Hi Everybody! I just had to write something today. My heart is so broken right now over the loss of the ultimate legend Prince. He was my absolute favorite performer and the world has lost an incredible talent today. RIP Prince...

So this chapter is a little filler, but I hope you still love it anyway.

"So can you tell us about what happened while you were out there Bethy?" Hershel asked as they ate. Daryl raised his eyes toward Beth and then looked back down at his food. It had been so long since he had seen real food, let alone some of the best fried chicken that he had ever had. That Patricia woman knew how to cook up a bird.

"Well I got out of Atlanta right after I talked to you. Bessie made it to the outskirts" Daryl couldn't help but snort at the name of her truck again and saw her flash him a glare but with a small smile as she continued "before she died on me. I got really lucky that Glenn and T-Dogg showed up when they did, because I didn't really know anything about the walkers or how to kill them." Daryl saw Hershel shoot Maggie a look but didn't really think anything of it as Beth kept talking "I had been cornered and would have died if they had not found me and saved me." She said as she took a breath. The memory of how close she came then to losing her life running thru her head. "They both took me back to their camp and that is where I met Daryl and the rest of the group." She said with a soft smile as she looked over at Daryl, his lip twitching slightly back at her. He still couldn't figure out what it was about this girl that made him actually want to smile. He was a Dixon, they don't smile, or even want to smile. All of her sunshine and light was messing with the darkness in his head. He watched her as she continued onto the story, her eyes expressing all of the emotions they had been thru. He noticed that she left out the part about Merle and his being left on a roof and was thankful for it. Her Daddy might have felt ok letting him stay now but if he found out that he had an even worse, redneck, racist asshole for a brother, he might take his invitation back.

"You were at the CDC?" Hershel interrupted when Beth got to that part of their story. Daryl and Beth both nodded as the former took a huge bite of the mashed potatoes on his plate. He started wondering if maybe Patricia had taught Beth to cook like her.

"Yeah, there was only one scientist left, all of the other ones had either died or fled. He had stayed to try to finish figuring out what all this was. While we were there he showed us what happens when you are infected." She continued, a tear streaming down her face. He fought the urge to reach over and wipe it from her cheek.

"Did they have a cure? Did they figure out how to bring the people back that have turned?" Hershel asked, the hope in his eyes apparent. Daryl couldn't help but shake his head, had this man not seen anything being on this farm.

"There is no bringin' 'em back after they turned. They are dead. If you get bit or scratched by them, you die. The fever or blood loss kills ya. That doctor showed us on the big screen. All of those little brain waves, they stopped workin" Daryl said with a low growl.

"He just didn't know what was going on. There has to be more people out there working" Hershel continued. Daryl wasn't sure if he was just acting like he didn't hear what he said or just choosing to ignore it.

"He knew. He said the last people in contact were the French but by then there was no power left to communicate. His wife had volunteered to be a test subject after she had been bit. They showed her progress on the screen Daddy. We watched her brain waves as she did. What once was lit up by her brain functions slowly went black as she died. When she re-animated as a walker, her brain stem started up again, but nothing else. There was no brain waves, everything else was still black. The brain stem just works enough to get them moving again, but once they succumb to the bite, they are dead" Beth finished as the tears started falling down her face more. By then Daryl couldn't take it anymore and reached over, grabbing her hand. She smiled at him thru her tears and looked back at her Daddy and Maggie. "They have no memory of who they are. You know I know what I was looking at Daddy, I know what I saw. They are not alive like we are" Daryl squeezed her hand and then watched as sadness washed over Maggie's face. She instantly reached out for Beth and Hershel's hands.

"Why did you end up leaving the CDC?" Hershel asked, apparently not wanting to know anything more about the walkers.

"Dr Jenner, that's the doctor that was still there. He trapped us in. The entire place was going to blow after all of the air ran out, a precaution due to all of the hazardous materials that they had there. He thought that we would be better off dying like that. Finally Rick convinced him to let us out and Daryl had to carry me out of there" she said a little sheepishly as she looked back over at Daryl.

"Why was that Bethy?" Maggie asked, her eyes filled with worry.

"I was in shock I guess. I couldn't move. Daryl got me out. He saved my life again" she said, flashing him another smile which caused a funny feeling in his stomach. 'Come on now….Dixon's don't get butterflies from girls smiles' he thought to himself as he squeezed her hand again. Yeah he was in trouble and it was all her fault.