed to be said so someone, anyone, would stay.

"Okay. We gotta plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I'll hold here tonight, stay with the RV." Daryl said.

"If the RV is stayin', I am too." Dale told them.

"I'll stay too." I said. "Three sets of eyes are better than two."

"Thank you. All of you." Carol said.

"I'm in." Andrea said and I looked between her and Dale for a sign he wasn't happy with it. He wasn't.

"Well, if you're all staying then I'm—" Glenn started saying but he was cut off.

"Not you, Glenn- You're going. Take-take Carol's cherokee." Dale told him.

"Me? Why is it always me?" Glenn asked him.

"You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on- But most important, you have to get T-Dog there. This is not an option. That cut has gone from bad to worse." Dale told him.

"He has a serious blood infection." Michael provided.

"Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics." Dale said and I watched as Daryl moved to his motorcycle. "Because if not, t-dog will die, no joke." We watched as Daryl picked up oil rags and a bag full of pill bottles.

"Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle." Daryl said as he walked back to us and threw Dale's rags back to him. "Why'd you wait till now to say anything? Got my brother's stash. Crystal, x- Don't need that. Got some kick ass painkillers." Daryl said tossing a bottle to Glenn. "Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither. It's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion." Daryl said before walking away.

"Saved by the clap." I said before laughing lightly. "Only at the end of the world. Michael, I want you and James to go with them. Trained gun just in case anything happens and you need to be there in case anything happens with T-Dog."

"Why not you?" he asked me and I gave him a look. "Why do you get to tell us what to do?"

"Cause I know more about this than you do. You say you went through classes for surviving, but that won't be enough now. Gather what you need and get ready to move out." I told him before going to find James and tell him the plan.