No sleeping took place that night. None at all. It was spent cleaning up what remained of the camp. Everyone was assigned different jobs. The Hispanic man and Glenn, Daryl, T-Dog, Shane, and Rick were all charged with removal of the bodies. Daryl wielded the pickaxe which ran through every dead body's head before it was burned. It never ceased to amaze Lily how much could be done to the dead but unless their brain was affected they still moved and they were still hungry.

When the sun rose, Andrea Still had not left Andrea's side. Sometime during everything that had happened Amy had been attacked. Lori kept Lily close to her while Daryl walked around partially because Carl had taken such a liking to her, but mostly to keep an eye on her. She was there when Shane and Rick were talking about what to do with Amy's body.

"We need to deal with it. Same as the others," Shane whispered.

"I'll tell her how it is," Rick said walking up to her to be the peace maker that he was. His peace trip ended up in retreat when Andrea pointed her gun at him.

"Y'all can't be serious? Lettin' that girl hamstring us. That dead girl's a time bomb."

"What so you suggest?" Rick asked Daryl.

Lily responded," Give her some more time."

"No. Take the shot. Straight in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from here."

"No, for gods sake. Let her be," Lori snapped.

"If you can take the shot then take it," Lily whispered harshly to Daryl. "If not, then give her time to mourn her sister because once Amy's in the ground she's never coming back up. It's just a little more inconvenience on your part before she's out of your hair."

"What was that all about?" Lori asked the two speechless men around her when Lily walked off.

It was after Lily walked off that Daryl left Andrea alone.

He moved over to help the Hispanic man move a dead body over to the flame and the pile of walkers.

"What are you doing?" Glenn asked them. "This is for geeks. Our people go over there."

"What's the difference? They're all infected," Daryl asked.

"Our people go in that row over there." Glenn had gotten angry at Daryl and had almost completely gone off on him. "We don't burn them! We bury them. Understand? Our people go in that row over there."

The two of them dragged the dead man over to the row of other dead survivors.

"You reap what you sow," Daryl shouted to Glenn.

"You know what? Shut up man!" The Hispanic man shouted at Daryl.

"Y'all left my brother for dead. You had this comin'."

"One man didn't cause all of this," Lily shouted to Daryl. The group stopped what they were doing to look up at her and Daryl had completely stopped in his tracks.

"What did you say?"

"You can't blame this on your brother's death. I don't blame getting raped on my sister's death. The world has taken a turn for the worst and that's what we have to live in now. That's the way the world works now. When someone we care about dies, we mourn and then we move on. If we don't, we die. It sucks but if we don't accept it, we'll end up like that too."

Daryl was at a complete loss for words. Little did the group know, but they wouldn't be hearing about Merle for a long time.

"Oh my God," she sighed realizing she'd said all of that out loud and that everyone had stopped to look at her. "I-I-What I-Oh..."

She recoiled from her statement and made for the woods.

Glenn came for her a few minutes later.

"Hey, you said what we all wanted to say. Come on back to the camp."

There was no point in hiding so she followed Glenn without a fight.

"That was easier than I expected. I had a whole speech planned out and everything."

"There's no point in hiding," she responded. "Were gonna leave anyway. Aren't we?"

"Yeah. But not just yet." When they walked back into camp, Daryl was wielding a pickaxe again.

"A walker got him. A walker bit Jim!" Jacqui shouted. A scuffle followed which ended with Jim in a headlock by T-Dog and Daryl showing us the bite. It was only a matter of time before he turned.

...

"I say we put a pickaxe in his head and the dead girl's and be done with it," Daryl stated.

"Is that what you'd want if it were you?" Shane asked him.

"Yeah, and I'd thank you while you did it."

"I hate to say it-I never thought I would-But maybe Daryl's right."

"Jim's not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog," Rick said.

"I'm not suggesting-"

"He's sick. He's a sick man. We start down that road, where do we draw the line?"

"The line's pretty clear. No tolerance for walkers, or them to be."

"What if we can get him help. I heard the CDC was working on a cure."

"I heard that too. Heard a lot of things before the world went to hell."

"What if the CDC is still up and running?"

"Man, that is a stretch right there."

"Why? If there's any government left, any structure at all, they'd protect the CDC at all costs wouldn't they? I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection-"

"Ok Rick, you want those things, all right? I do too, ok? Now if they exist, they're at the army base. Fort Benning."

"That's 100 miles the opposite direction," Lori interjected.

"That's right, but its away from the hot zone. Now listen to me. If that place is operational, it'll be heavily armed. We'd be safe there."

"The military were on the front lines of this thing. They got over run. We've all seen that. The CDC is our best choice and Jim's only chance."

"You go lookin' for aspirin, do what you need to do," Daryl said taking the pickaxe again. "Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!" Lily found herself standing between Jim and Daryl with a pickaxe pointed at her head.

"We don't kill the living," Rick said pointing a gun at Daryl's head. Lily looked at Rick with extreme interest considering what he was about to do.

The pick axe was lowered. "That's funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head."

"He's not going to be a problem until he turns right?" she asked not dripping her guard at all.

"If he is, you know what I'll do." He dropped the pick axe to the ground and stormed off.

Something grabbed her arm.

"Thank you," Jim said to her. "Thank you very much."

She nodded to him before taking a deep breath and leaving him alone. Rick then proceeded to take him somewhere safe. In the next few hours Carl watched out for Lily. Carol sent the pickaxe through her husbands head ending him for sure. And Amy had turned into a walker.

When she saw it she moved Carl from her lap and jogged over to Daryl despite all they'd been through that day, before anyone else saw her begin to move.

"Daryl," she whispered quietly.

"What do you want from me?" he snapped.

She ignored his sour tone and continued with what she'd come to him for. "It's Amy. She's turned." He looked over her shoulder and saw she was right.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I want you to know if things went south because you'd handle them."

"You'd trust my judgement over Shane or Rick's?"

"For this type of situation, yes. If Amy bit Andrea you wouldn't hesitate to shoot her in the head would you? You bragged about it all this morning."

The cocky smile on his face disappeared. He was beginning to see that she expected him to kill people whenever she said. He wasn't that kind of person was he? In his eyes she could see that he would now stop jumping to killing as a solution to every problem.