We pack up our things and some other supplies we find laying around. "That car was headed downtown. I say we get up in one of the tall ones, get ourselves a view, see what we see." Daryl flings a backpack around his shoulder.

"We can stay close to the buildings and keep quiet, but sooner or later, we're gonna be drawing 'em." Carol agrees with the plan.

"Sooner or later it is." I comment being the last one out the bedroom door.

We walk through the city, staying close to the corners and making our way around streets like we know the area. The roads we take are not littered with walkers, we take out only ones in our way. Daryl is in the lead, and he stops around a corner. He holds up his hand for us to stop, peaking around. He turns back to us "all right, we can get up there. There's a bridge."

The snarling sounds of the dead are audible to know there's a decent amount that way "how many?" I ask as he reaches in one of the bags for something.

"Enough for a distraction" he pulls out a yellow legal pad and a lighter. He lights it up, taking a second for it to burn. He leans forward and tosses it towards some trash. The trash ignites and the fire gets bigger causing enough distraction for us to sneak by. Daryl stays in the lead as we turn the corner to make our way to the sky walk. We turn into the parking garage and a walker greets us. Daryl takes it out his bow and we move on. We get up the to third floor and walk through the sky walk. When we turn down the hallway there are biters laying down in sleeping bags, died sometime in their sleep. The three of us take them out easily, their arms still wrapped in the blankets. A walker or two begin to stir from behind the tent, we all stare at it, wondering if it will get out. The tent stays up and zipped. "Some days, I don't know what the hell to think." Daryl comments walking passed it.

"Shouldn't we?" I question as I follow him.

"Naw, don't know how many can be in there.. They'll be fine" he says to me. We get to the other side, the doors chained shut. Daryl holds it open, it's wide enough for us to slide through. Carol goes first, sliding her weapons and bag through. I go after, her taking a hold of my bag and then Daryl is behind me.

"Good thing we skipped breakfast." I smirk to him as he squeezes through. He looks at me with a tired smile and we keep moving.

We walk through the halls, careful to stay quiet. Daryl whistles for us and we go over to the room he just opened. The room is large, looks like an office. I walk in slowly, going over to the window. "how did we get here?" I ask staring at the burned, run down buildings in front of me. My heart sinks and how many people were left behind, bombed to try and contain the disease. What a waste, I think to myself.

"Mm-mm. We just did." Daryl says putting his arm on my shoulder.

"You still haven't asked me what happened." Carol says to us, standing next to us staring out as well "after I met up with Tyreese, the girls."

I look to Daryl, letting myself rest against him "yeah, I know what happened." He says back, moving his bow around his other arm "they ain't here."

I look down, kids in this world and the last are the hardest to lose "it was worse than that." she says still staring out the window.

"The reason I said we get to start over... is because we gotta." He tells her, he tells me.

"The way it was..." I try to add on, not having anything else to say though, the way it was just can't be.

"Yeah." She hums out agreeing.

Daryl moves his bow down now, his body pulling away from me "you see something?" I ask him.

"I don't know." his hands are against the glass. "Hand me that rifle." he directs to Carol. She hands it to him and he looks through the scope. "Right there" he hands her the rifle next and points out the window.

She looks through the scope and I look out the window, putting my head to the glass for a better view. "It's been there a while." She says then passing me the rifle.

I look through the scope and see what they see. A white van, marked with two white crosses across the back "definitely one of them."

"It's definitely some kind of lead." Daryl says staring out at the van.

Carol breaks the silence "we should fill up."

"All right." Daryl agrees and we all turn to gather things. Carol goes to the water cooler, filling a bottle with clean water. "Hmm." He hums out.

He stares at a painting on the wall and I stare at him, his bruised eye healing but still swollen. Carol finished filling her bottle and I move to fill mine. "What?" She asks him.

"I bet this cost some rich prick a lot of money." He tells her. I take a big swig once it's filled, filling it up once more "looks like a dog sat in paint, wiped its ass all over the place."

"Really?" Carol comments back. "I kinda like it."

Daryl laughs "stop."

"I'm serious." She interjects, "you don't know me."

I pass my bottle of water over to him "Yep, you keep tellin' yourself that." He says after sipping from it. I follow Carol out of the room and as I do Daryl takes the time to slap my ass.

I turn to him with a smile and wide eyes. He smiles back and winks before nodding his head forward for me to keep going. I chuckle but do so, just happy to be with him.

We go back the way we came, back to the sky walk and the locked door. Daryl holds it open for me and I go through the first. I slide my bag around the door and slide under. I go to stand up but someone grabs me and puts a knife to my neck "shh" he demands. Carol comes through next, the sounds of the biters in the tent covering the man's heavy breathing.

He bends down to grab her gun, sliding it over his shoulder with the knife still at my neck. Carol turns and see's us, putting her hands up in surrender. Daryl goes to slide through the door next, the moment his bow is seen "Daryl, don't!" Carol tells him.

His eyes glance up and meet mine, the shade of blue from his eyes turning darker "get up. Hands up, both of you." The young kid directs them. Daryl stares, Carol keeping her hands up "Lay down your crossbow."

"You got some sack on you." Daryl snarls to him.

"Look, nobody has to get hurt. I just need weapons, that's it." He says, his hand still shaking around my neck.

"And her?" He asks gesturing to me.

"I'll let her go once I'm far enough away." He says. I don't believe him, and I know he doesn't either. "So, please, lay down your crossbow." Daryl does what he says, lowering his bow to the ground. "Back up." He directs and they do. He lifts up the bow, swinging it around the arm with the gun. "Sorry about this" he comments pulling out a knife from his pocket. Daryl steps forward just a little but he doesn't hurt me, he uses that knife and slides the blade across the tent, allowing the walkers to get out. "You look tough. You'll be all right." He says now walking backward.

The walkers stumble from the tents and as soon as Daryl goes to kill the first one the man runs faster backwards towards the door. A gun shot goes off and the boy drops me, my ass hitting the concrete. Daryl and Carol run past me, trying to open the door that shut slammed shut moments ago. They push at it, but the boy has already chained it shut, blocking that way out. He comes over to me "you alright" and helps me.

"I'm fine" I say brushing off my ass. We quickly walk back to the door we came in and look for another way out. We make it to a different part of the building, one that wasn't converted into anything yet. "Three bullets." Carol counts her gun. "We're in the middle of a city. He was stealing our weapons. Did you think I was gonna kill him?" She asks him. That answers my question of who got the shot off.

"You could of killed me." I say to her, a little frustrated at her quick judgement.

"I was aiming for his leg." she says looking at me "could that have killed him? Maybe, I don't know. But he was stealing our weapons." She says now to the both of us.

Daryl tries to shimmy a locked door open "he's a damn kid."

"Without weapons we could die. Beth could die." She argues.

"We'll find more weapons." I tell her.

"I don't want you to die." She says to him "or you" she looks at me. "I don't want Beth to die. I don't want anybody at the church to die, but I can't stand around and watch it happen either. I can't." She paces the room a bit "that's why I left. I just had to be somewhere else."

"Well, you ain't somewhere else; you're right here." Daryl stops picking the lock and stares at her. "Tryin'."

She meets his glare "look, you're not who you were and neither am I." Daryl takes a deep exhale and continues picking at the lock. "I don't know if I believe in God anymore or heaven, but if I'm going to hell, I'm making damn sure I'm holding it off as long as I can." Just then the door springs open and Daryl puts his knife back in his bag.

We go to leave but Carol drops her bag. The book from the temporary housing lies on the floor, Daryl coifs in her direction and kicks it further across the ground. I look to her wondering why she had it but all she does is shrug and move on.