The passed few days have been weird. I was very distant. I still had that chip on my shoulder. I know it might seem like I was overreacting about the whole situation, but Daryl really hurt me by what he said. I didn't think he was like that. That's the kind of thing you could expect from someone like Merle. I know he's Daryl's brother and usually the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, the thing is, though, Daryl is nothing like his brother…or so I thought. Another thing is that I was really missing my dad about now.

Anyway, the nights were getting colder and we were searching for a place we could stay for at least a while.

"Are we close?" Beth asked Daryl. He was teaching her how to track. I say "her" and not "us" because I just wasn't interested at the moment. Beth had Daryl's crossbow.

"Almost done." Daryl replied.

"How do you know?"

"The signs are all there. Just got to know how to read 'em."

"What are we even trackin'?" Said Beth.

"You tell me." Daryl replied. She gave him an annoyed look. "Yer the one who wanted to learn." He said again.

"It's obviously a walker." I chimed in. "What else?"

"You don't know that." She said.

"Watch." I said smartly.

"You wanna do this?" Beth asked me.

"No, I don't need to."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I just don't want to." I said. "Go back to your tracking."

She looked back at the ground. "Well…somethin' came through here. The pattern is all zig-zaggy." She brightened up a little. "It is a walker. You're right, Abby."

"Maybe it's a drunk." Daryl joked.

"I'm gettin' good at this." Beth said proudly even though I figured it out first. "Pretty soon we won't need you at all."

"Speak for yourself. I don't need him." I put my arms behind my head and walked ahead.

"Yeah, keep on trackin'." Daryl said.

Up ahead we spotted the walker we were tracking and stayed back.

"It's got a gun." Beth whispered. Daryl gestured for her to take care of it. She slowly crept up on the walker. Then, I heard a metal "cling" sound and Beth went down. I gasped. Her foot was caught in a trap! Daryl and I rushed in. He killed the walker and I tried prying open the trap, but I couldn't get it. Daryl finally got it off. Beth winced in pain.

"Can you move it?" Daryl asked her.

She hesitated. "Yeah, I think so."

Daryl helped Beth walk as I led the way out of the woods. I saw a cemetery up ahead. There was also a funeral home. "Check it out." I said.

We began walking towards it.

"Can we—can we hold up a sec?" Beth stopped us.

"You all right?" I asked her.

"I just need to sit down."

I watched her moving her foot around. This is not good. All we do out here is run, and that's hard enough but now Beth's hurt. What would happen if we ran into trouble? Not just with walkers either. People, they are the real threat out here.

"All right." Daryl said bringing me out of my reverie. "Hold up." He readjusted his crossbow so it was on his front. Then, he bent over. "Hop on."

I raised my eyebrows. Really?

"Are you serious?" Beth asked my unspoken question.

"Yeah. This is a serious piggyback. Jump up." He instructed her. She jumped onto Daryl's back. I let out a small laugh. "You're heavier than you look." Daryl said.

Beth giggled. "Maybe there are people there."

"Yeah, if there are, I'll handle them."

"There are still good people, Daryl."

"I don't think the good ones survive."

Beth suddenly got down off Daryl's back and stopped to look at something. I realized it was a tombstone that said, "beloved father" on it. I bit my lip as an attempt to hold back my tears and turned away. Daryl noticed, I wasn't quick enough. I miss my dad so much.

We stepped into the funeral home. The place was really nice. It was as if no one had ever been here.

"It's so clean." Beth said.

"I was just thinking that." I said.

"Yeah." Said Daryl. "Someone's been tending to it. May still be around."

The three of us made our way down to the basement. There was a dead body on a slab. Beth was staring at it.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I teased. She did not reply. I tried looking for supplies around the room.

"Let's get that ankle wrapped." Daryl said while opening a bag of gauze he found. He took notice to the body. "Looks like somebody ran out of dolls to dress up."

"It's beautiful." Beth said making everyone stop what they were doing.

"Huh?" I said.

"Whoever did this cared. They wanted these people to get a funeral. They remembered these things were people before all this. They didn't let it change them in the end."

I put my head down. I guess that is pretty nice. When I looked at Daryl, he had a weird look on his face. Was it embarrassment?

"Don't you think that's beautiful?" Beth asked us.

Daryl nodded. "Come on." He led her over to the counter so he could wrap her ankle.

I suddenly felt weird while watching the two of them. They were getting pretty close. I was pretty close with both of them before, but this time we are spending together can't be taken back. But it can get ruined and I'm ruining it. A feeling of sadness just now took over me on top of anger.

"I'm gonna go look for supplies." I said and headed upstairs.

"We should stay together." Beth called after me. "We haven't checked all the rooms yet." I ignored her.

I opened every cabinet in the kitchen and I finally found a bunch of food. I haven't seen so much in such a long time. I picked up a jar of peanut butter. I'm taking credit for this. I heard Beth and Daryl making their way into the room.

"You find anythin'?" Beth asked me.

"Hell yeah." I pointed.

"Whoa." They came over to see.

"Peanut butter and jelly, diet soda, and pig's feet." Daryl said. "That's a white trash brunch right there."

"It all looks good to me." Beth said.

"No, hold up." Said Daryl. "Ain't a speck 'a dust on this."

"So?" Beth said.

"That means somebody just put it here." Daryl reciprocated. "This is someone's stash."

I thought for a minute. "They could still be alive. Maybe they're coming back?"

"All right, we'll take some of it and we'll leave the rest, all right?" Daryl said.

"I knew it." Beth smirked.

"Knew what?"

"It's like I said. There are still good people."

Daryl put his finger into the jelly and ate some. "Mm."

I grimaced.

"Gross." Said Beth.

"Hey, those pig's feet are mine." Daryl said.

"Go ahead and be my guest." I said. "Those look foul." That was the first time in days that I talked to Daryl directly.

Beth giggled and then walked out of the room leaving Daryl and I alone. That hasn't happened in a while.

"Hey." He said. "How ya feelin'?"

I gave him a weird look. "What do you mean?"

"Well, ya passed out."

"That was days ago." I said annoyed.

"I know but—

"I'm fine." I cut him off. "Okay?" I didn't try to hide the annoyance in my voice.

"All right. I'm just askin'"

"Why?" I know I should have just dropped it, but I didn't.

"'Cause I'm worried about you." He snapped.

"Since when?"

Daryl sighed. "You know, ya don't have to be such a smartass. I know ya miss yer dad, but you don't have to take it out on anyone else."

I gave him a stupid look. Is he serious? That's why he thinks I'm upset with him? "Really? That's what you think?" I was furious. I don't need this. I grabbed a jar of peanut butter and began walking out of the room, but then I stopped and turned back around. "Fuck you." I said. I didn't give him a chance to respond before leaving the room and heading upstairs.

I picked a bedroom and locked myself in. I was so pissed off. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the jar of peanut butter. Scooping some out with my finger, I popped it in my mouth. "What a jerk." I said out loud.

I have been up here by myself for a long time. At one point, I thought I heard music. It sounded like a piano and singing so I figured it was Beth. She used to sing all the time at the prison. I used to sing a lot, too, and I'm actually very good at it but there's not much to sing about these days.

Speaking of music, that gave me an idea. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket to see if it worked. No luck. Battery's dead. I sighed and put it away. I wish I had something to do up here to keep me occupied. There's no way I'm going down there to join them. I was still pissed but on top of that I was actually a little embarrassed. I looked right at Daryl in the eyes and told him to "fuck himself." Things might get a little awkward now. Well…more awkward.

I sighed and laid back on the bed. It was so comfy.

I did a lot of thinking while I was alone up here. And I have been in here for a while; I watched it get dark outside. I wondered what Beth and Daryl were doing now? I quickly shook that thought. I have decided that I'm not going to stick around with them. I'm going to tell them tomorrow morning that I'm staying here in this funeral home. If they decide to leave, that's on them but I'm staying. I really like it here. I haven't felt so at peace for a long time. Plus, I'm uncomfortable with our situation. Maybe one day I will catch up with them but as of right now, I think I need some time away from them, more specifically Daryl. Some time alone. I think it will do me some good.

Just then, I heard a commotion downstairs then heard Daryl yelling for Beth! My heart skipped a beat and I started breathing heavily. It took me a few minutes to collect myself.

I cautiously walked out of the room and slowly made my way down the stairs. I looked around but didn't see anyone. Did they leave me? I thought I could hear noises somewhere.

"Beth?" I called "Daryl?"

No answer. I began to panic. I hope nothing bad happened to them.

Just as I had that thought, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and braced myself. It was Daryl. He was running towards me. "What's going on?" I asked.

"Walkers!" He said.

My eyes widened. "Where's Beth?"

"She's outside already. Come on!"

Daryl and I ran out of the house and onto the street. A walker stopped us on the way, I killed it with my knife.

"Where is she?" I breathed. "You said she'd be here!"

He looked at me but didn't say anything. Suddenly, we saw Beth's backpack in the road. I panicked inside. Then, we heard tires screech and a car took off down the road.

"Beth!" Daryl yelled. "Beth!"

"Oh God! Beth!" We started running after the car.

"Beth!"

Daryl and I chased that car for miles. It was light out now and I was about dead. We got to a three way intersection and that's when I knew this was hopeless. We stopped to catch our breath. We were practically soaked with sweat. Daryl looked at me while panting. I just shook my head. He dropped his crossbow on the ground and sat down right where he was standing. I copied him.

We're done.

We sat there in the middle of the road for a long time. Neither of us talking. I guess we didn't have much to say. We were both tired.

I looked around as we were sitting there, and I saw a group of men walking towards us.

"Daryl." I said alarmed. He ignored me and kept his head down. "Daryl, there's people." He still didn't respond. I looked up at the men, they were getting closer. "Daryl, please." It was too late, they spotted us. Daryl didn't respond to me anyway.

"Well, lookit here." A gray haired man said. We were surrounded by five guys. I was breathing heavily. Daryl was acting like nothing happened.

The gray haired man reached for Daryl's crossbow. Suddenly, Daryl punched him square in the nose and held his crossbow up. I stood up quickly and faced the other way. I held my knife out. I don't know how much good it would do, every single guy there had guns, but it was all I had. They had their weapons up.

"Damn it, hold up!" The gray haired man said to his buddies. He wiped the blood from his nose then started laughing hysterically. I swallowed hard. What the hell is going on?

"I'm claimin' the vest." One of the guys said referring to Daryl's vest. "I like 'em wings." He laughed. I looked at him. "Hey, sweetheart." He winked at me. A chill went down my spine.

"Hold up." The gray haired man said again. "A bowman. I respect that. See, a man with a rifle, he could have been some kind of photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But a bowman's a bowman through and through."

I looked to and from Daryl and those guys. I was really nervous.

"What you got there, I'll be donkey-licked if that don't fire at least 300 feet per second. I've been looking for a weapon like that." He continued. "Of course, I'd want one with a bit more ammo and minus the oblongata stains."

The guy that spoke before about Daryl's vest laughed. "Get yourself in some trouble, partner?"

Daryl still had his crossbow up ready to shoot.

"You pull that trigger, these boys are gonna drop you several times over. That what you want? Come on, fella, suicide is stupid. Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?" He grinned evilly. "Name's Joe."

Daryl finally put his crossbow down so I put down my knife. "Daryl." Daryl told them his name.

"Y'all come with us now." Joe said. "We got plenty of room." He laughed.

I looked around and swallowed hard. I don't like these guys.

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