(Surprise! I realized the other day I just... stopped posting to , I don't know how many times I can say I forgot my password. I'm just going to mass post the chapters I've forgotten, forgive me if there's weird errors, I format my writing to work with AO3 so I have to go through every chapter to get rid of the ememphasis/em marks. I can't look too closely or I'll be tempted to re-write again, with plans all the way up to season 3 I really don't want to spend another 10 years writing this god damn fanfiction! Yes 10 years!)

Amid the shouting and hectic escape Sharon managed to stop Travis from hemorrhaging, luckily the bullet went straight through his shoulder and missed his bone, but that also meant he has both an entry and exit wound that she needs to take care of.

Reaching for the bandages on her lap she stared at her dirt still under her uncovered fingernails, now that she had dealt with his still bleeding flesh without any gloves the wound needs to be properly cleaned. She'd had dealt with her risk of sepsis from her own gunshot and had gotten over a small fever, but now they don't have running water or antibiotics.

"Ben," Sharon said, looking away from her nails and pressing the cloth harder in Travis's shoulder. "Can you hand me the peroxide? It's in my bag."

Lilly blocked the sink that held Sharon's bag with her body. "No." Her hands gripped the counter behind her as the fake wooden floor beneath them swayed.

Carley scoffed. "What is she supposed to do? Let him bleed out?"

"You can stop the bleeding but we are not doing anything else until we figure out how this happened." Lilly shook her head. "We just lost everything."

"Well we're lucky as shit to have this RV!" Kenny exclaimed.

"Ducky, can you go sit in the back with Clementine?"

"And nobody died." Sharon reluctantly wrapped up Travis's injury.

"But mom-"

"Somebody in here caused this." Lilly growled.

"Please, sweety."

"Settle down back there; the bandits have had our number for weeks!" Kenny shouted back, his eyes darting from the road to his wife.

"Okay. . ."

"This is different. . ." Lilly looked to Lee, then back to the group. "Somebody was working with them. Whoever it was, was slipping them our meds. They didn't get their last package, so they attacked! Lee found a bag of supplies hidden outside the wall."

Duck didn't seem to see the blood on Sharon's hands or the open wound in Travis's shoulder, he didn't even notice the argument as he walked right past Lilly to the back of the RV and stared out the window.

Lee looked away from Duck and nodded. "It's true."

"So, Sharon."

Sharon felt her already shaky fingers slip on the bandages.

Lilly leaned forward. "Is there something you want to say?"

"Why the hell are you accusing her?" Kenny quickly asked.

Lilly ignored him and crossed her arms. "Well? Do we have to get it out of you?"

"Hey- back off." Travis scoffed, trying to cross his arms as well.

"You are in no position to made demands." Lilly glared at Travis, then at Ben who sunk further into his seat.

Carley crossed her arms. "And you can't just point fingers!"

"I didn't just come up with this, I've had my suspicions."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Probably not the best time, Lilly."

"If not now, when?" Lilly gestured wildly around the room. "Look at what just happened!"

"We're all okay now, though." Ben said.

"Why her?" Lee asked, momentarily stopping Lilly from continuing. "This seems like a stab in the dark, Lilly."

"She is always SO eager to run out to the city, so eager to leave! It just so happened that on the DAY that she was going to be trained to use a gun she conveniently finds a crossbow in the woods." Lilly counted each offense on her fingers. "She never talks about herself, hell, she could have been related to the bastards for all we know."

Sharon's eyes didn't leave her work. "My family isn't a bunch of looters! My dad was a little league coach and my mom was a florist."

Lilly leaned forward. "You're not saying it wasn't you."

Even though Lilly isn't looking at him, Ben shook more visibly when she neared. "Like, look, maybe we should, uh, vote or something like that."

"Vote?" Lilly stood up straight. "What?"

"It would be better than randomly accusing someone!" Travis shouted.

"We need to look at the facts!" Carley joined him. "Let's calm down, let's eat, and we will deal with it."

"Yeah." Ben nodded quick. "Let's do that."

"With what food?" Lilly's voice got louder with each word. "We lost EVERYTHING, do you not GET THAT?!"

"Lilly!" Lee shouted. "Calm down."

For only five seconds no one said anything as Lilly tried to calm herself.

"I'm sorry, um- can't we wait until. . ." Ben hesitated, eyeing the bandages that stained red as Sharon touched it. ". . .that is uh, dealt with?"

"I agree with Ben." Travis sighed.

"I'd really like to unwrap this and use the disinfectant." Sharon said, her hands still. "If he gets sepsis I don't know what we can do for him, can we talk about this after that?"

Lilly took in a breath, slowly looking between three on the couch. "Was it all three of you?"

"What?" They all said in unison.

Lilly let go of the sink and placed her hand on the wall closest to Travis. "I've seen you leave her room at night, I've seen Sharon leave theirs-"

"We're friends." Sharon rolled her eyes. "And I sleep-walked once."

"I've seen you three together, right now you're in the middle of them!"

Sharon patted down the last strip of gauze. "Do you think I'm this close to them because I want to?"

Travis directed his eyes to Sharon, lightly pulling himself away. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"That's not what I-"

Travis, with his free hand, batted Sharon's hands off of him and readjusted his shirt. He scooted to the right, although he couldn't get any closer to the wall.

"Lilly, stop waving a finger at everybody." Lee said. "We know something's going on and we can get to the bottom of it if we keep our heads."

"I know what we found and unless you have your suspicions, then I say IT'S HER!"

Travis reeled back. "Can you not shout in my fucking ears?"

"Hey, hey-" Lee placed himself between the two, forcing Lilly to grab back on to the counter behind her. "This is getting out of hand!"

"We don't need to argue." Sharon said, directing it to Travis yet hoping Lilly would agree. "We can talk about this without shouting."

"Look, just let me out." Ben held himself tighter. "I didn't do it, but I don't like this; I don't like where this is headed."

Lilly outstretched her arm still on the wall, face to face with Ben. "You look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't have anything to do with it."

"Lilly, lay off of him." Carley tried.

"I-"

SLAM!

Everyone gripped whatever was attached to the RV to stop themselves from losing balance or toppling over as their world rumbled and shook.

Lilly placed herself in the hallway between the rest of the group and the front seats. "What's going on out there?"

"I hit something." Kenny groaned, instinctively switching on his hazard lights. "We gotta stop!"

"Alright." Lilly turned to face the group, her scowl returning when Sharon entered her view. "Well, we can deal with this now, then."

As Kenny slowed the vehicle stop Lilly stood at the doorway, hand on the handle and waiting. "Everybody out." She ordered, already out of the door before Lee could stop her. "OUT."

Carley was the first out, pacing close to the forest and sighing loudly as everyone filed out behind her. On her right stood Travis and Ben with Lilly already looking under the RV, on her left Sharon leaned against the vehicle and Lee stood by her side, both of their arms crossed.

Lilly waited until Kenny had stepped out of the vehicle to start speaking. "Kenny, the RV has some surface damage, but there's a walker trapped underneath."

"God dammit." Kenny swore, kneeling down to look at the problem. "Everyone, keep your eyes peeled."

Lilly stood in the center of the arc that the five had created around the doorway and turned her attention to Sharon. "You know what, we shouldn't just kick you out. We should hear what everybody thinks."

"I think you should chill out." Ben shook.

"You know what I think?" Travis said, even though Lilly didn't look his direction. "I think you're fucking crazy."

"Travis- L-Lilly, this isn't necessary." Sharon unknowingly wiped blood in her dirty-blonde hair as she ran a hand through it. "Jesus, haven't we been through enough already?"

"This IS NECESSARY!" Lilly spun to see everyone's reactions, pausing at Lee. "Are you all not listening to what I'm saying?"

"Lilly, we get it." Lee said, facing his palms towards her. "We won't-"

"Are you sure you get it?" Lilly gestured around her. "No one else is doing anyth-"

"God, this dumb fuck walker!"

As everyone turned to face the front of the vehicle Sharon pushed herself away from it, standing by Carley with the forest at her back and Lilly at more than an arms distance away.

"Are you okay over there?" Lee asked.

"Yeah yeah. . ." Kenny mumbled back.

Lilly turned away from Kenny, quickly eyeing Sharon in her new spot between Carley and Ben. "You all have no other option. You can tell me it's Sharon and everything will be right as rain."

"Leave her alone." Carley demanded.

"There is no way it was her." Lee stepped up. "It was somebody else. It could've even been someone sneaking into our camp."

"That's ridiculous. That's what you think?" Lilly scoffed, frowning when Lee nodded. "Okay, fine then. . . Kenny?"

"I don't know! Fuck!" Kenny yelled back. "Just, stop, would ya?!"

"Well, your vote counts for you and Katjaa!" Lilly called.

Lee opened his mouth to mention the woman who stole Clementine's hat that he met in the woods.

"We don't need all these VOTES!" Ben screamed. "What do we have to do for you to STOP this? I'll do ANYTHING!"

"Ben." Travis attempted to elbow him, though with his injury he instead grunted. "Calm down."

"I'll-I'll do watches for a month."

"Ha." Lilly rolled her eyes. "The hell you would."

"I-I'll get more food." He tried. "More medicine, just-"

"DO YOU THINK ANY OF THAT IS GOOD NOW?" Lilly screamed, watching as Ben visibly recoiled and shook. "God, you're pathetic."

Travis felt blinded, pushing Ben behind him and taking a step towards the woman. "Fuck you, Lilly! You can't IMAGINE the shit we've been through! You-"

"Guys! Arguing like this is just going to make things worse, we need to calm down." Sharon tried, raising her still bloody hands. "Let's just go back inside and cool off."

"Do we need any more evidence than this?!" Lilly gestured to her.

"Fuck EVIDENCE!" Carley shouted, stepping in front of Sharon. "Stop treating them like this!"

"Shut up, Carley! I've heard enough out of you!" Lilly eyed the front of the RV. "Kenny! What's it going to be?"

Kenny sighed loudly. "Just give me a damn minute!"

"Ben, Travis. You two have until that walker is dealt with to tell me it was HER and not you!"

At that Sharon eyed Ben, when he noticed she nodded. In response He shook his head roughly and closed his eyes.

Carley, not seeing the exchange, continued. "Stop this! You're torturing them!"

"This is about trust, and I've never trusted her!" Lilly pointed. "She shown up out of the blue outside the inn! She never talks about her past! She's ALWAYS trying to leave but SOMETHING is keeping her back!" Lilly dropped her arm and looked around the group. "The deal with the BANDITS!"

"Please, let's just get back in the RV." Ben pleaded.

"That's not happening."

Sharon sighed. "Say it. Just do it."

"Say what?!" Travis exclaimed.

"She'll kick us out of the group!" Ben shut his eyes again.

"We won't." Lee tried. "We'll understand."

"Just tell her it was me." Sharon demanded, roughly crossing her arms.

"Tell me." Lilly demanded. "NOW."

Lee tried to get in between the crazed woman and the teens. "Lilly this is getting out of hand-"

Lilly ignored both of them, shoving herself away from Lee. "DO IT."

Sharon felt her world go red. "Lilly just STOP!" She felt her face flare up. "If you hate me so much why didn't you just shoot me in your room when you had the chance?"

Lilly took a step away from Lee, her back only a few inches from the RV.

"I'm sorry about your dad but that does NOT give you an excuse to treat people like garbage! My girlfriend left me for dead then right after that I had to KILL a baby boy after he got bit, I took care of him like he was my own son."

Sharon took a deep breath.

"My parents neglected me until I was six, I had a younger brother and sister, and I'm five-six. There, I talked about my past, so give me a god damn break!"

Squish!

Everyone aside from Lilly turned, watching as Kenny did one more final stomp to the walker's head. "There! I got 'im! Now, what the fuck's-"

"LOOK OUT!"

"SHARON!"

BANG!

Sharon tumbled backwards, the wet grass did nothing to soften the ground beneath her as her back hit the dirt.

"Oh my god. . ."

She opened her eyes to see the night sky, her ears still ringing from the shot that happened right next to her ear, above her Carley stood with her gun still aimed at the RV.

"Lilly?"

"Holy fuck."

Katjaa shouted from inside the RV. "KENNY, what's happening?"

"Jesus CHRIST! Keep Duck away from the- " Kenny turned to the RV, promptly slamming the doors in both Duck's and Clem's face. "What the FUCK happened?"

Eyes looked to Carley while her's are wide and glued down the iron sights. Kenny's hand brushed over his own gun, though he dropped it when Lee approached the woman and slowly pulled the weapon from her grip.

"Are you okay?" Lee said, lowering the gun.

Carley let out the breath she was holding, breathing harder until Lee pulled her into an embrace.

"She just. . . Lilly was going to shoot her." Ben mumbled. "She was going to kill her."

"Shit." Kenny sighed, picking up Lilly's pistol from the ground and looking past Lee and Carley's feet, eyes wide at the young woman still laying on the ground. "Sharon- crap, you alright over there?"

"I. . ." Her gaze stayed glued to the stars, although it was a cloudy night she could see every one. "I almost left her again."

Kenny walked over and inspected her body in the moonlight, no blood aside from Travis's, just wide unblinking eyes. "C'mon girl, we gotta' get inside."

Sharon grasped onto Kenny's hand, allowing him to help her off the ground and to the door. When he opened it Duck and Clementine quickly back away quietly.

"Come on everybody." Kenny called, leading Sharon up the stairs. "We don't wanna stick around to see who heard that noise."

Sharon pulled away from him and held onto the counter, hanging her head as she leant over her bag.

Travis and Ben were the next inside, both silent as they continued to the back and taking a seat on both sides of the booth. Lee followed after them and opted to stand and wait by the door as Carley stepped up, quickly shutting the door behind her as the RV jerked foreword. She opened her mouth though before she could say anything Katjaa spoke up.

"Lee, a word please?"

Carley closed her mouth and nodded, she brushed past Lee to sit silently with both Clementine and Duck on the couch.

Lee approached the cab as quiet as both Katjaa and Kenny are.

After a few long moments of hushed whispering Lee turned and faced the rest of the group, eyes landing on each person. "Duck, your parents. . . uh. . ." He squinted when the boy didn't react to him. "Duck?"

Duck didn't seem to notice, picking at a hole in his pants and only making it worse as he slowly pulled the fibers apart.

"DUCK."

The boy whipped his head up.

"Your mom and dad want to talk with you."

Duck got up, quickly squeezing himself past Lee and sitting in between his parents on the ground. Lee shrugged and continued through the vehicle, once he neared Sharon he cleared his throat.

"Sharon, I need to talk with you and the boys-"

Sharon quickly pulled a napkin out of her pocket- where a clean cloth napkin came from is beyond him- and pressed it to her face. The cloth muffled any sounds she didn't want anyone else to hear, all aside from Lee.

"Are you okay?"

Pulling the napkin away from her face she balled it up and stuffed it back in her pocket, her voice strained as she tried to speak. "No, Lee, I'm not."

Lee shut his mouth, slowly following behind Sharon as she made her way to the back, Ben scooted over for her and sat in the middle, the three looked up to older man and waited.

Travis noticed Lee's hesitation and sighed. "What's wrong now?"

"Katjaa is. . ."

Sharon wanted to scream, she wanted to shout and cry and tell Lee to leave, she wanted to curse and rip her hair out. The blood in her veins turned to ice and boiled in her chest.

"Katjaa got bit, back at the motor inn."

"What?!" Travis covered his mouth. "When- oh fuck. . ."

Sharon could feel something wrong. Fingertips went numb and skin didn't feel like her own as she balled it into fists, like someone was moving her hands for her. Slowly the world around her turned hazy and a static texture appeared.

". . . What are we going to do?" Ben asked, doing a double take when he saw the blank look in the young woman's eyes next to him.

Lee leaned on the counter next to him. "Kat is going to keep an eye on the bite but we are keeping the same plan, we're heading East."

Sharon didn't even know when Lee had left or how long Travis had been asking her if she's okay. At some point Ben had started muttering to himself.

"Guys, it's going to be okay-"

"No, it's not." Ben propped his head in his hands.

Sharon tried to copy his movements, leaning forward and bringing her palms to her face, though her head continued down her arms and hit the table with hands hanging limp. "Oh my god."

"Sharon I. . ." Ben shook his head. "Oh god, Sharon this is all my fault."

"Your fault?" Both Sharon and Travis said in unison, though in different volumes.

"No, this is my fault." Sharon's breath misted the table. "I could have done more, I could have told everyone, I could have told everyone-"

"Told everyone? About what?"

"We killed Lilly." Ben barely suppressed a sob. "We killed Katjaa."

Sharon's fingernails found her scalp. "Oh god, what have I done?" As Sharon muttered to herself she yanked on her hair. "What have I done, what have I done-"

"Woah, woah." Travis reached out across the table with his good arm and stopped Sharon from hurting herself, inadvertently tangling his own fingers in her already tangled hair. "This isn't- what- just stop-"

"God I'm such an idiot, why didn't I just say something sooner?" Ben crossed his arms and buried his face in his sleeves. "I can't believe-"

"Ben, Sharon." Travis looked to him, his face scrunched then softened at hearing both of the two openly crying in front of him.

The growing puddle of tears started to get Travis's sleeve wet. With a curse under his breath he reached out with his bad arm, momentarily retracting as pain shot through his shoulder. He tried again and pushed through, grabbing on to Ben's hand.

"Guys, it's going to be alright." Travis said, though he couldn't tell if either of his friends heard him. "We'll be fine, we've survived this long we can keep going. . ."

None of them replied, neither of them even squeezed his hand. He had so many questions yet nothing would give answers while they are like this.

"I'm- I. . . I don't know what to say."

His words went in one ear and out the other, Sharon couldn't think of anything aside from the fact that Lilly's blood is splattered all over the side of the RV right behind her, and it's all her fault. Katjaa is bitten and it's all her fault. Duck and Clementine no longer have place to sleep, Travis is hurt, and they are getting closer to Lisa.

And it's All. Her. Fault.

When Sharon's eyes dried up her sleeves were still damp, the hand that was in hers had slipped off and now rested on her jacket sleeves. Both boys are silent along with the rest of the group that occupied the RV, aside from light snoring.

Sharon rubbed the dent in her forehead, then rolled up her damp sleeves. She tried to ignore the puddle of liquid on the table.

Looking around; Carley surprisingly sat far from Lee at the whole other end of the couch with Clementine in between them. Further ahead Duck laid down on the floor between his mother's and father's seats, from here Sharon could see Kenny is still awake and driving though Katjaa is out of sight.

Carefully Sharon stretched her back and didn't stop until her spine stopped cracking. Scooting off the seat she encouraging Travis to lay down instead of slouching over the table, he moaned and allowed her to help him down.

He didn't seem to be losing more blood, the bandages had bled through but not enough to raise concern. His skin is still warm and pink so Sharon let him be and walked away.

Her second stop is the sink, digging through her bag and taking a quick note of the supplies she still has left. Enough food to last a week only if everyone eats one meal a day, not enough water to use all of the noodles and packet food, not enough water to keep everyone hydrated. It's the same situation back at the inn, except they can't collect rainwater here and nobody knows that she has all of these supplies.

Just after the attacks the group agreed to split the food: one stache in Lilly's room and one stache in the RV, which means they should have enough rations to last a little after they reach Savannah along with Sharon's supply. Knowing this she dropped her shoulders, though now she will need an excuse to having a third stache that no one aside from Ben knows about.

Sighing, Sharon pushed aside her unicorn pajamas and unzipped a little pouch behind it. The little jar of baby food remained sealed and clean, just looking at it reminded her of Brandon and Lisa.

Lisa used to hold out two jars, one of a random flavor and another of peas and carrots. When Brandon would pick the peas and carrots Lisa would put down the other flavor and replace it with another, switching it around and letting him pick again. He'd always pick the peas and carrots.

Sharon suddenly reached for the edges of the counter, balancing herself as the RV shook, it wasn't as forceful as the walker they hit from earlier, this was just a bump in the road. Nearing the front Sharon braced herself in the hallway, narrowly avoiding Duck's sleeping body at her feet.

Katjaa looked normal despite what has happened, a little pale and still bloody from the attack making Sharon feel guilty that she never offered to clean her up. She faced her window so Sharon couldn't get a good look at her face. Opposite her, Kenny had dirt lining his arms and shirt, he squinted as if the dark streets are too bright to see.

Getting closer she thought maybe he doesn't notice her, then he eyed her in the rear view mirror. "What're you doin' up? Go back to sleep." He muttered, returning his eyes to the road.

"Kenny I had watch last night, you've been awake longer than me." Sharon whispered. "You want me to drive?"

"No. . ." He shook his head. "I got it. . ."

"Are you sure? I can drive, I can handle an RV."

Kenny hesitated for a minute before lifting his foot off the pedal and pulling over to the side of the road, switching on the hazard lights robotically. He turned and got out of the seat, carefully letting Sharon squeeze by as he sat down on the ground next to Duck. The boy didn't stir as his father sat down beside him.

"Avoid all cities, turn around if you start seeing three story buildings. Head North if you can't go East." Kenny whispered. "Keep an eye on that gas tank, let me know if it gets close to empty and we'll find somewhere to fill up."

"I understand."

"Don't be afraid to wake me up if you see something suspicious, anything. We're screwed if we run in to any spike traps." His words devolved into yawns. "And uh. . . be slow around corners, don't go over fifty. . . the front end looks longer than it is."

Sharon nodded, buckling her seatbelt and adjusting the seat under Kenny's watch. She shifted gears and checked the mirrors, eyes lingering over Katjaa.

Kenny cleared his throat. "You still know the way to Savannah?"

"Of course."

She waited until Kenny laid down to take her foot off the breaks, slowly pulling away from the side of the road. She turned the hazard lights off and checked the mirrors, silently wishing that she'd lifted the back shades before she sat down.

It took a moment for her to divert all attention to driving, her mind focusing Katjaa sitting in the passenger seat, her seat belt strapping her into place. It's hard to see her in the darkness yet easy to see her pale white skin contrasting with the darker interior. Aside from the bloody head wound she looked fine, just sick, like she could pull through this.

Sharon quickly lifted her foot off the gas, narrowly avoiding the walker in the road without stirring the sleeping passengers. The speedometer read fifty as she slowed down, meaning she was over the speed that Kenny had told her to stay under.

Swerving again, Sharon avoided the vast amount of abandoned cars and stray walkers on the road, maintaining a low speed while still going fast enough to make good distance. She slowed even more, eyes straining to read the passing street sign, Sharon looked around at the dashboard and radio, eyes squinting at the old displays.

As there seems to be no clock in sight, Sharon could only assume that either: Kenny has had trouble finding clear roads to drive on and they hadn't made much distance, or she had been asleep or 'zoned out' for about two hours.

Normally the drive to Savannah would take around three hours, depending on the traffic. In her notebook is a page wholly dedicated to how much time it would have taken to walk there, a week if she's lucky, a week and a half if she has to scavenge for food, two weeks if she is slower than she thought, three weeks if she is just really bad at math. The page dedicated to travelling by RV had been scrapped, already thrown in the camp fire the night before.

Off hand she guessed five hours from here, avoiding highways and big cities wont be too bad as long as there's nothing blocking the way, speed limits are no longer enforced aside from Kenny so she doesn't have to go twenty-five in a school zone. Five hours sounds right.

Five hours to Savannah. Five hours to a boat. Five hours to get the kids to safety.

Five hours to get to Lisa.