CPOV

Okay, so I was breaking the rules. Dad had told me to keep an eye on everyone, to walk the halls and make sure nothing happened. I wasn't really happy about that, but I did what I was told. That was until Aly had walked out of her office, sneaking around to get outside. Apparently Houdini needed to go to the bathroom, so she was going to take him.

Aly, unlike most of the other kids, didn't actually annoy me. She knew how to talk to people, even if the conversation was all over the place, and I mean if Daryl liked her than she mustn't be bad, right?

So I was now walking the halls... with Aly and Houdini.

I knew I should have kept my distance, she had been around the outbreak and could possibly make me sick. But I felt bad leaving her alone in the office and I knew it was probably worrying Vickie too. So I didn't see the harm...

"Carl." she tapped my shoulder.

I turned to look at her seeing her pointing off down the hall. Following her finger, my eyes landed on Hershel, who seemed to be trying to get out as well. Why was everyone trying to escape?

"Where are you going?"

He froze, caught in the act, as he turned to look at us. "I'm down here away from y'all, 'cause you kids are supposed to stay away from me." he gave a pointed look.

Hand resting by my gun in it's holster absentmindedly, I moved towards him, Aly and Houdini close behind. "We've been walking the hall. My dad told me to look out for everyone."

Lifting his hand he gestured for me to stop. "Well, you should keep your distance. And Aly should get back to her room." he looked to the little girl.

"Me and Dini are helping, Carl..." she argued.

"Aly, what would Vickie and Daryl say if they found out you weren't in your room?"

She puffed, looking to the ground with sad eyes. "They'd be mad I didn't listen."

"Exactly. Now go on, before someone else comes along."

She nodded, still looking to the ground as she walked back towards the office she was supposed to be in. I watched her until she was out of sight, sure she was doing as she was told. Then, looking back to Hershel, I started questioning him.

"You're walking towards the exit." I noted, suspicious as to why he was leaving.

"I need to go out there." he answered simply.

Tilting my head in confusing I went on. "To the cell blocks?"

"To the woods."

I nodded, getting it a bit more now. "So you're sneaking out?" I was both amused and unamused. I mean, it was funny that he was sneaking out sure. But you'd think Hershel would be the last person you'd find, roaming the halls, trying to escape without getting caught.

"Don't need anyone worrying about me and I damn sure don't want someone telling me I can't go." he gave me a look, testing me, as if to dare me.

"I can't just let you go out into the woods by yourself." I noted.

"Let me?"

"I can't stop you. But I have to tell me dad."

"Well, go ahead." he shrugged, turning for the door. "I'll be out there by the time you find him."

Sighing, I walked forward. "Hershel." he stopped, turning back to look at me again. "If you have to go, then I have to come with you."

"Carl-"

I interrupted before he could go on to try and stop me. "I have to."

With one last look, knowing that the both of us were going and neither one could change that, we left the building, heading for the woods.

VPOV

I leaned against the wall as Michonne and Daryl continued to get ready. I wasn't feeling right. Leaving Aly in the office, not being able to be with her. Daryl heading off without me. It was leaving a sick feeling in my stomach. Like everything was churning. The heat wasn't helping as sweat began to form on my already aching and dizzy head.

"Everything look all right?" Bob asked as he came to join the rest of us.

"Yeah. Zach keeps this thing running pretty good." Daryl nodded as he came to stand by Bob, looking at Zach's car.

Bob looked at the car "This is Zach's car?"

"Yep." I answered before Daryl got the chance. "Fastest one we have. You'll get back quicker that way, theoretically."

Bob just nodded, still looking at the car. "You really want me coming along?"

Daryl started patting his pockets, looking for something. Sighing I moved forward, pulling the slip of paper out of his back pocket and handing it to him. He nodded his thanks before turning back to Bob.

"What's that word?" he pointed to the paper.

"Zanamivir." Bob answered effortlessly.

"Yup, we need you." Daryl nodded walking off, shoving the paper back into his pocket.

I frowned at Bob, seeing his concerned face. "Everything's going to be fine here. Just get the meds and come back in one piece. It'll be easy." I tried to lighten the mood.

"Easier said than done." he mumbled before walking off.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I leaned against the car. The stress of everything was getting to me, and I hated it. I was supposed to be strong, yet everything was just pushing me down.

Ty walked past me having just spoken to Daryl. I guessed he had changed his mind and was now going with them. That was good, I guess. At least he was thinking clearly enough to realize this was an important job.

"You a'right?" Daryl's hand rested on the small of my back as he leaned forward to look me in the eyes where I still leaned against the car.

I nodded slowly. "Stress and everything. I'll be fine." I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek softly, his stubble tickling my lips. "You just worry about getting back, okay?"

He seemed unconvinced, but simply nodded his head before kissing my lips quickly. Stepping back, he turned to the others, getting back to work.

I could see they were going to be busy for a little while longer, so I simply opened the car door and slipped inside, closing my eyes as I waited for them to finish so I could say my goodbyes.

RPOV

I crouched down on the ground by the spot where Karen and David had been set a light. The scorched marks on the ground more distinct against the worn and faded grey of the old cement ground.

I lifted a piece of metal off the ground which I presumed was from Karen's bra. Dropping it to the ground I looked around the small area trying to see if there was anything that would help me figure out who killed two of our own.

Standing I followed the blood stains on the ground from where the bodies were dragged. Heading towards the door, I looked at the ground carefully for anything that might help me figure this all out.

Coming to a stop before heading back inside, I looked away from the marks, my eyes landing on the door in front of me. I had looked away to gather my thoughts, to think everything over just incase there was something I was missing. Yet, coinsidently, as my eyes landed on the door in front of me, I found what I had been looking for.

Crouching down once again, I set my eyes on the one mark that one had my full attention. Lifting my hand towards the bloody handprint on the door. It was smaller than mine, a woman's hand. Pulling back I sighed, having a pretty good idea at who might have killed David and Karen...

VPOV

"Vic." I felt someone shaking me gently, waking me from the light sleep I had fallen into.

Opening my eyes, I came face to face with Daryl as he knelt on the ground by the car next to where I sat on the driver's seat. Stretching slightly, I moved to sit up, smiling down at him.

"We're headin' off now." he didn't smile back, obviously conflicted with the fact he had to leave me while he went to go get meds to help everyone that was sick.

I nodded, leaning forward to kiss him softly. "Everything will be fine. I promise."

He stood, offering me his hand to help me get out of the car. Grunting he shook his head. "What did I say about making promises you can't keep?"

Rolling my eyes, I stepped to the side so he could get in the car as the others finished getting ready, piling in. "Shut up. Be safe. Come back. And I love you."

"I love you too." I kissed my cheek before getting in the car.

"I'll take care of him." Michonne said from the other side of the car as she got ready to get in the passenger side.

I nodded. "Thanks." stepping back I watched as they all got in, Daryl turning the car on. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." I offered a friendly smile. Ty, who had been staring off absentmindedly, turned to me. But before he could say anything I just nodded. "I'll keep an eye on Sasha."

With that, Daryl nodded, driving off.

DPOV

We were driving along the road in silence. Ty and Bob in the back. Michonne sat next to me, watching the road as I drove along. We kept an eye out for people, supplies or walkers that might get in our way.

My mind wandered to Vic, how she had looked sick with stress, how I had left her there. I knew she had wanted to stay for Aly, but there was always that voice at the back of my mind that told me Vic should always stay by my side, that I should always be with her.

Over the last few months, since Woodbury and Aly, we'd come to terms with a lot of things. I knew it had been unfair when RIck and I tried to tell Vic what to do. She was old enough and very capable to take care of herself.

But no matter what I did or what happened, no matter how much I knew she could do things on her own, I hated the thought of her in possible danger. Though, mind you it had always been like that.

From the moment I had helped back at the camp outside of Atlanta, I just had that nagging feeling that it was my duty to keep her safe. That only got worse as time went by and I grew to love her. Now, there was nothing I wanted more than to protect her.

It's one of the reasons why I had been on Michonne's side when she told us she'd look for the Governor, to finish it once and for all. After everything that had happened, what he'd done to Vic, I wanted him gone for good. Yet as more and more time went by, and nothing happened, I came to terms with the fact that we'd probably never see him again, never get the chance to end him.

Turning to Michonne now, I wanted her to know I was glad she was back and that I didn't want her to go. She was family, a friend, and having her gone for so long affected everything and everyone.

"Hey, I know you weren't running off." I started. "The thing it, that trail went cold. You know that, right?" when she didn't answer, I went on. "If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you. Vic too."

She finally looked to me, telling me she knew. But with the responsibilities and everything at the prison, we couldn't spare too many people. Which is why Vic and I had stayed- that and because of Aly.

Looking to the radio, I turned it on, tuning it in hopes of finding something. Though no surprise, there was just static.

"Would you hand me one of them CDs right there?" I asked Michonne as she opened the glove department.

"Find Sanctuary..."

We all stopped as a voice on the radio caught our attention.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked, seeming as shocked and surprised as me.

"Shh." I gestured, trying to here.

"...determined to survive... keep alive."

I looked to Michonne as she looked to me, eyes wide. Was there really others out there? Was someone trying to reach survivors through the radio?

I looked to the road, gasping at the sight of a walker right in front of us, swerving, I still hit it. The tires screeched as I tried to avoid a few more walkers that were on the road, hitting a couple of them. That's when I slammed on the brakes, as we all saw what was ahead of us...

There was no way we were getting through. The road was completely blocked for miles, hundreds of walkers gathered. Speaking of which, as we sat in the car, staring at the undead that littered the road, they began to crowd the car, scratching and hitting at it to get in.

"Grab something!" I yelled as I pulled the car into reverse and slammed my foot on to the accelerator.

Thud, thud, thud. I ran over more walkers that had been behind us, the car bumping up and down at I rolled over them. But there were too many, and the pile under the car now had us stuck...

"Go to the left!" Michonne suggested, seeing a clearing that wouldn't last long.

But as I tried to drive forward, we didn't move, the walkers underneath us stopping the car from going both forwards and backwards.

"We're jammed up. Have to make a run for the gaps right there." I told them, gesturing to a small path through the walkers that lead towards the woods. "You two make a run for the woods, and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me?" I told Bob and Michonne.

Without waiting for an answer, I pushed the sunroof open. "Now!" I yelled, standing up to crawl out of the roof as Bob and Michonne got out.

I shot a walker before getting out. Sliding down the front of the car I stab one of the walkers in the head before rolling off and running for the clearing.

A few other walkers were in my way, so I dealt with them as fast as I could, knowing that the longer I took the more walkers would surround us.

"Ty!" I heard Bob yell, though I was too preoccupied to look at whatever was going on. "Ty!"

After a moment, as I continued on, I heard Ty yelling though it wasn't clear over the growls and snarls of the walkers. Finally, I got to the tree line, where Michonne stood, sword at the ready. I killed one last walker and as it fell Bob came to view just a few steps away.

"Go! Go!" Tyresse yelled over the walkers.

"Come on." I grabbed Bob's arm, leading us into the woods and leaving Ty behind.

We came to a clearing, the three of us panting as we continued to run, walkers on our trail.

Looking behind us, I noticed nothing was following at the moment, so I stopped. "Hold up." I got my crossbow ready, waiting for something to come out of the bushes.

The branches startled rustling, whatever was inside getting closer. Moving closer, the three of us were ready for whatever it was...

The snarl of a walker alerted us as it stumbled out of the bushes, moving towards us. Another right behind it. I was just about to shoot one of them when the second one fell to the ground, revealing Ty, a bloodied shirt...

He fell to his knees, obviously tired. He had fought his way through that crowd, pushing his way through to survive.

The other walkers, now realizing Ty was behind it, turned for him, snarling. But before it could get to him, the three of us moved forward, Michonne killing the walkers as I helped Ty up.

"Come on." I grabbed his arm, helping him to his feet as more walkers came out of the bushes.

Without waiting, the four of us ran, or well tried to. We didn't have the strength or the energy to kill all the walkers. The only option we had was to be faster than them.

RPOV

I watched as Carol carried the buckets of water towards the cell blocks. After having helped save her, I felt agitated. She shouldn't have gone out to clear the hose by herself. If she had been caught, we would have been another person short.

"That was a stupid thing you did." she stopped, looking over at me as I continued. "Going out there like that."

"Yes, it was." she answered simply.

I moved down the few steps, heading towards her. "You know, you do a lot for us, for the kids. You sacrifice a lot." I looked at her, seeing the confused and slightly worried look on her face. "Is there anything you wouldn't do for the people here?"

She shook her head slightly, answering confidently. "No." turning away she continued to deliver the water.

Nodding my head, I knew I had to finish this. To hear the words. "Carol?" she stopped again to look at me. Mustering up the confidence to ask her what needed to be asked, I sighed. "Did you kill Karen and David?" I finally looked at her.

Carol wasn't just someone at the camp. She was one of the few that had been part of our group from the beginning. Since Atlanta, the CDC, the farm, the long eight months on the streets unprotected. Since we found the prison. She, along with Carl, Glenn, Daryl, Vickie and myself, was part of how we came to be. So if she had killed Karen and David. If she had set them on fire and murdered two of our own... I wasn't sure how I would deal with the situation...

"Yes."

That there, that one word. I knew it had been coming. I knew from the moment I saw that hand print it had to have been Carol. No one else had enough guts to kill two people, in order to save the rest; not like that.

Yet there had been hat part of me. That part that had wished -that had prayed- that she wasn't the one. But, of course, no amount of wishing and praying could change what had been done.

After a moment of looking at each other as I tried to grasp the reality of what I now had to do, of the responsibility I now had, she finally looked away, once again heading off to deliver the water.

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