Chapter 37: Run


DPOV


~2 weeks ago~

"You know...you should stop running off like you do," I said to Kat as we were wandering around in the woods. Glancing at her over my shoulder and cherishing the moments we would be out here like we were. Where we were alone and enjoying our time together in the woods. Finding food and other survivors. "You know...chasing after the Governor," I said when she didn't say anything. "It's pointless," I told her as I made a small 'humph' noise.

"I know it is..." Kat said as she was dodging trees and leaves. Looking around, alert and making sure she didn't fall over any roots like she had once or more times. Smiling at the memory of her falling over and how she would always brush herself down as though nothing happened. Hoping I didn't see but...I always did.

"He's long gone and there's no trace of him anywhere," Kat told me which surprised me a little. Then why does she keep going out there? "I somehow have the gut feeling that he will be back," she revealed to me which surprised me further. She has that too? Like her brother and father? I've overheard them talk about it.

"That would explain why you're always alert and working out," I spoke as I knew every afternoon after being with Hershel, spending time with Judith and before going to have a shower she would do her daily workout. "Why you're always out here and learning things," I said as I thought of her and her stupid notebooks. "Do you think he's going to come back and kill us all or somethin'?" I asked her curiously.

"I hope not," Kat said as we paused for a moment. Her stopping and making me stop to look at her. Her skin was more tanned, much like my own and her muscles and figure was more refined. Her small waist, large hips, strong thin arms, long tonned legs, flat stomach, full breasts and her sweet face. Same face I dream about every night and wake to every morning. "I just know...he's coming back and we need to be ready for it," she said as she began the walk again.

I paused for a moment, watching her walk away from me and how her hair bounced with her perfectly messy curls. Nice ass. Round. Peachy. Firm looking. "Then...why do you keep going out there?" I asked her as I followed her, she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Catching up to her, I was next to her as she turned her head the other way and looked to me.

"It's not for me," she stated to me. "It's Michonne," she revealed which made me look to her curiously. "She thinks that the more she goes out there in search for him..." Kat said as she looked away from me. "The quicker she can kill him," Kat said with a small shake of her head, lowereing her head and hiding her eyes from me.

"I don't blame her," she said with a sad expression. "After losing..." Kat drifted off as she sighed and looked up at me. "Andrea," she said as she looked into my eyes. Quickly averting them to stare down at her feet. "I too want to just...finish him," Kat said with clenched fists. Her blue eyes were hard as she glared down at the floor, her jaw clenched and her lips scrunching up in a cute, angry type of way.

"He didn't just kill Andrea and Merle," I told her as I nod and took a few steps closer to her. "He tortured you..." I said as I remembered how mad I was to see her all hurt, barely able to walk and with scars all over her. "Humiliated Maggie...almost killed Glenn and Maggie," I told her as I remembered when I found her after saving Glenn and Maggie at Woodbury.

"Almost killed you too," I said softly. A pain in my chest that was unfamiliar. Slowly, her eyes glanced up and connected to mine. Bright blue, filled with wonder and hope. Filled with something like...admiration? This was when I realized how close we were. Our bodies inches apart, our breaths fanning each others face. Her expression kind and calm. Eyes fixed on each others as we stood there gazing. The sound of our breathing, the way she looked and how she didn't pull away from me made me feel...tingly.

We then heard a bird fly over, making us both jump and for her to giggle softly at our sudden reaction. Stepping away, she looked down and did the cute thing she always did when she felt nervous or was thinking about something I wouldn't have the chance to look inside. Biting her bottom lip as she smiled to herself, looking to the ground and pushing the strands of hair behind her ears.

"If he had the chance," she said after recovering from our close moment. How awkward. She probably thinks you're a freak for getting so close. You probably scared her. Asshole. Now you made yourself look like an over caring pussy. She needs a man. Not me. She doesn't even want me!

"I thank Andrea for saving me," Kat said as I bit the inside of my cheek. She missed Andrea. We all knew it. We all remembered Andrea and her death effected Kat and Michonne the most out of all of us. "I always will," Kat said as she looked up into my eyes with kind ones. "I just...wish there was some way to convince Michonne to stop looking," Kat said with a small sigh as she turned and continued to walk the trail we were following.

"You know..." I began as I followed after her. Getting closer and catching up to her. Her blue eyes alert for walkers, her hands pushing away leaves from her face and body. "You don't have to do it alone," I told her as I got closer and stepped over any roots that sticked up out of the ground.

"Are you offering me help Mr. Dixon?" Kat teased as she looked at me over her shoulder a little, her eyes bright and playful. A pang of embarrassment making me freeze for a second. A faint flush coloring my cheeks as I knew she had caught my suggestion. God damn this woman. She's always making my body react in different ways.

Making a 'Pft' noise, I looked to her and smiled slightly. Offering her a small nudge, I raised my bow and shook my head at her. Silly girl. She needs to stop surprising me with all this teasing. I'm used to it but...it just makes me feel weird. "We better keep at it," I told her as I pointed to the tracking trail we were following.

"Whatever you say Sir," Kat teased with a small salute. Rolling my eyes, I took the lead and watched out for anything. Eventually we got a boar and brought it back with us to the prison. Her skills had improved drastically and we would have times we laughed, talked and where we had argued sometimes. If we weren't interacting we were killing animals or walkers.


Present day...KPOV

"Dad?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes. Seeing dad sitting up at the end of the bed. His back facing me, but at the sound of my voice he tilted his head a little to look at me over his shoulder. From the corner of his eyes, I could see something was wrong. "What's going on?" I asked him as I stretched, watching him as he was putting his shoes on and fastening them.

"Two people have been murdered," dad told me as he looked to me. Grunting a little as he did his shoes and had to bend a little to fasten them. Seems to me I'm going to need to refer to dad as 'my old man' with how he's acting. I hope he got some sleep. I know things haven't been easy for him lately.

"What?" I asked a little confused. Dazed at the thought I wake up to more people getting killed. "Who?" I questioned dad before he could answer the first question I gave him. Knowing that the first one was pointless to ask him. Fuck am I tired.

"Karen and David," Dad told me with a slight growl. Looking at him, I saw how he was feeling. He's angry. Murder isn't his favourite subject. I know that. Getting my shoes on, I brushed my hair out and put in a hair bobble. When I stepped outside, I found Tyreese looking down at the bodies, Carol and Daryl stood beside him, they too looking down at the bodies. Myself and dad had made it and were just standing there looking at the bodies.

"You found them like this?" Dad asked him. Karen and David's bodies were burning still. The smoke rising off their burnt bodies and they were hardly recognizable. Other than the fact that we were all in the same cell block, in seperate-ish rooms. Excluding myself and dad who shared the same cell last night.

Tyreese pulled his gaze away from the burining bodies. "I came to see Karen...and I saw the blood on the floor," he told us a little dazed. His hand moving to let them indicate the trail of blood that was left behind of the murderer's attack. "Then I smelled them," Tyreese said as his voice shook a little.

"Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire. They killed them and set them on fire!" Tyreese shouted angered. His arms flying around like a mad man as he was outraged with what had happened to someone he loved. Poor Karen...poor David and poor Tyreese. "You're a cop. You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me!" he shouted as he turned to dad, angered with the obvious murder of someone he loved. This was death in cold blood. The worst type of murder.

"We'll find out who-" Daryl said as he tried to pull Tyreese away from my dad. Noticing how close he was getting to my dad. I took a step closer. Not liking how he was trying to intimidate my dad in this way. My dad wouldn't do this. Tyreese needs to back off.

Tyreese shrugged Daryl's grip off of him. Standing between them a little, I looked between the two. Hopeful that Tyreese would back off. Placing my hand on Tyreese's chest as I tried to move him away from my dad. "I need to say it again?" Tyreese asked my dad loudly as he shrugged my hand away from his chest.

"No. No. I know what you're feeling. I've been there," dad told him as I remembered the time dad was completely lost. When he was out on that field chasing after a ghost. Chasing after my mom's spirit. "You saw me there. It's dangerous," dad said as I remembered the time Tyreese fled with Sasha when my dad had seen the ghost of my mom.

"Karen didn't deserve this!" Tyreese declared angered and sad. His voice shook a little, either from anger or sadness, I couldn't tell. I hate that he's going through this. I do. But he needs to back up from my dad. He's getting too close. Carol just stood there in the back, all afraid and Daryl was pacing as dad couldn't look Tyreese in the eye.

"No," Dad tried to tell him but Tyreese kept talking. Dad shook his head as he looked down and tried to keep his shit together. This is wrong. Really wrong.

"David didn't deserve it. Nobody does!" Tyreese shouted and was flailing around like a whining baby. His temper kept rising high and higher. I don't like where this is going. Not one bit. This is crazy.

"All right, man, let's-" Daryl said as he tried to pull Tyreese away from myself and my dad. This was when everything turned for the worst. Daryl's attempt to calm the situation brought rage into Tyreese as he turned around and forcefully pushed Daryl back against the bars.

"Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!" Tyreese shouted to Daryl as he gripped Daryl by the shirt and held him against the bar. Daryl's back thumped against the bars loudly. My heart reached my throat as I went to take him off of Daryl. Daryl's hand coming out over Tyreese's shoulder, the pair panting as Dad held me back a little and I could see he too was worried for Daryl. Daryl nodding his head to indicate he could handle this.

Carol too had rushed to try and take Tyreese away from Daryl. Daryl's blue orbs glancing back at Tyreese as he panted in rage, shock and sadness. "We're on the same side, man," Daryl said to him calmly as we all backed away, seeing how Tyreese released his grip on Daryl slowly. Worry flooding my mind as I was worried for Daryl. I don't want him in pain. I would rather be the one to be in pain in his stead. Daryl's a good man and doesn't deserve this treatment from Tyreese. He's not thinking straight right now.

"Hey, look, I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone," dad told him which made me remember mom. I miss her. "We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down," dad said as he went to lay his hand gently on Tyreese's back.

The moment dad laid his hand onto Tyreese's back, Tyreese spun to him and pushed dad away from him. "You need to step the hell back!" Tyreese threatened angrily as he made dad stumble backwards a little. Dad was stunned at what had just happened and Daryl was pacing around behind Tyreese. Finally free of Tyreese's grip.

"No," I heard Carol mumble in fear. I went to go between dad and Tyreese, seeing how dad was looking at Tyreese. Dad doesn't like being pushed around anymore. Not after what happened with Shane. I won't let dad get hurt. Dad pushing me to Carol, Carol's hands reaching out and taking hold of me. In order to stay back and away from the two men who looked like they were about to kill each other.

"She wouldn't want you being like this," dad told him which made Tyreese angrier. Next thing, I saw was dad grunting, falling to the floor and Tyreese had given him a punch to the face. Fuck! Do something! Daryl! Stop him!

"No!" I shouted as I pulled myself out of Carol's grip forcefully. Carol shouting 'Stop' in the background as I rushed to save dad. "Ty!" I screamed as I got closer to him. "Stop!" I shouted to him as I saw dad was on one knee, blood pouring from the side of his face and he was clearly hurt. Tyreese punched him a second time. "Get off of him!" I shouted as I pushed Tyreese back. "Stop it!" I demanded as I got to dad, blocking Tyreese from giving my dad another hit.

Daryl had grabbed Tyreese in a hug type lock-hold. Pulling Tyreese away from my dad as I took his face in my hands. Inspecting the damage done. Good Lord. "Dad...are you all right?" I asked him, worried as I looked into his eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked him as he gave me a slightly dazed look. Something's not right.

"That's enough," Daryl said to Tyreese as he kept pulling Tyreese away from my dad. Watching as my dad slowly got to his feet and staggered for a moment. "That's enough," Daryl told Tyreese as he tried to calm Tyreese down. When dad saw the blood on his hands. His own blood. I saw something in him change drastically.

That was when I supported him to stay balanced. Next thing, he was making his way to Tyreese angrily and punched him hard in the jaw. Tyreese fell to the ground and this was when dad kicked Tyreese in the gut. Making Tyreese roll onto the ground, laying on his back. "Dad!" I shouted after him. "Stop!" I told him as I went to pull him back.

Dad ignored me, shrugging my hands away from his body and stood over Tyreese to punch him in the face. "Rick," Daryl called to my dad. Warning him as I stood there frozen. One punch. Two punch. Three punch. Four. By the fourth, Daryl had rushed to my dad and grabbed hold of his arm to stop him from beating Tyreese any longer. "Stop," Daryl told my dad as Tyreese was groaning on the ground.

"Let go of me!" Dad shouted at Daryl as he wanted to continue his attack on Tyreese's face. From what I saw I could tell Tyreese had a black, swollen eye and blood poured down both of their faces. What the fuck just happened?

"No. No," Daryl said forcefully as he tried to pull dad away from Tyreese. Failing as Dad wriggled and forced himself out of Daryl's grip. Trying to continue what he had just started on Tyreese out of rage.

"Let go of me!" Dad growled as he forcefully shoved Daryl off of him. Daryl making his way towards us. Out of breath and worry evident in his expression. Carol's hands covering her mouth as she was speechless and terrorfied of what had just occured.

"No," Daryl told him but was then pushed back by dad. All of us in shock at what just happened. Dad trembling and slowly lifting his bloodied and possibly bruised hand. Tyreese sobbing on the ground as I felt my heart was in my throat. Thumping loudly. Oh my God.

"Come on...let's get you two fixed up," I said after a few moments of no one saying anything. Deciding to take the after math matters into my own hands. These two might need a clean up, some stitches and possible medications for pains. Fuck...what a mess we've made.

"No," Tyreese growled as he got to his two feet. Shaking his head, sniffling and blood covered his face. His hand wet with blood from dad and possibly his own. Dad's body shook from the adrenaline and plausible shock. They looked like shit.

"Fine," I said cooly as I walked over to dad and gently took his arm and wrist in my hands. "Come find me or Hershel when you're ready," I told Tyreese as I looked to dad. Using the hand that held his wrist, to place it on his face. Leading his eyes to look into mine. Come back to me. "Come on dad," I said to him softly. "I won't take no for an answer from you," I stated to him a little forcefully. He didn't deny me, he only nods his head, gulped and allowed me to lead the way.


RPOV

Opening my eyes, I could feel a presence, not only from the little sunlight that was shinning in my eyes and then turned to darkness every few seconds. Opening one eye, I saw Daryl was leaning against the door frame. "Morning," I mumbled sleepily to him. Why's he spying on me sleeping?

"Morning," he mumbled with a small nod. He looked a little tense the way he stood there and saw how I was now awake. His blue eyes firm and slightly worried. "You're awake," he pointed out to me as I sighed, stretching my head a little, I opened my other eye and saw Kat laying beside me.

"Yeah...I am," I agreed with a small nod. Craning my neck a little, over her shoulder, I saw Kat's sweet face peaceful in sleep. Wait. He's not here to spy on me sleeping. He was spying on Kat. This certainly proves my theory that he likes her. "She's not," I stated as I turned my head to him and gestured my head to indicate the 'her' was in fact Kat.

"I see that," Daryl said as his grip on his crossbow's leather hold was a little firmer. Trying to get comfortable as I saw him fumble a little. He's nervous. I caught him technically peeping at my daughter. I don't hate him. Better watching her sleep than to watch her getting changed...or having a shower. He cares for her. He doesn't just want her in bed. I can see it.

We suddenly heard hurried footsteps come closer towards us. Daryl turned his gaze away from me and Kat. Looking down the hall to something that made his expression change to one of confusion. "Come quick!" I heard Tyreese call to us. His voice shook a little. "There's a murderer on the loose," Tyreese said a little panicked.

"What?" I asked a little confused. Why is there a 'murderer on the loose'? Who killed who? What the fuck is going on? Why did I wake up to a stalker Daryl and a sudden murder case? Feel like the shit keeps hitting the fan when I least expect it to.

"Ty," Daryl said as he stopped Tyreese by placing his hand firmly on Tyreese's chest. Stopping him in his tracks and outside my door. "What are you talking about?" Daryl asked him as his body tensed and he got close enough to get Tyreese to look into his eyes.

"Come quickly," Tyreese told me as I sat up a little, looking over my shoulder at Kat and seeing her sound asleep. Completely unaware of what was happening. "Someone killed Karen and David!" Tyreese said which made whatever sleep I had in me, disappear and become a distant memory.

"I'll go wake Carol," Daryl said as he looked between me and Tyreese. Well shit. I wake up to a murder mystery. What the hell is going on? Why can't we have a day of peace after one hell of a storm? "Meet us there," Daryl said to Tyreese with a nod.

"Follow the blood trail," Tyreese said which made me look to him a little stunned. "You'll find me at the end," Tyreese said as his eyes darted from me to Daryl. He looked like he was losing it. He's losing his mind...isn't he?

"Blood trail?" I asked Daryl a little shocked. He shrugged and stayed where he was. His grip on the leather of his crossbow made his knuckles turn white, he was chewing on his bottom lip as he looked to Kat. Using his chin to point at her, his eyes slightly hooded as he kept his eyes on Kat in the movement of his head.

"You gonna wake her?" he asked me as he was clearly directing it at Kat. Wake her for what? To have to deal with even more drama than she needs? I think not. Looking at her over my shoulder, she was cuddling the pillow a little to her as her hands gripped them. Her top teeth slightly showing while she breathed in quietly in her sleep.

"No," I said firmly. "Let her rest," I told him as I looked at the sweetly sleeping Kat. "She's been dealing with enough already," I stated as I thought about how she's not been able to stop. How she might not have been able to sleep without me last night, possibly. "She doesn't need a murder case on that list," I said as I looked to Daryl. His blue eyes hidden as he looked away and nods.

"All right," Daryl agreed. He has enough sense to realize that. Although...I think he doesn't want to have this trouble either. Kat needs a rest. Just like I did. She's not stopped since she's returned from the Governor's beating. She needs to relax and sleep after all she's been through these past few days.

Daryl gave Kat one last glance before nodding with pursed lips towards me and left. In search of Carol while I was sliding off the bed to find my shoes. "Dad?" I heard Kat's small, sleep filled voice called to me. Looking over my shoulder, she was rubbing at her eyes as she looked to me. "What's going on?" she asked as she stretched. Slipping on my shoes and fastening them.

"Two people have been murdered," I told her honestly. I can't lie to her. Haven't done that in the past. Won't do that any time soon. She needs to know. Besides...she's awake now. No need to lie and let her later find out.

"What?" Kat asked me a little confused as she sat up a little. "Who?" she gave me another question before I could answer the first. Tugging my laces tightly as all I could think about was murder. Such a vile word. One that I've done to one of my own but...he was a threat to me. A psychopath. These people were innocent.

"Karen and David," I growled a little as I thought about the two victims. They were sick. Not crazy. They didn't deserve death. Kat then slid off on the edge of the bed, following my steps as she too put on her shoes and brushed out her hair. Putting it in her usual pony tail as we both headed out and went looking for the blood trail.

The scene was horrific. Karen and David had been dragged out. Burned. The gasoline flasks were laying on the ground empty. The fire had died and the bodies were still giving off smoke. Their skin was burnt but parts of it still had raw, red meat on them. This is sick. "You found them like this?" I asked Tyreese who had his back to me. Daryl, Kat and Carol were there with us. Staring down at the bodies.

"I came to see Karen...and I saw the blood on the floor. Then I smelled them," Tyreese told us in a slight, crazy and shocked daze. "Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire. They killed them and set them on fire!" he shouted as he waved his hands around and stared at the bodies. "You're a cop. You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me!" he said as he pointed to his chest. Daryl was pacing around behind him. Tyreese too close to me for comfort. As though he was trying to intimidate me.

"We'll find out who-" Daryl went to say as he tried to pull Tyreese away from me and to face him. Tyreese looked like he was about to explode with anger. He shrugged Daryl's hands away from him and looked to me dead in the eye.

Kat came closer, getting in between myself and Tyreese. I was a little worried for her safety. If a fight breaks out. I don't want her here. I don't want her hurt. Looking behind Tyreese, I saw Daryl looking to me and knew that he too looked a little worried about Kat and about my own safety. "I need to say it again?" Tyreese asked as he shrugged Kat's hand away from him.

"No. No. I know what you're feeling. I've been there," I said as I thought of Lori's death. Of Kat's supposed death. How I was losing it and how I didn't know how to control myself anymore. "You saw me there. It's dangerous," I told Tyreese as I knew first hand how it felt to lose someone you loved.

"Karen didn't deserve this," Tyreese shouted to me pained. He's too close to me and Kat. If he loses it. I don't want Kat in the way. I don't want her hurt.

"No," I agreed with a shake of my head. Looking up, I glanced past Tyreese and saw Daryl looking directly at me. Then to Kat and then to Tyreese. He was pacing around, as though he was trying to figure out what to do.

"David didn't deserve it. Nobody does!" Tyreese shouted as he was upset over the whole ordeal. We need to find out who it was. It's no good to keep murderers here. It's wrong to kill in cold blood but...why kill two infected people?

"All right, man, let's-" Daryl said as he tried to pull Tyreese away from myself and Kat. Kat who was edging closer and closer between us. Trying to stop anything before it could even happen. This turned out bad for Daryl as he was then forced back against the bars as Tyreese pushed him towards it.

"Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!" Tyreese shouted at Daryl as he held Daryl by his shirt, up and got in his face in anger. Kat went to go pull Tyreese back, following her, I pulled her back and held her beside me. Carol too went but was stopped by Daryl lifting his arm over Tyreese's shoulder to tell us he could handle it alone.

Daryl then turned his gaze to a panting Tyreese. "We're on the same side, man," Daryl stated cooly as Tyreese slowly let go of his grip on Daryl's shirt. He's brave. But if he keeps this up...the next time Tyreese might actually kill him by accident.

"Hey, look, I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone," I said as I thought of Lori again. Slowly I walked closer to Tyreese and raised my hand, edging closer and closer to touch him. "We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down," I told him understanding his situation, placing my hand on his back and trying to pry him away from Daryl.

"You need to step the hell back!" Tyreese growled at me as he pushed me back. Stumbling from the force. Slightly shocked at his sudden outburst towards me. What the fuck is his problem with me right now? Kat was going to try and get between us, instead I pushed her to Carol who held her to her and watched as Tyreese came closer to me.

"She wouldn't want you being like this," I told him as he stepped up to face me. Daryl free from Tyreese's hold but now pacing around behind him. This did me no good as Tyreese's face scrunched up in anger and the next thing I saw was the ground. Falling to my knees as he had punched me in the face.

"No!" I heard Kat cry out. "Ty!" she kept shouting at Tyreese. "Stop!" Kat growled as she pulled herself out of Carol's grip forcefully. "Get off of him!" she shouted as she rushed to me, getting onto one knee, I then felt another connection of fist to face and felt blood dribble from my mouth. "Stop it!" Kat screamed as she shoved Tyreese away from me.

Daryl then steppped up and pulled Tyreese in a vice like grip to keep his arms from moving to hurt me. Pulling Tyreese away from me and Kat as she got to her knees and held my face in her hands. "Dad...are you all right?" she asked me as she examined my face. "Are you okay?" she asked me again when I simply couldn't hear her. Red. Red. Looking down at my hand, I saw the blood on it. My blood.

"That's enough. That's enough," Daryl told Tyreese as he tried to calm down Tyreese and keep him as far away from me and Kat. A rage built up inside of me. All I see is red. Getting to my feet, I stumbled a little and Kat reached out to help me regain my balance.

Walking towards him, I felt tense and anger building inside of me. Ready to burst. Hitting him square in the jaw, I saw as he flew out of Daryl's hold and fall to the floor. When he was on all fours, I kicked him hard in the gut and watched as he rolled around in pain. "Dad!" Kat called for me to stop. "Stop!" she said as she tried to pull me away from Tyreese.

Ignoring Kat, I shrugged her hands off of me and walked to Tyreese who was on the ground. Laying on his back. "Rick," I heard Daryl call for me this time. Tyreese groaning under me with every hit I gave him. "Stop," Daryl shouted as he grabbed me by my arm. Stopping me from punching the life out of Tyreese.

"Let go of me!" I shouted as I tried to get out of Daryl's grip on me. Let me beat the shit out of this fucker. I won't let him do what he did to me without a consequence to what he did. I won't be punched around by anyone. Less by someone I was trying to help!

"No. No," Daryl growled as he wrapped me in his arms, pulling me back as I struggled against his hold. My anger making me rage on. Making me want to kill Tyreese. I've lost too. I've lost so much. Friends. Family. Happiness. I've lost that except for these people and my children!

"Let go of me!" I demanded as I shoved him forcefully off of me. He stumbled away from me and this was when I realized what I had done. Tyreese looked bloodied and bruised. Blood covering his face as he sobbed.

"No," Daryl said one last time as he paced away from me. Tyreese sobbing as he clutched his bloodied hand, his eye swelling up and turning black. One side of his face covered in blood. My body trembling as I clutched my wrist. Blood covering my hand as sweat covered the rest of my body.

"Come on...let's get you two fixed up," Kat said after a few moments of me realizing what a monster I had become. This isn't me. I would never do this. Slowly she made her way towards us, I couldn't look at her and didn't want to. She probably thinks I've lost it completely again.

"No," Tyreese growled as he got to his two feet. Shaking his head, sniffling and blood covered his face. His hand wet with my blood and most likely his own too. My body trembling from the adrenaline, the thoughts that ran through my head and the shock. What have I done?

"Fine," Kat said to Tyreese as she slowly crept towards me and carefully took my arm and wrist in her delicate hands. "Come find me or Hershel when you're ready," she told Tyreese as she looked to me. Don't you dare look at her. Using the hand that held my wrist, she gently took hold of my chin and turned my head to look into her eyes. "Come on dad," she spoke to me kindly. "I won't take no for an answer from you," she said a little firmly. I couldn't deny her. I could barely even move out of fear. Nodding, I gulped and allowed her to lead the way back into the cell block. Fuck. I've done a terrible thing.


DPOV

Waking up, I slipped on the few clothes I had taken off last night and went to Kat's cell. I was slightly surprised to see Rick inside there with her sleeping. Both of them cuddled up as their eyes were shut, faces peaceful in sleep and my eyes were glued to Kat. Her hair a mess in brown curls, her mouth slightly parted as her top teeth peeked out from beneath her pink lips.

Her soft skin gently aglow with the light of the morning sun. Her blue eyes shut and her chest slowly rising and falling as she was cuddled up on her side. Rick holding her tightly as he too was asleep. Kat looks beautiful. So peaceful. Musing in my thoughts at how quiet she was, how she didn't snore and how she was always so...calm. I then felt my heart stop for a fraction of a second. Rick's eyes slowly opening as he kept one eye open. Looking towards me as I leaned against the frame watching his daughter.

"Morning," Rick mumbled sleepily to me. Oh fuck. He probably thinks me a crazy stalker who's obsessed with his daugher. Act normal. No point in pretending nothing happened. Rick's awake and he's caught you. Wow. You need to stop watching this girl's every move. She doesn't want you and her dad doesn't want you anywhere near her.

"Morning," I mumbled back in return, nodding towards him once. My body involuntarily tensed because of how he looked at me. Fear stricking my body. My eyes locked on his. Fuck. Act cool Dixon. "You're awake," I pointed out awkwardly. Rick sighed, stretched his head a little and opened both eyes as he looked over to see Kat sleeping beside him.

"Yeah...I am," he agreed with a slow nod. Craning his neck he looked over her shoulder and saw Kat's fast sleep. The way he looked at me after he realized Kat was asleep next to him, made me freeze and shit a brick. Fuck. He knows. Doesn't he? He knows I like her! Say good bye to the balls you had Dixon...not like you had much before. Seeing as I'm too much of a pussy to say or do anything to her. To show her I like her. "She's not," he stated with a small gesture to Kat using his head.

"I see that," I agreed, the grip on the leather of my crossbow was bone breaking. He knows. He fucking knows I was spying on his sleeping daughter. He was getting comfortable as he saw me fumble a little with the strap. He knows I like her. He has to. Fuck. What is he going to say? Do? He won't kill me...will he? Fuck. You should keep your distance and not look like such a creep Dixon. Talk about making your attractions towards Kat awkward with her father now!

We both heard hurried footsteps come closer towards us. Turning to look away from Rick and Kat. I saw Tyreese with a wild look in his eye as he rushed down the hall and towards us. My brows furrowing in confusion as to his crazed expression. What the fuck? "Come quick!" Tyreese called to me. His voice shaking a little. "There's a murderer on the loose," Tyreese said a little panicked to me. What's he talking about?

"What?" Rick asked a little confused as to what was happening. Ignoring him as I kept my eyes on Tyreese who was getting closer to me. What does he mean that there is a murderer? Who died? What the fuck is going on?

"Ty," I spoke firmly to him as I stopped Tyreese by firmly resting my hand on his chest. Stopping him in his tracks and outside the door where he could now see Rick awake and Kat asleep. "What are you talking about?" I asked him as his body tensed beneath my hand, getting close enough to look him in the eyes.

"Come quickly," Tyreese told Rick as he began to sit up a little, looking over his shoulder at Kat, who was still fast asleep. Completely unaware of what was happening. So fucking lucky. "Someone killed Karen and David!" Tyreese said and this news made me tense up. Weren't they sick? What the fuck?!

"I'll go wake Carol," I decided and stated as I glanced at both Rick and Tyreese. What the hell is going on? Why are we not finding who did this? Instead we're all standing here like a bunch of old ladies. This ain't gossip club! "Meet us there," I suggested to Tyreese with a nod.

"Follow the blood trail," Tyreese said which made me tense up at the thought of a trail of blood. Never a good sign. "You'll find me at the end," Tyreese said as his eyes darted from Rick to myself. His eyes wild with rage, hurt and fear. He's losing his mind I can tell. Seen it on Rick...I can see it on Ty.

"Blood trail?" Rick asked me shock clear in his expression as he looked to me. I shrugged and stayed where I stood. Looking at him as Tyreese went to do whatever he had planned. Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked to Kat and saw she was still sleeping soundlessly. Using my chin I gestured at her, looking to her as Rick kept his eyes glued to me. Only making me more nervous than I already was.

"You gonna wake her?" I asked him. He looked at her over his shoulder, she was cuddling the pillow a little to her as her hands gripped the soft pillow. She looks like an angel. No. She is an angel. The way Rick was looking at her, I knew he too thought the same thing as I did.

"No," he told me blankly. "Let her rest," he said kindly to me his eyes glued to the form of a sleeping Kat. "She's been dealing with enough already," he stated as I nod. Yeah. She's a little ball of energy she is. Always doing things. Never stopping. Never taking a breath and realizing what life can give her. She has hope but she doesn't stop to smell the roses. "She doesn't need a murder case on that list," he told me as he looked directly at me. Shyly looking away as I nod in agreement.

"All right," I agreed. Kat deserves some rest. She needs it. She's had so much to deal with over the past year. Over the whole outbreak it's been pretty tough for her. Getting seperated on the farm, losing her mother and gaining a new born sister. Andrea's death. The torture the Governor put her through. Searching for the Governor, going with me to the woods to hunt, farming with her dad and brother, learning medicines and medical stuff with Hershel and Dr. S...Zach. This flu that's going around...she doesn't need murder in the mix.

I glanced one last time at Kat nodding with pursed lips as I looked to Rick and turned. Leaving them alone as Kat would sleep and Rick would ready himself to go find Tyreese, Karen and David. In search of Carol I found her already up and walking towards me. "Carol," I called to her.

"I heard," Carol told me sadly. "Let's go," she gestured as she walked ahead of me, walking towards the blood trail, I saw how it lead us outside. Burning bodies laying on the ground. All black and pink as the smoke gave off of them. Placing my bow against a wall, I saw how Tyreese stood there frozen looking at what was left of Karen and David.

I heard two sets of footsteps come towards us. Looking up, I saw Kat was up and awake. Her hair up in a pony tail, her curly hair tumbling down her back the way I was used to seeing. Her blue eyes wide and curious as she noticed the bodies. Rick looked horrorfied at the sight and they both examined the scene. "You found them like this?" Rick asked Tyreese who had his back to him.

"I came to see Karen...and I saw the blood on the floor. Then I smelled them," Tyreese said in a slight, upset daze and quietly. As though he was talking to himself rather than to us. "Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire. They killed them and set them on fire!" he whined as he waved his arms around angrily. "You're a cop. You find out who did this and you bring 'em to me. You understand? You bring 'em to me!" Tyreese growled as he turned and got into Rick's face. This ain't good.

"We'll find out who-" I said as I went to pull Tyreese away from Rick. Tyreese shrugged off my hand and was glaring at Rick by how tense his body looked from behind. My pacing was leading me everywhere. Not comfortable with how Tyreese was speaking and acting around Rick at that moment.

"I need to say it again?" Tyreese asked Rick as he got closer again. Kat getting between her dad and Tyreese as she looked at both of them worried. Her hand pressing Tyreese's chest to keep him away from her dad. Tyreese ignoring her attempt and shrugging her hands off him too. Fuck. If things go wrong...she could get herself hurt!

"No. No. I know what you're feeling. I've been there," Rick said to him as he tried to calm Tyreese down. To try and make him see sense. Listen to the man. Please Tyreese. I don't want blood to spill from anyone here. "You saw me there. It's dangerous," Rick warned him as he understood what was going on with Tyreese. Hell...even I understand.

"Karen didn't deserve this," Tyreese complained as we knew he was heart broken. Sucks to lose someone you love. We all know that. I lost Merle. My own brother to the biggest prick we know. The Governor. The same prick who could have taken Kat's life away from us too.

"No," Rick agreed with him. Shaking his head a little as he looked to Tyreese a little intimidated by how Tyreese was sizing him. This needs to stop. Before it gets out of hand. Kat can't get in between them. I won't let anyone hurt her.

"David didn't deserve it. Nobody does!" Tyreese shouted through his pain, anger and heart break. He needs to calm down. We're trying to discuss this and he's acting like a baby that's missing it's pacifier. Come to think of it...we should probably use one on him to keep him quiet.

"All right, man, let's-" I went to pull him away from Rick and to try and calm him down. This didn't work out for the best. Instead I saw him turn towards me, face filled with rage and eyes that could kill me if stares had daggers. Oh shit.

"Man, I ain't going nowhere till I find out who did this!" Tyreese screamed at me as he grabbed my by my shirt, lifting it a little and balling his hands into fists with the material that covered my skin. His eyes glaring at me as I felt my back thud against the metal bars. Looking behind him, I saw Kat trying to run to get him off of me. Worry clear in her eyes. Rick smartly pulled her back and away from trying to save me.

Carol went to reach for Tyreese but lifting my arm out, over Tyreese's shoulder, I gave them a look that told them I was okay and that I could handle this alone. "We're on the same side, man," I told him as I looked into his eyes. Not fighting against him.

"Hey, look, I know what you're going through. We've all lost someone," Rick said as he slowly approached me. Slowly approached Tyreese. His eyes darting from me to Tyreese. "We know what you're going through right now, but you've got to calm down," Rick tried to calm Tyreese as he raised his hand to lay it on Tyreese's back.

The moment Rick's hand touched Tyreese's back, Tyreese lost it and pushed Rick off of him. Causing Rick to stumble back. Kat dodging her father as she watched Tyreese let me go and turn to Rick. "You need to step the hell back!" Tyreese shouted at Rick.

Kat went to get in between them again. The pair of them face to face as they were both dealing with this in different ways. Rick trying to be calm and Tyreese completely going ape shit on Rick. Rick pushed Kat to Carol, Carol took hold of her and all I could do was pace and see. "She wouldn't want you being like this," Rick said which turned out to be the worst move he could have done.

"No!" Kat screamed when she saw Tyreese connect his fist to Rick's face. "Ty!" she continued to scream as though she was pleading for him to stop. "Stop!" Kat screamed at Tyreese as she saw her dad fall to his knees. Kat pulled herself out of Carol's grip forcefully. "Get off of him!" she demanded as she got closer. Tyreese gave Rick another punch in the face. "Stop it!" she said as she pushed him away from her dad.

Deciding I had enough. Seeing how Kat got in the middle and not wanting her to get hurt, I grabbed Tyreese in a vice hug from behind and pulled him away from the pair. Carol looking to the four of us stunned of what was going on. "Dad...are you all right?" Kat asked as she took Rick's face in her hands. "Are you okay?" she asked again when he hadn't answered the first time.

"That's enough. That's enough," I repeated to Tyreese as he continued to grunt and struggle against me. Wanting to beat Rick to a pulp possibly. I had enough strength to keep him away from the family as I saw how Rick's expression changed in split seconds. He got to his feet, stumbling and Kat held him to balance him.

His fists clenched as he charged towards us, I saw his fist go up and connect to Tyreese's jaw. Tyreese flying out of my arms and falling to the ground. Getting on all fours, Rick stormed towards him and kicked him in the gut. "Dad!" Kat called to him worried. "Stop!" she pleaded as she ran to grab him. Trying to pull him away from Tyreese.

Rick shrugged Kat's hands away from himself. Ignoring her plea and focusing on giving Tyreese what he gave Rick back. My heart hammering as I could only watch as Rick stood over Tyreese. Tyreese laying on his back and grunting each time Rick connected his fist to Tyreese's face. "Rick," I called to him but he blanked me. Tyreese groaning as I rushed forward to take hold of Rick's arm. "Stop," I growled this time.

"Let go of me!" Rick shouted at me. Rage making his entire body tense as I knew he wanted to beat the life out of him. This isn't Rick. He doesn't want Kat to see him like this. I know that. He knows that. He needs to snap out of this. Before he regrets it later.

"No. No," I told him as I held him in a vice grip like I did with Tyreese. Trying to pull him away but Rick was stronger, considering his rage took over him and wasn't making him see clearly. He's losing it. He needs to come back to us again. This isn't him.

"Let go of me!" Rick shouted again as he struggled against me. Trying to throw me off of him. Fucking come back! God damn it! He's losing it. I won't let you make this worse on yourself! Stop! I beg of you! Not just yourself but for Kat. She doesn't need to see this!

"No," I said and that was when Rick finally pushed me off of him. Rick stumbling away a little from the impact. Carol looking shocked at what had happened. Rick clutching his shaking hands as he saw what he had done. Tyreese sobbing as he rolled on the ground with his bloody hand in his good one. Kat staring at both Tyreese and Rick stunned.

"Come on...let's get you two fixed up," Kat said after a few seconds of silence. I don't know what to say...what to think. This is such a huge fuck up. Two people killed and two people were wanting to kill each other. This is fucking crazy.

"No," Tyreese growled as he got to his two feet. Shaking his head, sniffling and blood covered his face. His hand wet from Rick's blood and with maybe his own blood thrown in the mix. Rick's body shook from the adrenaline and possible realization of the fuck up he had just made. What a fucking crazy show this was.

"Fine," Kat said calmly as she walked over to Rick, cautiously she took his arm and wrist in her hands. "Come find me or Hershel when you're ready," she said to Tyreese as she looked up at her dad. Using the hand that held his wrist, she turned his face to look at her. Rick can't even look at her. He knows he fucked up big time. In front of Kat. "Come on dad," she encouraged him sweetly. "I won't take no for an answer from you," she told him slightly firm but teasing at the same time. He gave her a nod, gulped as he did so and let her lead the way back inside the cell block to fix him up. What the fuck is happening right now?


KPOV

Using water and ethanol, I cleared his wound with the water so I could clean his hand. To clean his face too. That way I could see how bad the damage was. Hershel offered to have a look at dad but I told him I could do it. Using the ethanol, I saw how his hands had been bruised and sprained. "This is gonna be sprained at least a week," I told him as I dabbed at his hand, wincing from the pain it was inflicting on him.

"Good news, none of these cuts need stitches," I informed him as I looked up at him with a small smile. His eyes watching me but quickly looking away when I would meet his gaze. "I wouldn't plan on much typing the next few days," I teased with a small giggle. "You okay?" I asked him curious as to what his answer would be.

"It hurts," dad mumbled as he looked to the table. Not meeting my eyes. Something's wrong. I'm worried about him. I always worry about him. I feel more like his mother sometimes than I do his daughter.

"I wasn't talking about the hand," I stated which made him look up at me with slightly worried eyes. "We just went through something terrible. Everything we've been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in," I told him as I thought of the flu which was killing people and inevitably turning people into walkers.

"No," dad said numbly while he looked away, to the belt that held his gun on the table. Wrapping his hand carefully, I made sure the bandage covered his knuckles and wrist, to support it and make sure it was firm enough for him to heal quicker. "It's always there," dad said with a shake of his head.

"Council meeting tomorrow morning," I told him, filling the silence as well as I could. Feeling awkward as I didn't know how to reach out to him at this very moment. "Thought you should know," I said to him as he looked to me curiously. "We just lost twelve of our own. Two more we killed in cold blood. We could be facing an outbreak," I informed him a little worried. So much to handle and deal with. I'm glad I didn't accept his offer to become the leader.

"I think I've done enough damage for one day," dad said while not looking at me. He should be there. He's just as smart as all of us. He was the one who made us make it this far. He made us survive. Mom's death wasn't his fault. He knows that...right?

"I've fallen off the wagon before," I revealed to him. Remembering the time I felt numb after realizing both Andrea and mom died. That both of them could of been saved by me in some way. That I could have gotten to them sooner.

"That's what this is?" Dad asked me as he looked at me, waving his hand a little in the air. Questioning me and my thoughts. He doesn't believe me. He doesn't believe what a tough time I had after Andrea's death. I just hid it from him and Carl when I was around them. I kept it pushed deep down inside me, when I was alone I would let it all go. Let the numbness take over for a while. Let my mind eat away at my soul. That was until I realized that I needed to stop. I found my way back but...I knew I never left.

"Pretty close," I told him with a small smile. I'm not lost anymore. I have faith. Hope. They keep me alive. Along with the ones I love and fight for. "When it happened, I didn't stand around feeling bad about it," I told him. "I got back up. I had responsibilities," I informed him which made him watch me, interested and surprised at what I was saying. "People to keep safe. You're one of those people I need to keep safe," I told him as I thought of everyone else in this prison. Carl, Judith, Daryl, Carol, Beth, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, Michonne...everyone.


CPOV

"Hey," I called out to Kat, seeing her come out to glance over the land. I was sitting around, unsure what exactly to do. Seeing others digging graves and guarding the fences. Everything went to shit in seconds. When I saw Kat I needed to talk to her now. Bursting with need to talk to her as I could hardly sleep without her coming into my head. The words I said haunting me.

"Hey kid," Kat said as she stood at the other side of the fence. "What's up?" she asked me, both of us clutching different sections of the same fence. Kat slightly taller than I but we were more or less at the same level this moment in time. She looked stressed.

"I just...I wanted to talk to you," I told her. Looking down a little, meeting her eyes, they shone in the faint light of the sun. Her expression kind and calm. She's so pretty. She looks like mom but dad at the same time. Fuck it. She looks like herself. Like the Kat I love and admire. The woman I look up to. I look up to her more than I do dad.

"Oh?" she asked me a little curious, her eyebrows shooting up as a small smile formed at the corner of her lips. She always looks so beautiful like that. Smiling in return, I shook my head and looked down at my feet a little shyly.

"Didn't you get Daryl's message?" I asked her curiously. He must have. He would have. Wouldn't he? She giggled and this made me look up at her with a raised eyebrow. I saw her fingers twitch, lightly scraping against mine. She wants to hold my hand...but she can't.

"Yes," Kat told me with a bright smile. "I did," she said with a nod. I love seeing her smile like that. It was the same smile that haunted my dreams when she was away. Her giggles always in my ears. Her voice. Her face behind my eyes and now...she's never been dead. I hope she doesn't die at any point soon. I'd miss her like crazy. Probably lose myself again.

"I-" I went to appologize after a few minutes of us being silent. Looking to each other and exchanging looks. Of happy smiles, polite smiles and slightly playful smiles. I wish I could just hug her. To tell her how sorry I am.

"Before you say anything...there's nothing to forgive," Kat stopped me from finishing what I wanted to say. "We had an argument...yes," Kat agreed with a serious expression. Nodding her head in a wiggly way, her head tilting a little from side to side as she gave me the nod. "But it's normal to get angry every once and a while," Kat said again as he fingers grazed mine. "It's what makes us human," she reminded me. I want to hold her hand too. To comfort each other.

"I just hate feeling like a jerk for it," I said sadly as I looked down. My hat on my head again as it felt weird. It felt...strange. Like a weight had been placed onto it again. Kat frowned and looked to me with a sad smile. Her fingers giving a little more pressure to mine. She's trying to comfort me without breaking the rules her and dad have set.

"Oh Carl..." Kat said with the pain evident in her heart. "You could never be a jerk to me," Kat said to me with soft eyes. With a warm and loving expression on her face. I was a jerk to mom because of your 'death'. You were never dead and we all just...gave up. "You're my brother," Kat stated to me firmly. "And I love you," she said as I saw tears build in her eyes.

"I love you too Kat," I told her as I felt my bottom lip tremble, seeing her cry made me want to cry with her. I love her so much. "Just...please don't keep things from me," I pleaded of her. "Ever," I said a little more demandingly. Authortively.

"I won't," Kat agreed with a sad smile forming on her face. Letting my fingers graze hers, her skin soft and gentle beneath my touch. "Ever again," she said with a small shake of her head. Smiling at me appreciatively. She knows I'm trying to comfort her as well as we can. Given the circumstances.

"I really wish I could hug you," I tell her honestly. I really do.

"Me too baby brother," she told me with a small sniffle. "When this is all over I promise to attack you," Kat teased with a quiet giggle at the end. Her eyes creasing around the sides as her smile was wide on her face. "Which would you prefer kisses or hugs?" she joked and I had to chuckle softly.

"What about both?" I asked her and she just laughs at my expression. Teasing as my head tilted slightly to one side, my eyes squinting a little and my smile plastered on my face. She always knows how to make me smile. How to make me laugh. She just...knows me so well.

"Good choice," she agreed with a cheeky grin. What a silly sister I have. I love her so much. I'm glad she understands me like she does. I know it's hard for her too. She did what was right. She was doing what she felt was right. I respect her for that.

"I miss you," I told her. "I heard about Karen and David," I said after she gave a small nod, biting her bottom lip and looking down. When she heard Karen and David's names be mentions she looked to me surprised. Shock horror coloring her face.

"Yeah..." she said as she nods slowly and looked behind me. Possibly to the walkers. I feel like something's wrong. Did...did she see dad get beat up? Did she see the damage dad did to Tyreese?

"How's dad?" I asked her, knowing that she was the one who meneded him. Hershel told me that Kat was fixing dad up. That her work on him was fantastic. I'm proud of her. She's come so far and learnt so much. She still doesn't let this world change her.

"He's...he-" she went to say but we were cut off when I saw Daryl come over to us. From the distance he stopped and looked to me and Kat. Placing his fingers in his mouth, he whistled loudly which made Kat turn to look at him quickly.

"Kat!" Daryl called for my sister. "We got meeting in 3!" he informed her while he stood there. Wait...is he going to walk her to the meeting? Are they together yet? I thought they would get together months ago. Guess neither of them know about each other's feelings.

"Coming!" Kat called back to him. Kat then turned to me, her eyes on mine as she looked to me sadly. Her fingers adding pressure to mine as she gave me a sad smile. "Talk to you later?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I agreed with a nod. Pursing my lips as I wanted nothing more than to be around her again. I miss spending time with her. We spend time in the mornings, afternoons and at night. It's just...she's always busy. Out looking for the Governor, out hunting with Daryl, going on runs, learning medical things from Dr.S and Hershel...

Kat gave me a sad smile, removed her fingers from mine and jogged lightly towards Daryl. Daryl was waiting for her, as they walked away I could tell they were talking about something. I didn't care if they were talking about me, but judging by how she looked to me they were and Kat smiled to me. We're fine now. That's all that matters.


KPOV

"Hey," Daryl said as I got closer to him. Both of us speed walking towards the cell block to our meeting. "So you and your brother patched things up?" Daryl asked me as we walked away from Carl who still clung to the fence as I walked away.

"Yeah," I said with a smile and nod to Daryl. "We're good now," I told him. Looking back, I saw Carl stood there, watching me as I left him there and smiled to him. Smiling back, he looked away and this made me look away too.

"I'm glad to hear that," Daryl said, pulling me away from my proud thoughts of Carl. He's becoming a man. A man to respect and a man who can make his own choices. I'm proud. Mom would be proud too.

"Come on," I teased a little with a shake of my head and a smile glued to my face. Walking inside, we hurried to the room and found Michonne stood there by the tables and chairs. Leaning against the book shelf as she watched us all take our seats and begin the meeting.

"It's spread. Everyone who survived the attack in cell block D. Sasha, Caleb, and now others," Hershel began, I offered Michonne a free seat where Sasha was meant to be but she shook her head. I was wedged between Hershel and Daryl. Looking at Glenn, he didn't seem to look too hot. He looks...pale. Is that...sweat?

"Jesus," Daryl said which pulled me out of my close and curious inspection on Glenn. Daryl looked completely unsure of what was to do now. I think we're going to need to go for a run. Anywhere. Find medicine wherever we can. We're going to need it if we're going to be able to pull people out of this.

"So what do we do?" Carol asked a little confused. She's just as lost as we are. What I say is we go out looking for meds. Just like me and Daryl were talking about last night. That way we can save people before they die of some stupid flu.

"First things first. Cell block A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David," Hershel spoke, telling us the drill and what was to happen. From the corner of my eye, I saw Glenn pull at his collar and the sweat bead on his skin. I think he's got it.

"What the hell we gonna do about that?" Daryl asked, still a little shocked about the whole ordeal. About what happened last night while we were all sleeping. Some murderer on the loose and two men who were beating the shit out of each other because of it.

"Ask Rick to look into it. Try to make a timeline. Who's where, when," Carol suggested as she looked to me when she mentioned my dad's name. Not sure he'll be able to keep track after what happened between him and Tyreese. "But what are we gonna do to stop this?" Carol asked a little worried about the flu that was spreading like quick fire.

"There is no stopping it. You get it, you have to go through it," I said as I remembered what both mom, Hershel and Dr. S had taught me about sickness, flu and other diseases. Hershel looked to me with a proud smile which made me smile shyly in return.

"But it just kills you?" Michonne asked a little incredulous at the thought of having to go through a flu and allow it to kill us.

"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do," Hershel explained as he turned to look at Michonne. "We need antibiotics," Hershel said as though it were urgent. It is urgent. People are dying and we're doing nothing to stop it. With medication, people can survive and live to see another day.

"We've been through every pharmacy nearby," Daryl said as he looked between me and Michonne. "And then some," Daryl then spoke as he looked to Glenn, who too would join us at random runs and had been to every pharmacy we had.

"That veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech, that's one place people may not have thought to raid for medication. The drugs for animals there are the same we need," Hershel said hopeful as he knew where he could possibly find what we needed in order to save lives. I hope he's right. I hope some other fucker hadn't thought of this plan before us.

"That's fifty miles. Too big a risk before. Ain't now," Daryl said as he looked to me and then the others. He's going to do my plan. He's going to go find the supplies we need. "I'm gonna take a group out. Best not waste any more time," Daryl told us as he got up to his feet.

"I'm in," I said as I too got to my feet and grabbed my weapons off the table. Sliding the bow between my torso and wrapped the quiver around my shoulders. Lets go out there, get some meds and save peoples lives.

"Me too," Michonne said as she pushed herself off the shelf and walked towards us. Standing beside me as she gave me a small smile. I looked ot her surprised and curious as to what the hell she was thinking. Did she not take my warning yesterday? Besides...she has a sprained ankle!

"You haven't been exposed. Daryl and Kat have. You get in a car with them..." Hershel gave her this warning. Michonne giving him the same look that showed she wasn't interested in what he had to say. Ah Michonne...ever the warrior.

"Daryl's already given me fleas," Michonne said with a shake of her head and a small smirk on her lips. "Besides...I got my Kitty to look after," Michonne teased as she looked to me and gave me a gentle nudge.

"Oh ha-ha," I said with a roll of my eyes and sarcastic laugh. "I can look after myself," I told her. Done it plenty of times before. Can do it again. And again. And again! Not that I like to but...I can.

"Sure you can," Michonne said as though she was reading my mind. Bitch. Sighing, I looked to Daryl and he just smirked, a playful look in his eyes as he shrugged at me. You're kidding me. He doesn't mind her coming?!

Hershel chuckled as he looked at the three of ours exchange. Feels like the good old days. "I can lead the way. I know where everything's kept," Hershel said which made my body freeze for a moment. He's kidding...right?

"When we're out there, it's always the same," Daryl tried to explain to Hershel as kindly and truthfully as possible. Without sounding insulting. "Sooner or later we run," Daryl explained to him, pointing out that Hershel wouldn't have a chance out there. There's too many of them. Hershel can't run. Not with the fake leg he now has.

"I can draw you a map," Hershel said as he decieded in that moment it would not be best for him to leave. "There are other precautions I feel we should take," Hershel said as we all stopped. Daryl was moving away but froze when he heard Hershel continue to speak.

"Like what?" I asked him curiously. My head tilting to the side a little as I watched Hershel's expression carefully. I think I know what he's going to say and...I agree with him. That is...if he's going to say what I think he's going to say.

"There's no telling how long it'll be before Daryl, Kat and their group return," Hershel pointed out. "Wouldn't it make sense for us to separate the most vulnerable?" Hershel asked as he looked to me. Judy, Carl. "We can use the administration building. Separate office, separate room," Hershel suggested we do.

"Who is the most vulnerable?" Glenn asked, his arms crossed and eyes focused on Hershel. That's obvious. The young...and the old.

"The very young," Hershel said. Forgetting 'The old' and clearly not wanting to include himself in that. That means he'd have to stay inside. Hershel's like me. We can't stay inside for too long. Especially if there is something we can do to help others or do in order to pass the time.

"What about the old?" Glenn asked him. Knowing that this was clearly the hook for the fish. Poor Hershel. Only wanting to play 'The Good Samaritan'. God bless his soul. Hm...maybe he'll find a way to save people. I just hope he stays strong and healthy.


RPOV

Me and Carol were trying to pump water out, finding that there was no luck and only muck and...shit coming out of the once clean water suply. This is absolute bullshit. Of all days...this is happening. Feel like we can never catch a break. "Give me another go at it," I told Carol as I offered to take her place when it came to trying to get water out.

"The whole line's mudded up," she told me which made me decide not to try and pump any more gunk into the bucket. "The end is dragging the bottom again. We'll have to go out there and clear it," Carol explained as she looked around. "Set the bird, go out through the tombs, swing around through the forest route," she suggested as she was already chosing a route for us to take.

"We got enough for now," I said as I looked to the buckets. "That's tomorrow's problem," I told her as I moved around and looked at how much water supply we had. Yeah...it should be enough.

"Rick, five more people have come down with it since Sasha went in," Carol informed me. I know. "There's not a lot of us left," Carol pointed out to me. "What if you get sick? What if I do?" Carol asked me. What if? What if? That thing doesn't work much now a days.

"What if we get in trouble out there and don't come back?" I asked her, adding her favourite. What if? "Let's get this up to the people who need it," I said as I thought about those who were in the cell blocks and possibly thirsty for water. "Let's get what we have to get done first," I suggested. Dad always told me. If you're going to do a job. If you need to do it half by half...do it. Just never leave it to the last minute.

Tipping the bucket, the muck slid out and I shook it a moment longer. Getting rid of the shit that got stuck onto it as best as I could. "Is Carl pretty pissed about going into quarantine?" Carol asked me a little curious as to how my son was taking it. Pissed is a little bit of an overstatment.

"Of course," I said as I thought about how I had spoken to Kat, who told me about the idea of taking the young into somewhere safe. How Carl too would need to go into quarantine. "But it's better to be safe," I told her as I thought about Judith and Carl.

"Always better to be safe," Carol said, something in her tone making it sound a little...strange. I feel like there's double meaning in that and...that she's keeping something from me. "You should talk to him," Carol said as we were both looking at Tyreese who had just finished burying the dead.

"We should both pay our respects," I told her thoughtful of how I would have felt if I too had stuck around for Lori's funeral. I only stayed for Kats seeing as her funeral wasn't so painful. When I thought she was dead the wound was sealing up. Lori's death was fresh. Painful. It was a deep cut. Just...different types of cuts. Lori's death cut my heart. Kat's death cut my heart and soul.

"I'll take this up first," Carol said as though she was trying everything she could to prevent herself being alone with Tyreese. She looked down at the bucket of water up. "Meet you," she said before I could even answer, walking off and leaving me alone. Staring at Tyreese.

"I'm sorry about what happened," I began a little shyly. I was such an asshole to him. Fuck...why did I do something so stupid?! "What I did to you," I explained why I was sorry. Not only for Karen, but because I had hurt him more than he deserved. "Everything," I stated.

"It's on both of us," Tyreese said in a forgiving tone. It's true. He did hit me first. "You got to find who did this," Tyreese repeated what he had already told me before.

"I didn't know David much," I told him truthfully. "Did you?" I asked him curious as to what he would tell me. "Did anyone have a problem with him or Karen?" I questioned him and this only made his calm, sad expression change to one of anger and as though he had just been offended.

"No. No way," he said firmly, walking toward me as he looked me directly in the eyes. "I was with her all the time, every day. She got along with everybody. Same with David," he informed me. He must be right. He feels very passionate about this.

"They were the only two who were sick," I said as I thought about he only other reason as to why they would be murdered. "The person who did it might have trying to stop this thing from spreading," I said as I thought of excuses as to why someone would kill them. Two people who were infected. It only makes sense that they killed them to try and stop the risk of the infection spreading.

"They didn't," he said as firmly as he could. His bottom lip trembling as his nose flared while the tears began to build in his eyes. "Now Sasha has it," Tyreese said worried and scared for his sister. Is he afraid someone else will kill her before the flu can?

"Look, whoever it was who did this, they're not going anywhere," I told him. "We'll find them," I tried to reassure him. I just hope I can find out who could possibly try and kill these people. Who would have the mind to do that? It had to be someone in the council. They were the ones who knew where they were. Kat...no. Daryl...no. Hershel...no. Sasha...no. Glenn...I don't think so. Carol? Could she?

"Today?" he questioned me. "Right now?" he asked me a little intimidating and mockingly. "Because I'm not feeling the urgency," Tyreese spat at me. "All I see you doing is pumping water. In fact, what I'm picking up is murder is okay in this place now," he said judging both me and the others who he now lived with.

"No, it is not," I told him firmly. "But we have to save lives first," I told him as I thought of those who were getting the infection. Of those who were dying because of it. "We have to keep this place going," I told him as I thought like the leader again. We need people safe. People alive and surviving. It's the right thing to do.

"You worry about that," Tyreese told me coldly. "I'll worry about what's right," he told me. Everyone has a different view of what's right and what's wrong. Walking past me, he kept going and left me to my thoughts.


CPOV

"It's for your own good," Dad tried to explain to me. He was leaning against my door frame, Kat on the other side of it as she was ready to go out and leave for her run with Daryl and Michonne. I wish I could go out and do something sometimes. It gets so boring playing the kid.

"I'm fine," I whined a little. "I don't want to be locked away with a bunch of kids," I told him as I tried to convince them that I didn't need to be kept prisoner. That I was fine going out there and doing things. Keep people safe. I can't keep anyone safe if I'm locked away like some prisoner. Pun completely intented.

"I need you in there keeping an eye on Judith and everybody else," Kat said to me as I looked to her. "Making sure they're safe," Kat said with kind and calm eyes. She means it. She trusts me to keep everyone safe like this. I hope I make her proud.

"If anybody gets sick, you let me know," dad told me. Guess I have to. Seeing as Kat is the only other person who I could tell who is in charge...sort of. Kat is going out for a run, leaving me and dad here to do whatever we can.

"What if they've already turned when I find them?" I asked them as I picked up my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder and letting my hand rest on my gun. They might just turn without me knowing. They could even attack. Do they expect me to pretend nothing is happening and allow walkers to have me as dinner?

"You don't fire unless you absolutely need to," dad said after looking to Kat. The pair of them exchanging a look. Kat acts like my mom sometimes. Making joint decisions with dad. I understand they're both trying to do what's best for me but...they won't be here forever.

"But you know I might need to, right?" I asked them as I walked closer to them. They looked to one another, then to me and looked away. Dad sighing as Kat gave me a small sad smile. I'm going to make my own decisions. Just like they would if they were me. I have to do what has to be done sometimes. They need to understand that. Or at least try.


KPOV

"Son of a bitch is about a quart low," Daryl said as we were coming towards him. Michonne and myself putting some supplies at the back of the car. Daryl was checking out Zach's car. Daryl had decided to use this car saying it was faster and could get us here and back faster than any other cars we could take with us.

"You still keep it in the bottom of tower three?" I asked him as I remembered our stashes. Michonne slowly walking over to us as she was wiping her hands clean of dirt. Daryl was looking over the car and checking that everything was working well. Was he a mechanic before this?

"Yeah," Daryl said as he looked up at me. His eyes glancing over at Michonne as she leaned against the car. Her eyes watching the pair of us with a small smile. It feels like the times when all three of us went looking for the Governor together.

"I'll go get one," Michonne offered as she turned her back on us and began to walk off.

"Hey," Daryl called to her as she stopped in her tracks. "I'm glad you're here," he told her which made her turn around slowly. Oh no...don't tell me he's going to tell her what I think he is.

"Where else would I be?" she asked him. I'm staying the hell out of this. This is between the pair of them. I don't want to participate because I know it will turn ugly.

"Running off," Daryl pointed out to her as though this was what she was doing. Oh God...why me? I should have never told Daryl what I thought. Should have kept my mouth shut. I trusted him. Then again...he did offer to help me convince Michonne to stop searching for the Governor. I didn't expect it to be now and like this!

"You know I'm not running off," Michonne said as she walked back to us. Shaking her head to Daryl as she looked at him as though she had just been insulted. Neither of them are wrong and neither of them are right. Simple as that. "So it's just gonna be the three of us? Like in the old days? The three musketeers?" Michonne teased with a small smile as she looked between me and Daryl.

"It's only you with a sword," I teased with a giggle. She always calls us three this. When it was her, me and Andrea she always used to call us the triplets. I miss those days. I miss Andrea. I hate thinking about her but...I owe her at least a moment of my time. Seeing as she saved me.

"You still have blades...don't you?" Michonne joked which made me snicker. Daryl smiling at the pair of us while he stopped what he was doing to the car to look at us. Wiping his hands with a cloth he had laying around beside him.

"What our knives?" I stated with a slight teasing tone in my voice. "A machete?" I joked further. She's the only one with a sword. Myself and Daryl are more...archers. Seeing as we use bows and arrows. Michonne uses a God damned Katana for Christ's sakes.

"Yeah, and Bob," Daryl said which made me burst out laughing. We have Bob, a sword, a machete and knives. Why am I finding this so funny? I had clutched my stomach from the laughter, turning pink in the face. Michonne giggling too while I had tears in my eyes.

"Sorry," I said, trying to calm myself from the laughter. Trying to regain my composure. "I don't know why I find that so funny," I told them honestly as I felt childish for laughing at such a stupid thing. Great. You made youself look like a complete Jackass in front of Daryl. Idiot of the year award goes to...Katherine Grimes. Thank you. Thank you. Looking to Michonne, she shook her head with a bright smile on her face. Daryl looked to me and chuckled a little, a small smirk on his lips as he looked away. I hope they found me amusing and not stupid.

"Still, feels like we could use another person," Daryl said seriously while he looked to us. Regaining all seriousness, I looked to the pair and sighed. Well...who could we take with us? Dad and Carl are out of the question. As is Hershel. Glenn is sick. Sasha is sick. Carol is staying here to take care of those who go in and out of A block.

"Who else isn't sick?" Michonne asked us curiously. Her eyes searching us for answers.

"We don't ask Rick. He wants to stay here with Carl and Little Ass-Kicker. Keep them safe. Plus there's plenty of stuff he could do here," Daryl told her as he looked around and was fixing the car a little more. I should hate it when he calls Judith 'Lil Ass-Kicker' but...I don't. I find it quite...sweet.

"So who else we got?" Michonne asked a little confused as to who else we could possibly bring with us. Could we? I mean...he did just fight with my dad this morning. He has a swollen eye and...God knows if he's in the right state of mind.

Looking at Daryl, I knew he was thinking the same person as I was. Exchanging looks I kne he wanted to give it a shot. Sighing, I nod and shrugged. Can't hurt to give it a shot. "Tyreese," Daryl and I said at exactly the same time.


DPOV

Deciding to go looking for him. I told the girls to go look for the gas while I went searching for Tyreese. "Oh, there you are. Took me damn near forever to find you," I told him as I finally found him in cell block A by the door. "Whatcha doing?" I asked him curiously. He was stood outside the door where everyone was, where all the sick were trying to get better with the help of Dr. S.

"Somebody needs to stand watch," he told me as he turned to look at me. Standing firm and keeping his one good eye staring directly at me. Looking behind him, I understood why he would react like this. If it were Merle in there...if Kat were killed like Karen was. I would lose it and be just like he is. No joke.

"Man, I want to find them, too," I told him as I understood where he was coming from. "Put a bolt in them for what they did," I said as I thought of the murderer. Of if the roles were reversed. "These people are cut off. Ain't no way anyone's getting in and out without a whole bunch of people seeing 'em," I informed him, trying to reassure him that Sasha would be fine.

"Sasha's in there," Tyreese pointed out to me like I didn't already know. "I ain't going nowhere," he told me firmly. This can't be his final decision...can it?

"Standing guard ain't gonna do no good unless we come back with them meds," I told him but he just turned his back on me and pressed his hands to the glass. Staring into the room filled with sick people. "All right," I said as I gnawed on my bottom lip, nodding as I looked down. "We're gassing up by the front gate in case you change your mind," I told him as I went to leave. Looking to him, hopeful that he would see sense and join us.


CPOV

Hearing a door open, I was making my way up and down the halls. Standing guard and keeping watch. Tired of sitting around reading comics and thinking about what could be happening outside the walls and fences. "Where are you going?" I asked Hershel as I saw him walking towards the exit.

"I'm down here away from y'all 'cause you kids are supposed to stay away from me," Hershel told me matter-of-factly. We all know. You've been exposed and you're also vulnerable. We know. Still...why and where are you going?

"I've been walking the halls," I informed him. "My dad told me to look out for everyone," I said not exactly telling a lie but not telling him that dad told me to wander the halls. Dad told me to stay put. To stay in this block but...he didn't say anything about keeping watch.

"Well, you should keep your distance," Hershel warned me. His hand up indicating for me to stay back. Walking closer, my fingers itching towards my gun from instinct of how I had heard of the infection spreading. Is he afraid he's going to turn?

"You're walking towards the exit," I pointed out to him. Why are you trying to leave Hershel? Make me see. Make me understand. If I can't leave...neither should he.

"I need to go out there," he told me sternly but vaguely. What does he have planned? Does he want to cure the sick? Does he want to get himself into the cell block? Out of fear of him becoming sick?

"To the cell blocks?" I asked him curiously. My head tilting, keeping my eyes focused on him and only him. There's something not right about the way he's looking at me. He's keeping something from me. Just like Kat was.

"To the woods," Hershel pointed out rapidly, bluntly while he looked directly at me.

"So you're sneaking out," I stated rather than asked him. Taking a long, deep breath, my eyes on him and my heart pounding. I'd have to tell dad where Hershel was going.

"Don't need anyone worrying about me," Hershel grumbled while he shook his head a little at me. "And I damn sure don't want someone telling me I can't go," he pointed out. Making me feel just like him. If he can go out there...so can I. Dad can't tell me not to go out there with Hershel when Hershel said that he has to go out there. I need to protect Hershel too.

"I can't just let you go out into the woods by yourself," I informed him. It's too dangerous. He need me or dad to go with him. Or maybe even Maggie. Best choice would be dad, seeing as he has been exposed to the sickness too.

"Let me?" Hershel asked me a little incredulously. I'm not in charge. No one is but...I have a responisibility to keep them safe. Kat and dad trusted me with this job and I don't want to disappoint them. Not now. Not ever.

"I can't stop you," I told him truthfully. He has the freedom to chose what he can and can't do. I can't tell him no. "But I have to tell my dad," I stated seriously, looking at him while he looked slightly releived.

"Go ahead, then," Hershel encouraged me. "I'll be out there by the time you find him," he told me, turning his back and walking away from me. Following after him, I knew he wanted to go out there and that by me looking for my dad, it would give him more time to do whatever he needed to. More time for him to get himself killed without protection.

"Hershel!" I called after him, making him stop and turn towards me to look at me. "If you have to go, then I have to come with you," I told him. This isn't a debate. This has to happen in order to keep him safe. I can't let him wander out there alone.

"Carl," Hershel went to protest.

"I have to," I stated bluntly. This is no argument. This is settled. I go with him or he doesn't go at all.


KPOV

"Hey Kat?" Michonne called to me, her tone was like it was a question she wanted to ask me and I knew that this was going to be something to bite me in the ass for later. Turning my head to her she looked away to the ground. "You don't think I'm running away...do you?" she asked me sadly.

"No," I said quickly. "I just..." I trailed off. We were walking to get the gas Daryl wanted us to get. Leaving the car unoccupied for a moment as we decided to take our time, seeing as Daryl went to go looking for Tyreese while we searched for the gas.

"You can talk to me," Michonne said as she stopped me for a moment. Her brown eyes searching my blue ones for anything she could be looking for. "I won't hate you for telling me what you think," she said kindly as she searched my face. She's waiting for me to tell the truth...isn't she?

"I just think that searching for the Governor is...pointless," I told her honestly as I shrugged. Feeling guilty about having to tell her the truth like this. I don't want to hurt her but...we're only hurting ourselves going out there and looking for the Governor who could be half way across the country by now.

"Why?" she asked me as her brows creased together in shock, anger and curiousity. "He killed Andrea," she pointed out which made me wince a little. "Almost killed you," she informed me. "Tried to kill me more than once," she stated as I remembered the stories she told me. Merle, taking the Governor's eye and the deal he made with my dad.

"I know but..." I tried to explain. Lost for words. "There's no trace of him anywhere," I told her, remembering the amount of times we went out and found no trace of him. "Woodbury is burnt down. The Governor's trail has disappeared and...it's been months since any sign of him," I listed off for her. Hoping she would realize it at last.

"What are you keeping from me?" Michonne asked as she came closer to me. Her arms crossed as she looked at me deadly serious. This is when I knew my voice shook a little and my eyes weren't fully focused on hers.

"I think..." I began. Feeling the words get trapped in my throat. Trying to escape. "I think he's going to be coming back," I said to her honestly. "With numbers," I added. "Or at least something which will gain him the upper hand somehow," I explained as I thought of the Governor and what type of man he is.

"That's crazy," Michonne said as though I had completely lost all of my senses. Ignoring her, I kept walking and didn't look back. "No survivor would trust him after what he's done," Michonne called after me.

"That's true..." I agreed as I spoke loudly back at her. "But only if the people he's with doesn't know him like we do," I explained to her as I remembered how easily he convinced Andrea he was a good man. "He's a greedy and minipulating man," I stated bitterly about the Governor. "He'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants," I pointed out, remembering how and who he was. What he was like.

"What he wants is our heads in a fish tank," Michonne told me with all the venom she had in her soul towards the Governor. He's a nut case. He doesn't know how to keep himself to himself. He always wants more than he can ever get.

"Exactly," I told her as we stopped at the car. "He's a power hungry psychopath," I said as she poured the gas into the car. "I'm telling you. My gut feeling tells me he will be back soon," I said as I pointed to my gut. "And he'll be wanting blood," I state as I felt my blood run cold. I believe it. I truly do.


CPOV

"When did your dad give it back?" Hershel asked me as he was picking berries. My gun was silenced and I was alert for any walkers or any assholes that could come in our way. It's so...weird being out here again.

"Yesterday," I told Hershel. "After everything happened," I stated as I thought about the walkers that had made their way in again. How people had gotten sick and died. I miss Patrick but...everyone dies...eventually. Dad told me that. Kat, Mom and Shane proved that to me. People I care about will die sooner or later. It's good to be attatched to people but...I have my reasons to keep fighting. For Kat...Judith...Dad.

"You've grown a lot these last few months," Hershel told me, pulling me out of my thoughts and making me look at him over my shoulder. "There's a responsibility about you," he pointed out. I do. I have responisibilites to my family. Keep them safe. Fed. Keep them sane and happy. "I think it's done you good to step back," he stated as though he knew what it was like going through this whole process.

"Yeah. It was all right," I agreed. Hershel moved towards the plants I was looking at. Turning as I was watching his back while he watched his front. It was hard to change but...I'm slowly coming back. I still have dark thoughts but...seeing Kat, Judith and dad. It makes me realize that its not always dark. That there is light at the end of this horrible tunnel. "Can't be like that all the time," I told him as I thought of yesterday.

"I would have been fine on my own," Hershel said stubbornly. "It's peaceful out here," Hershel said as we both looked up at the sky. Birds were singing, the air was cool and the sun was shinning. "These last couple days, we might be safer outside those walls than in," Hershel told me as though it was true.

"No, we're not," I told him blankly. He looked over to me a little stunned as I lifted my gun and nudged my head, indicating there was something out there behind a tree. Walking closer to the tree, we saw a walker growling and snarling at us. His body stuck to the tree as moss grew over him. Covering every inch of his rotting skin, sitting there and reminding me of Jim.

There were tents, much like the ones we slept in and it made me feel sad. The times when I still had my innocence in tact. The times when it was me, Kat, Dad and Mom. When Shane was still alive. Andrea. Amy. Dale. Sophia. Jacqui. When Jim was still alive. When things felt...easier but...I was so afraid. So scared of walkers. Still am but...I didn't know how to protect myself like I do now. Kat, Shane, Daryl and dad showed me how to protect myself.

Looking at the walker, it was trapped under a fallen tree, reaching for me and all I could think of was Jim. Was he like this or...did he get up and start killing people? I wonder if he is still a walker or if he's just...dead. "Let's wrap this up," Hershel told me as we went to turn around and head back. A rattling noise coming closer as I looked and saw a walker that had it's foot trapped in a bear trap.

Her walking slow and her body swaying more than what a normal walker would sway when they walked. "Don't," Hershel warned me as I raised my gun and was ready to shoot. "You don't need to," he told me as I thought it over. She's too slow. She wouldn't be able to catch us. He's right. There's no point to killing her. Don't need to waste a bullet. "It was so peaceful," Hershel complained a little heart broken at the serenity we had moments ago.

"It was," I agreed, lowering my gun and walking the other direction. "Can't be like that all the time," I reminded Hershel as the walker trapped under the tree growled and reached out for us. Walking past him, we reached the prison and went our different ways.


DPOV

"Everything look all right?" Bob asked me, walking towards me and holding more stuff for our journey in his hands. He placed them to the ground and looked to the car. Wiping my hands clean, I looked to him and thought about Zach.

"Yeah," I told him with a nod. "Zach kept this thing running pretty good," I informed him, remembering the crazy kid who kept trying to figure out who and what I was before all of this. My mind running at Kat and how I had made Michonne uncomfortable. I want them safe. It's for their own interest.

"This is Zach's car?" Bob asked me a little sad, his expression was depressed and he looked like he was either having flashbacks or thoughts were running around in his mind. Something's wrong. Not everyone would look this sad over someone's death. Unless...nah. It can't be.

"Yeah, fastest one we got," I told him. Michonne was talking to Kat about something which was making her laugh. It's nice to see her laughing. The way she smiles like that, how it sounds and just...shaking my head of my thoughts, I turned my head to look at Bob. "You all right?" I asked as I realized he was expressionless. Emotionless.

"You really want me coming along?" he asked me a little curious. As though this was a bad idea to him. Patting myself down, I was looking for a piece of papaer and knew this was the things we needed to find for Hershel.

"What's that word?" I asked him, pointing at a word that none of us could pronounce. Myself, Kat and Michonne had tried to pronounce it but had no idea how. Bob was a medic in the army. Maybe he knows this medicine name.

"'Zanamivir,'" he said. Making it seem easy as pie. Hell yeah we need you. Don't even know how to fucking say the word and he didn't even need to think about it!

"Yup, we need you," I said, squinting at the paper and trying to remember how it was pronounced. Wait until Kat and Michonne hear how it's meant to be said. They'll be pissing themselves with laughter. "What's up?" I asked when I turned to see Tyreese making his way towards me.

"Still got room for one more?" he asked me, looking determined to go out there and to save his sister.

"Hell, yeah," I told him, slipping the paper again in my back pocket and looking to him as I gave him a nod. Glad he changed his mind. We have a full car now. Me, Michonne, Kat, Bob and Tyreese. Off to find meds and save people.

"Good," he said as he looked to me with a nod. "Just got to get my gear," he told me before he turned and walked off.

"All right," I agreed, picking up my crossbow and placing it in the drivers seat. I will be sitting here driving and Kat will be next to me. Like always. Where she belongs. Beside me. Fuck...if Merle were here he'd call you a pussy for thinking any woman should take your side. She don't like you and she'll like you less if you keep hitting on her.


RPOV

"What's going on?" I asked rounding the corner, to see Maggie and Hershel arguing to one another. All of us outside of A block. Kat did tell me he would play The Good Samaritan. Hershel can't help it. He's a good man like that.

"Elderberries," Hershel pointed out to me, pointing to the pans he had on the floor in small crates. "My wife used to make tea with them. They're a natural flu remedy," he explained the purpose of the berries. "Caleb's too sick to help. I can," he told us as he pointed to himself.

"There's so many times we haven't been able to do anything to change what was happening, what was happening to us. We wished we could, but we couldn't. This time, I can," he told us, making a huge speech about what he thought. "I know I can. So I have to," he told us as he took this as though this was his responsibility.

"Hershel, if you go in there, you're gonna get sick," I warned him. He needs to know the risk he could be putting himself into. The risk he could be putting us all into. Without him, Maggie, Glenn and Beth wouldn't be able to survive. Glenn needs him right now. Maggie and Beth need Hershel safe.

"Wait, we don't know that. What we do know is that these people's symptoms need to be controlled," Hershel said sternly, talking over me and trying to make me see clarity. He needs to be sure that this is what he wants.

"Hershel, please. We can wait," I pleaded of him. Kat and Daryl will be back with the meds. I believe that. I have to. Kat told me to have faith. Faith that she will return and hope that things will all get better. That everything will go back the way it used to be. I have faith that Kat will return and I hope that people can survive through this.

"Listen, damn it!" Hershel demanded of us. "You step outside, you risk your life. You take a drink of water, you risk your life. And nowadays you breathe, and you risk your life," Hershel told us powerfully. "Every moment now you don't have a choice. The only thing you can choose is what you're risking it for," he told us. He's right. We can't just sit around and do nothing. We need to keep things going. To keep people safe.

"Now I can make these people feel better and hang on a little bit longer. I can save lives," he told us. That's what it's about, isn't it? Saving lives, keeping the ones we love safe and fed. Keeping hope and faith alive. "That's reason enough to risk mine. And you know that," he pointed out passionately. Covering his mouth and nose with a mask, he picked up his crate and walked to the door.

Maggie followed after him, slightly panicked and worried for her dad. Yet, pleading for him to stay and pleading him at the same time to save Glenn. "Dad," she pleaded as she looked to him. Searching for some possible answer. When she heard none, the door creaked as she opened it for Hershel, then shut it behind him. I hope he knows what he's doing.


KPOV

Michonne had left to do something, Bob was somewhere by the car and minding his own business. Tyreese had decided to join us and went to go get his stuff. Myself and Daryl still checking the car, his hands working away fixing the car to perfection. "Why did you do that?" I asked Daryl as I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the car to look at him.

"Do what?" he asked me, his blue eyes squinting a little as he looked at me. Trying hard not to let my eyes wander down to his arms that were tensing and flexing with his movements on the car. Now's no the time to drool. Now's the time to stay focused and serious.

"Crush Mich like that," I told him as I thought of Michonne's sad and shocked expression. "I told you that I thought it was useless for us to go out there in search for the Governor but...did you not think about Michonne when you told her what you said?" I questioned him, he had been inconsiderate to her feelings and he needed to know he did wrong to Michonne.

"All I know is I find it stupid that both of you are running around out there in search of some dead man who hasn't shown his face in months," Daryl explained as though this was the best reason to tell her what he thought. He had stopped as he spoke to me, straightening up and looking me in the eyes.

"That is not your call," I growled at him as I took a step closer to him. "We are old enough to go out there, knowing full well what we're doing and what to expect," I told him. Glaring at him a little as I tried to make a point to him. We're not little girls. We can handle ourselves. We've done it before. The whole eight months I had spent out there with Michonne and Andrea surviving. I didn't need him or my dad. I just needed faith that I would get back to them. And I did.

"Seems to me you both just want to die," Daryl mumbled as he wiped his hands on a cloth he had tucked in his back pocket. "What if you go out there next time and don't return?" Daryl asked me as he got in my face a little. "Leave Carl and Judith sisterless," he said which made my heart smash.

"Leave Rick to lose his mind again," he threatened me which made what was left of my heart turn into rubble. "Leave us without a member in our council," he pointed out. "Is that what you want?" he questioned me. "Huh?" he spat as he got super close to me. Trying to intimidate me. Both of us talking to each other with raised voices. The vein in his neck was popping out. This was the indication that he was mad. His face red with anger.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly. Heart thudding in my ears. "How dare you," I snarled at him. "How dare you say that to me!" I shouted at him as I shoved him hard away from me. "You know what...just...shut up," I stuttered as I felt the need to either punch something or cry. "Leave me alone," I told him as I felt tears build. Not the first time I've cried at something Daryl said. We've argued before but...this really hurt me. He used my family as an excuse to hurt me.

"Fine," Daryl growled as he stepped back and gave me a slow nod. "Don't need you screaming in my ear anyway," Daryl spat at me angered still. "I ain't stupid and I sure as hell ain't deaf," he snarled back at me as he picked up his tools to fix the car.

"Shut up," I spat at him. He used my family as a reason for me to stop leaving. He knew I cared about my family more than I do my own safety. He knows that if he said that, I would stop going out there and he knows that this way I'll agree. Too bad. I won't let Mich do this alone. Andrea deserves to know that fucker is dead.

"Hey," Michonne's voice was curious as she took slow steps towards us. Oh no...please don't tell me she heard mine and Daryl's arguement. "What you two talking about?" Michonne asked which made Daryl fix the car a little more angrily. His muscles tense as he was grunting and being more of a brute to the car.

"Nothing," Daryl growled as he clearly indicated something was happening between us. What an asshole he's being to me right now. He's being an asshole to me, Mich and God knows who else. Why did he hurt me like that?

"Just that you need to sit at the front," I told her coldly, holding back tears that I wanted to let go and all the anger that was building up inside me. Hate him for using my family against me. For making me feel like this. All...useless and weak. So confused.

"I thought you wanted to sit at the front?" Michonne asked with with furrowed brows. "You always sit there when Daryl's driving," Michonne said as her dark brown eyes darted between me and Daryl. Maybe she senses the tension between us.

"Yeah but...you're ankle is still hurt," I told her. "You need leg room and being squished in the back, isn't the best idea for you," I pointed out as I looked to her. Knowing that this was a good and reasonable explanation for her to sit in the front. "I'll sit with Tyreese and Bob," I told her as though this was the end of discussion. "If you'll excuse me...I'm going to say good bye to dad and Carl," I snarled as I looked to Daryl with a glare.

Walking off, I heard Daryl curse and slam down the hood of the car. I went to say good bye to Carl and dad. Taking a few minutes to calm myself down and realize that he was just being a dick. A protective one. One that was trying to make me see that going out for the Governor was even more pointless. I won't risk my life for a man who is going to come looking for us and especially not when I'm possibly going to end up dying out there in stead of protecting my family and keeping them happy.


RPOV

I had been looking at the crime scene, seeing the marks, the stains and noticed there was a hand print. Small and woman like. Slender, long fingers, small palm and this was when I knew. It's not Kat. It's not Sasha...so it must be who I think it is. How could she do such a thing?

"Hey," Kat said as she came looking for me. She looked troubled, she made me stumble a little as she pulled me to her in a hug. "I just wanted to say good bye before I left," she told me, her voice shaking as her head was resting on my chest. Her arms wrapping around me tightly. Holding her, I was being careful with my hand and tried to comfort her. Something's wrong. I can feel it.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her, pulling away, I saw her bright blue eyes looking up at me sadly. A hidden anger flaring behind them. What happened? Is she okay? She gave me a small nod and hid her eyes away from mine. "You can talk to me about anything," I told her, trying not to force her to tell me, simply trying to encourage her that I was here to listen. "You know that right?" I asked her, ducking down to meet her gaze.

"Yeah," she said softly. Nodding her head. "I just...don't want to talk about it," she said as her bottom lip wobbled. Tears forming in her eyes. Comforting her, I took her into my arms and rested my chin on her head. Holding her to me as I supported her as best as I could. Completely unaware of what could possibly be wrong.

She cried a little, staining my shirt and then when we pulled away, I caressed stray tears away with my thumb. Smiling at her sadly, I told her good bye and kissed her forehead. She sighed at the touch and shut her eyes. Pulling away, she turned and left towards the car. Helping them exit, I watched as the car drove away and glanced around. Shock horror clouding my mind as I saw that there was a machine running to make noise, Carol outside and trying to clear the tubes from the muck that came out of the water pump.

Running towards her, I ran towards the hole we had made. "Damn it," I growled, noticing walkers turn to her and sneak up behind her crouching form. "Carol! Run!" I shouted to her but she didn't listen. She looked around, trying to get the muck out and ignored me. "Run!" I told her, she threw the screwed together tubes together and began to run towards me. Pulling opened the hole as I climbed through and headed towards her.

Walkers coming closer, I shot as many as I could down and saw how she got her machete stuck in a walker's head. Trying to pull it out with no success and left it behind. Not as skilled as Kat with that weapon. Using her knife, she killed a walker that got too close to me adn pushed it down. Running to the fences, we climbed through the hole and waited for me to secure it so no walkers could follow us inside. "Piece of cake," Carol mumbled out breathless.

"We decided to do that tomorrow," I reminded her, growling at her as I thought of how stupid and reckless she was just then. Glaring at her as we were both panting for breath. Such a stupid and reckless woman. She's strong and...crazy. I have no doubt that she killed Karen and David.

"We don't know if we get a tomorrow," she said breathlessly as she looked me in the eyes, turning around and leaving. She walked back towards the prison and didn't look back. Something is wrong. Really wrong. It's all adding up. Reckless, 'Better to be safe,' and how she kicked the barrels of water over after Tyreese talked to her. She must have done it. Kat wouldn't kill anyone unless she absolutely had to. Sasha wouldn't hurt her brother like that.


KPOV

We were driving, I couldn't even look at him as I looked away and didn't look back at him through the rearview mirror. His eyes glued to me, the road or glancing to Michonne. "Hey, I know you weren't running off," he said to Michonne. "The thing is, that trail went cold," Daryl pointed out as he looked to her. "You know that, right?" he asked her but she stayed silent.

Michonne's eyes glued to the road as she turned stiff. Tense. "If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you two," Daryl said as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror. Looking directly into his eyes in this weird way. His blue eyes peircing to mine as I gave him this single moment.

Turning my head away, I saw as he moved to the side a little to change the the radio, static crackling as he would turn the knob of the radio. Trying to find the right channel or any channel that was possibly working. "Would you hand me one of them CDs right there?" Daryl asked as Michonne searched in the glove box.

There was a faint voice speaking out of the radio. It was crackled but...we could somehow hear it broadcasting through the speakers. "...find sanctuary," we heard it say. Holy shit. Myself and Daryl exchanged a glance through the rearview mirror.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked, his neck craning in shock surprise as we were all wide eyed and shocked at what we could hear on the radio. Daryl looked away, back on the road and then to the speakers.

"Shh," he hushed Bob as he leaned over and started searching for a clearer station. So we could hear the voice clearly. Sanctuary. Maybe this is the place we should all go if the prison ever gets over run. We never did plan an escape plan. A meeting point. That's what we need. That way we can all find each other.

"...determined to survive..." the voice spoke, it's voice all robotic and crackling through the speakers. "...keep alive," the voice said again. We need better signal. Daryl then exchanged a look with Michonne which made him stomp down on the pedals. I was close to falling forward when we hit a walker.

The tires squealing as Tyreese and Bob pushed me back onto my seat. Walkers growling as we stopped a little after driving. Daryl putting the car to a halt as we all looked at the mass of walkers that laid ahead of us. Daryl panting as we saw walkers begin to crowd around the car, thumping on the windows and clawing at us through the glass. Trying to get in.

"Grab something!" Daryl growled at me as I saw Treese and Bob take hold of me with one hand, pushing me back and another holding onto whatever surface could support them. The wheels screeching as Daryl drove back, pushing walkers back and under us.

"Go to the left!" Michonne said as she was pointing to the direction she saw was clear. Daryl tried to drive but it was no use. My hair a mess, stray strands falling out and covering the sides of my face. Some covering my eyes as I was panting from the fear of falling out the window. He's going to fucking kill me!

"We're jammed up," Daryl said which made Michonne slip on her sword after taking off her seat belt. Grabbing my bow and quiver, I slung them over me and sat up a little as to not break my bow. "Make a run for the gaps right there," Daryl ordered Michonne as walkers were getting closer. Beginning to block our view.

"You two, you make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me?" Daryl said as he looked to Bob and Tyreese. I'm going to die here. Aren't I? He's going to leave me here alone. I'm going to die and never see my family again. There's too many of them and only one of me.

"Kat. Follow my lead okay? You'll be fine," Daryl called to me as he tried to get my attention. "Kat! Look at me," Daryl said as he laid his hand on my knee, trying to get my attention as the fear took over me. "You'll be fine. We're going to climb the roof. I'll go for the front," he told me, giving me instructions.

"You slide down the back," Daryl told me was I was shaking in fear. There's too many. Daryl caught my attention when his hand was on my knee, his eyes looking directly into mine. "You'll be fine," Daryl reassured me. "I promise," Daryl told me as he kept his eyes on me. "You stay close to me and Michonne. Got it?" he asked me. Taking note of his words, I looked into his eyes, both of us worried but Daryl was prepared for what was going to happen. Nodding, he gave me a single nod in return.

"Now!" Daryl said with a forceful shove up at the small window over his head. Opening it, he popped his head up and this was when Bob and Michonne climbed out of the car. Daryl shot at a walker with his bow, when he stepped out, he gave me a small nod and slid down quickly along the front. Dodging walkers as I too popped my head out and shot at a walker that would get too close to me if I slid down like he did on the opposite side.

Climbing over, I slid down and kicked a walker away from me. Landing on my feet, I fell a little but straightened up and ran to Daryl and Michonne. Using my machete on walkers as they got too close. Pushing past them as they tried to grab for me. Michonne and Daryl calling my name as they took out walkers that got too close.

Bob was screaming for Tyreese, reaching the others, I looked back and saw Bob shooting at walkers as he was making his way towards us. Tyreese still sat in the car and possibly waiting for something none of us knew about. Suddenly, Tyreese got out and started to attack the walkers surrounding him with his hammer. Anger evident as he wanted the walkers to be drawn to him.

When Bob made it to us, Daryl took my hand and pushed Michonne into the woods, Bob following closely behind us. "Come on," Daryl said as he dragged us into the woods, using his knife for any walkers that got too close to us. His hand firmly holding mine as he lead me further into the woods. "Hold up," Daryl said as he stopped, letting go of my hand and reloading his crossbow. Growling coming closer as we saw two walkers make their way towards us, placing an arrow into my bow and standing beside him. Aiming my bow while he was aiming his crossbow.

Just as we were about to shoot, I saw Tyreese come behind one and hit it with his hammer. Blood and brains splattered all over his shoulders, face and shirt. He looked like he had just been to hell and back. Shooting the walker with my arrow, Michonne pulled out the arrow and handed it to me. Tyreese exhausted as he landed onto his knees, Daryl ran to him and picked him up. "Come on," Daryl said to Tyreese as both he and Bob picked him up and ran with him further into the woods. Following Michonne closely and never looking back.


DPOV

We had been driving for a while now. I couldn't stop thinking about the things I had said. The promises I made to myself. I promised to help Kat show Michonne that searching for the Governor was a waste of time. I promised to never hurt Kat. I promised I would never do or say something to make her cry. It wasn't the first time but...I knew that this time it was really hurtful to her.

It's crunched her up. Made her feel weak and stupid. I can see it in her eyes. The way she won't look at me. The way she won't talk to me. I need to make it up to her somehow. I need to fix this. She doesn't want me. I know that. But...we're friends. She's dumb if she thinks she's not strong enough to survive out here. She's the strongest woman I know. Stronger than Carol. She's been through hell and back. She keeps picking herself up and she puts others before herself. Always. She's strong. She needs to know that.

I couldn't stop glancing at her through the rearview mirror. I knew she could tell as she would never look me back in the eyes. "Hey, I know you weren't running off," I began as I was speaking to Michonne. Driving silently and keeping my thoughts to myself like I always did. Like we all did. "The thing is, that trail went cold," I informed Michonne.

"You know that, right?" I asked her, hopeful that she would see sense and that she would agree that its a waste of time and a risk to their lives. "If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you two," I said as I looked to Michonne but then up at the rearview mirror. Kat glanced up, her blue eyes sad and gazing back into mine. Is this...gratitude? Or understanding?

She was the first to look away, moving her head to a side as I decided to move the knob of the radio and all we could hear was static crackling through the speakers. "Would you hand me one of them CDs right there?" I asked Michonne as she opened the glove box and flicked through CDs.

This was when we heard a faint voice come out through the speakers. My fingers wriggling the knob and stopping when I heard a voice speak. "...find sanctuary," it said. My eyes flickering up to the rearview mirror and both myself and Kat shared the same surprised and shocked expression.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked which made me pull myself out of my focus. I need to see what this voice is saying. They could be other survivors. Other people out there that can save us and stop us from being killed and turn into walkers.

"Shh," I told Bob as I kept searching.

"...determined to survive..." the voice crackled as we all looked to each other surprised. Keeping my driving slow and my eyes glancing from the road, to the speakers, to Michonne and Kat. "...keep alive," the voice said as I then saw a walker from the corner of my eye.

Slamming my foot on the break, I ran over the walker and stomped on the gas. The tires squealing as I raced down the road. Kat had realed forward, almost smashing into the glass if it weren't for Tyreese and Bob pulling her back to her seat. Is she wearing a seat belt?! Growling surrounded us as I came to a stop.

Panting, I saw what laid ahead of us and didn't like the look of what was in front of us. Walkers. Millions of them. Maybe thousands. "Grab something!" I shouted as I looked back at Kat. She was the one who needed to save herself before I could reverse and get us out of this mess. She was held by Tyreese and Bob who were gripping anything else they could. Holding her firmly to her seat and I reveresed.

The wheels screeching as I splattered the walkers that had surrounded us from behind. Leavng walkers that surrounded the sides to wander towards us. "Go to the left!" Michonne shouted at me as she pointed me to the direction I could go. Trying to get us out of here was no success. We were stuck.

"We're jammed up," I told them which made everyone get ready with their weapons for what was to come. "Make a run for the gaps right there," I said to Michonne, pointing to where I was speaking of. "You two, you make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me?" I said as I looked over to Bob and Tyreese.

"Kat. Follow my lead okay? You'll be fine," I called to her as her eyes were darting everywhere. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Kat! Look at me," I tried to get her to look at me and it wasn't working. Damn it. Look at me Kat! Placing my hand on her knee, she then looked into my eyes but they were filled with fear. "You'll be fine. We're going to climb the roof. I'll go for the front," I told her, giving her instructions. Sweat covering me as I was worried for our lives.

"You slide down the back," I told her. She was shaking in fear. Her eyes wide and her breathing uneven. My eyes looking directly into hers. Trust me. Please. "You'll be fine," I reassured her again. "I promise," I said to her. Her breathing seemed to calm and she took a gulp of air. I won't let anything happen to her. Ever. "You stay close to me and Michonne. Got it?" I asked her. She looked into my eyes, she was slowly relaxing under my touch and she gave me a single nod, causing me to mirror her.

"Now!" I shouted as I pushed the window above me open and popped my head and torso out. Using my crossbow to kill a walker that would get in my way, I climbed out and slid down the front. Killing off walkers as everyone did as they were told. Kat making her way towards us as me and Michonne met near the woods. Watching as Tyreese was still inside the car, Kat was killing walkers bravely and Bob was popping of rounds of his gun.

Bob was screaming for Ty. Kat had made her way towards us and stopped, turning her head quickly to the direction of sound. When Bob reached us, we saw Tyreese screaming for us to leave. Smashing walkers heads with his hammer repeatedly. Surround himself in walkers as I took Kat's hand and pushed Michonne to run into the woods. "Come on," I said as Bob followed after us.

"Hold up," I said, letting go of Kat as we ran into the woods. Using my knife and her machete to kill off surrounding walkers. Growling came behind the trees as two walkers appeared, my crossbow aimed up as Kat raised her bow beside me. Next thing we knew was Tyreese came up behind one, hitting it with his hammer and killing it with one blow. He fell on his knees exhausted, cover in walker brains and blood. Kat shot at the second one, Michonne pulling out the arrow and handing it her.

Bob ran beside me, picking Tyreese up and supporting him as the pair of women in front of us ran ahead. Leading us and protecting us as we went further into the woods. She's back. She's not afraid anymore. She's strong again. I should have never said to her what I told her. She's stronger and wiser than that. She'll survive. For her family...she'd die fighting for them. "Come on," I told Tyreese as we kept running.


RPOV

Carol walked past me, her eyes focused on the barrels as she held onto the bucket handles. Fresh and clean water filled them. Almost overflowing as she made her way towards the barrels of water. "That was a stupid thing you did. Going out there like that," I told her, making her turn to look at me a little surprised to see me there.

"Yes, it was," she agreed as she shook her head a little from side to side. Trying to look all innocent and kind. It couldn't have been Kat. It couldn't have been Sasha. It most certainly wasn't Tyreese. So it had to be her.

"You know, you do a lot for us, for the kids," I said as I walked down the stairs and stopped in front of her. Looking into her eyes as I saw her stare at me a little worried. "You sacrifice a lot," I pointed out. "Is there anything you wouldn't do for the people here?" I asked her with a brow raised in curiousity.

"No," Carol answered me bluntly. I believe her. She turned and walked towards the barrels to fill them with water. Making me think over everything that happened. Her honesty just then and how she's been reacting around Tyreese. About how she spoke to me this morning. How she was being reckless but caring towards the people who were now infected.

"Carol...?" I started unsure how to go about it. I couldn't look at her. Is it true? What if my beliefs are true? What if I'm right? "Did you kill Karen and David?" I asked her when she stopped and looked at me. Waiting for my question to slip out from my mouth.

Looking at her, she stood there holding the buckets. Her eyes on me as I kept my eyes glued on her. Focused on her expression. She was firm as she looked at me. She's going to tell me the truth. "Yes," she replied firmly. Oh my God. I shook my head a little. No. It can't be. When she turned around she gave me a sad look and walked off. It was her...what do I do now?


Hope you liked this chapter! Please, please, please, please, PLEASE! Can I have 10 reviews for this! I worked super hard and long on this! WE'RE 1 CHAPTER AWAY FROM THE GOVERNOR'S DESTUCTION! So please! May I have 10 reviews so I can get writing on the next chapter! That way the next time I post it will be the ultimate chapter. Where Rick will have to face the Governor and Kat will have to well...we'll see!


Now...questions!

1) Did you like this chapter? What was your favourite moment?

2) How would you feel if in a few chapters time I do some flashbacks in between the chapters?

3) What did you think of the argument between Kat and Daryl?

4) What would you think if the Governor killed Kat, as in replacing Hershel with Kat?


Now...replies to reviews!


EastDenise: A heads up, the kiss is miles away from this chapter! As for the whole 'skim' I understand but...take care, you might miss out some key developments or thoughts running through the characters minds!


kayley . docherty: Thank you. Hope you liked this chapter too!


superfaraway: Thank you very much sweetie! Why do you want a picture? Besides, I don't know exactly what she looks like...Rick features mixed with Lori's and long brown curls? Blue eyes. I don't know if there are any pictures that scream her. Sorry!


KoNeKoLuvsU: Glad you loved the awkwardly cute moments! As for the Governor...only reviews and time will tell. I know what I have planned and I hope people don't find it...too surprising.


redangel2463: I've been trying to make them as long as I can for you guys! I'm glad you don't think it's too soon. As for the swooning, I know and it's all hopefully going to make sense later. I'm glad you thought the argument made them feel more real. They are real it's just they are mostly okay with each other. Kat sees children as people too, that they need to learn how to survive because the world is no longer safe or innocent for them anymore. I hope it will be as fantastic as I have it planned out to be. It's going to be one hell of a ride for all the characters.


boo1403: Thank you very much sweetie! It's hard to add Kat into it sometimes but...I find some points that I go "Yeah...Kat would say that," and I'll put it in. {Shrugs} As for Karyl, they have had a very awkward start, one of attraction and slow development. At this point, they've been through so much together. It doesn't surprise me they've turned good friends after hunting, looking for the Governor, Merle and Andrea. Don't you agree?


likea . witch: Kat is bound to get some type of wound during the Governor's attack. It's just knowing what to expect. As for Karyl I'm glad you don't think it's too much too soon. Kat is going to be full of surprises in the chapters to come. I hope you stick around!


Karylshipper: Who knows? Maybe the Governor will kill Michonne seeing as she is his target after all. Kat killing the Governor, replacing Michonne in that sense would be awesome. We'll just have to see! Love the name by the way!


Guest: How awkward would it be for Daryl to claim Kat like that? I don't know if she'd be entirely thankful after everything that's happened between them. Is this fast enough dear? I hope you liked this chapter! Glad you love Karyl moments and you think that it was like Kat to agree to Carol teaching kids to use weapons safely and correctly.


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