Daryl, Scarlett and a sulking Merle had been walking through the tree's for at least an hour, making their way towards wherever it was Daryl called home. Though she had tried a few times, Scarlett decided against trying to make conversation as she didn't want to push the Dixon brothers into talking. Tension was once again thick in the air and Scarlett was wondering how two men; who were supposed to be brothers, managed to hold such anger unknowingly towards each other.

Scarlett also wondered why she was even still with the two brothers. Many thoughts of reasoning had gone through her brain. Maybe it was the fact she had not seen living people in months. Or maybe it was the fact that she somehow felt a sense of comfort within them. Either way, she wasn't too sure of the exact answer. She had tried to walk away multiple times after the brothers outburst, but couldn't find it within herself to do so.

Scarlett abruptly stopped and scanned the area. "What are ya' doing" Merle demanded after a few seconds went by with no movement.

"You hear that?" Ignoring Merle, she shot the question at Daryl.

"Hear wha-"

"Gunshots." Daryl cut Merle off. "It's coming from the prison! C'mon"

"A prison?" A bewildered Scarlett asked. "That's where you've been holding up?" What with how fast the three were moving, it took them no longer than a few minutes of running through the trees before Scarlett saw what must have been the prison watch tower... Only, it was on fire. The flame's coming from the tower had no culture, no pity, no mind, yet it consumed whatever part it pleased. Its only criteria was if it could take it and reduce it to ash or something molten and foul, then it would.

Raising her bow from it's place on her back, she ran after the Dixon brothers, loading and releasing arrows into the head of walkers who got a little too close for comfort. The noise from the prison must have been attracting the dead as it seemed like the three weren't the only ones moving towards it.

When the trio broke through the tree line, the brothers instantly broke off on their own paths, each using their own respected weapons to kill the dead. It was also a difficult job trying to keep out of the line of the bullets that felt like they were coming from every which direction. Scarlett, however, stood in a trance, wondering what on earth she had just gotten herself into.

"Hey sweet cheeks, ya' gonna 'elp us out or what?" Merle shouted, removing his knife from the skull of a female walker a little to harshly for her liking.

Shaken from her thought's, Scarlett nodded, raising her bow once more and aligning it towards a male walker who was advancing on another male, pinned against the fencing. Scarlett released the bow string which triggered the arrow causing it to move through the air at lightning speed. It was almost as if the arrow was attached to a motorized plane which was moving down the runway and into the sky. She watched the arrow as it landed in the side of the walkers head, causing it to fall to the ground like a sack of spuds.

The man in question, who had been pinned to the fence, looked around before his eyes landed on Scarlett. She grabbed another arrow from the sheath on her back as the man nodded a small thank you. She gave a curt nod before moving to the left of a walker that was about to leap on her, causing it to tumble to the ground. Scarlett used the arrow as a sort of knife and drove the tip into the back of its head, waiting for it to go limp before tugging her arrow back out with a small grunt.

This went on for a few minutes, the only change being the sound of gunshots that were no longer present in the air. This being a noticeable change as the gunshots once wrecked into the air as loud as thunder but without the raw power of a storm. In comparison they were tiny and small, coming from every which direction. Even if they could have been mistaken for the cracks of an oncoming squall, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The shots that had stopped were closely followed by cars making a quick exit from the surrounding area. The wheels on the cars stuck to the ground like glue as they pulled up dirt in there speedy exit.

Once most of the dead ones had been dealt with, Scarlett set of at a quick pace to reclaim her arrows in the surrounding area. She knew which arrows were hers and which belonged to Daryl because the arrowhead's of her arrows were a rusty metallic blue shade while Daryl's were a plain rusty silver. Scarlett put her own arrows back into her sheath on her back but kept hold of the arrows she had collected that didn't belong to her. She knew how difficult they were to make and knew of how hard they were to come by nowadays. When she caught up with the Dixon brothers, she held her hand out with the arrowheads pointing towards her for Daryl to take. He took the three arrows with a curt nod.

The three caught up with the man with whom Scarlett had saved. He looked to be a fairly well looked after man with dark hair and blue eyes. His face glimmered with pain that she could feel pulsing from him. However, he smiled at Daryl and gave him a pat on his back before welcoming him back.

Scarlett followed the three men as they moved through the gates and up the courtyard towards the prison entrance. The outside looked to be an average prison. It was almost as though the world wasn't on the brink of ending and she was merely entering the prison to visit someone. However, Scarlett knew that to be untrue and she knew the prison was now a home to Daryl's group, all of which, she had not even seen or knew of.

How many lived inside this prison? She could not tell. She was sure, however, that they all had to know how to fight. It would've been difficult for them to be alive if they didn't. Not that she was judging. She was merely optimistic and was trying to see the light through the darkness. "Scarlett." Daryl called her out of her trance. "This 'ere's Rick."

"Rick..." Scarlett nodded, smiling slightly towards him. "Nice to meet you."

Inside the prison most of Rick's group was having a debate on whether they should leave the prison or stay put. Scarlett being the curious women she was took this time to wonder the cell block and take a look at how their group had been living.

One thing Scarlett was slightly baffled by, was finding out just who was in the group. It wasn't warriors or people who looked as if they could kill you with a flick of the wrist. It was people who looked as though they had been to the depths of hell and back again. There was a baby who looked as if she was barely months old. A child who looked as though his innocence was snatched from his grasp without his knowledge. An elderly man with as much wisdom as one could carry... And a missing leg. All these people had managed to survive. Scarlett couldn't help but smile. It wasn't warriors or killers she was looking for. It was ordinary people who became extraordinary in difficult times.

Watching Scarlett's every move with curiosity, was a young blonde female holding the baby. Unbeing known to her, however, Scarlett knew she was being watched and it took her a few seconds before her crystal blue eyes fell on the baby blue's of the young females. With a small smile Scarlett turned and continued her exploration while the rest of the group argued.

Scarlett was brought out of her trance once again when a booming voice filled the cell block. "Get back here!" The elderly man shouted towards Rick. "You're slipping Rick. We've all seen it. We understand why, but now is not the time." He took a deep breath before continuing, "You once said this isn't a democracy? Now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands! So get your head clear and do something."

After his outburst everyone began to go off in their own respected way. Scarlett began to breathe normally again after fearing the people here wouldn't accept her and send her on her way. It was almost as thought she had been waiting for someone to tell her to go the whole time.

Once Scarlet decided she had seen enough of the cell block, she went in search for Daryl. Him being the only one she felt a tiny bit comfortable around. Instead of finding Daryl, the young blonde girl decided now was her time to befriend the odd looking female.

"Hey." Scarlett whipped around, raising a brow at the blonde who wore a small friendly smile on her face. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you... It's just, you look a little out of place? I'm Beth." Beth shyly stuck her right hand out for Scarlett to shake. Ever so slowly Scarlett stuck her left hand out and gripped Beth's right hand while smiling back. She had an accent, that much Scarlett knew. "Are you hungry? We have water? Or we ha-" Beth was cut off, by the old man who had come to a stop beside Beth.

"Bethy why don't we let her breath, hmm?"

"Sure, daddy." Beth replied.

"Why don't we have a seat over here?" Slowly, Scarlett nodded and followed him towards the set of tables. She sat in silence while listening to Beth tell her about everyone who lived in the prison with her. It wasn't until Hershel, who's name she learnt when he had greeted her in the middle of Beth's talking, spoke up that she showed any sign of shock. "Everyone in this group looks out for one another. You're a part of this group now." Scarlett's eyes lit up slightly. Hershel noticed and began wondering to himself just how long Scarlett had been alone.

"Scarlett." She told the pair, holding her hand out. "My names Scarlett."

"I knew that, but it's great to hear you say it." Hershel smiled gently, taking her hand in his.