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.1884: Vic's sickness is moving faster because of all the stress she's been putting on herself. Worry about Aly all the time, and now with this disease. Her father going crazy. People dying. Daryl going off with the others. The constant threat of walkers. I know everyone else is stressed as well, but she had been so focused on making sure everyone else was okay, it wasn't until she stopped when she realized something was wrong with her... I hope that answered your question :):) And thanks for the review!

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DPOV

"You never told us about the group you were with before." I looked over my shoulder at Bob as I worked on fixing the car.

Michonne and Ty were off doing what they had to do, leaving me with Bob. He seemed off, like something was wrong, pulling him down. So I thought maybe getting him to talk would help.

"Which one?"

Shrugging I turned back to the car.

I had thought that was it. He didn't look like he wanted to talk. But he kept going. "You know, when you found me out on that road, I almost kept walking."

"Why's that?"

"'Cause I was done being a witness. Two times, two different groups. I was the last one standing. Like I was supposed to see it happen over and over, like it's some kind of curse. But when it's just you out there with the quiet... Used to be I'd drink a bottle of anything just so I could shut my eyes at night. Figured the prison, the people, thought it's be easier. The run to the Big SPot, I did it for me."

"You gotta keep busy." I nodded, grabbing the jug of water and taking a drink.

"No. I did it so I could get me a bottle. Of anything. I picked it up, I held it in my hand, but I put it down. I put it down so hard, it took the whole damn shelf with it. That's what brought on the walkers, and that's what nearly got us all killed. Especially Zach and Vickie. It's my fault they nearly died."

So that's what's had him acting strange. He's feeling guilty for no reason. It wasn't his fault, and it's not like anyone actually died.

"That's bullshit." I stared at him as he looked up at me. "Get in there and try the engine. It's a red and green wire." I gestured to the car. "Go on. It ain't rocket science." he moved around to the driver's side. "Give it some gas."

I waited for him to try the car, the sound of the engine coming to life the best sound I'd heard all day. Clapping to myself I closed the hood, before whistling out to the others.

Walking around to the driver's side where Bob still sat, I knew I should do something to help. "Sasha, Vic and me picked that spot. We took you with us. Ain't no way anybody could've known. You ain't gonna be standing alone, not no more." I turned to the others as they reached the car. "Let's go."

...

After we had the car going, we didn't waste anymore time, just moved on to the vet school. The longer we were out here, the more people would get sick and die back at the prison.

Now, here we were, walking through the halls of the school, looking for everything Hershel put on the list. Bob and Michonne were looking in the medicine room, while Ty and I grabbed everything else we needed.

"How'd you do" Bob asked as we walked into the room, carrying two full bags each.

"Bags, tubes, clamps, connectors. Everything on the list." Ty nodded, placing the duffle bags onto a desk.

I moved next to him putting my bags down as well. "What about y'all?"

"Yeah, we got it all." Bob nodded.

Michonne checked the medicine case one last time before confirming. "Yeah, we're good."

"All right." we all grabbed our things, ready to head off. "Let's roll."

We made our way through the halls again, checking each room as we walked by just in case.

Unfortunately as we walked past one, my torch caught the attention of a walker. We hurried further along, Michonne a few steps ahead as we neared the stairs. Following the exit signs. We walked into what looked like a storage room of sorts. Up ahead were a set of doors, the exit sings telling us to go that way. But as we got closer, we could see that they were chained up...

"Hey! Door's busted." Bob called quietly from the door as he tried to close it.

I turned back around, moving to go help him and Michonne and Ty waited by the next doors.

We pushed a cabinet against it, the action making a loud thud. Soon after we could hear the snarls of walkers. By the looks of things the cabinet wasn't going to hold for long, so we had to move fast.

Suddenly a walker jumped out, grabbing at Ty. But he killed t fast, and violently with a hammer.

Once the walker was down we turned back to the chained doors. Michonne grabbed for the chain and lock, the clinging of the metal loud against the silence of the room. Walkers pressed against the door in front of us from the other side, the noise attracting them.

"How many?" I asked as I tired to shine my light through the crack of the door to see if I could count the number of walkers that stood between us and our way out.

"I can't tell." Michonne answered.

The sound of something scraping along the floor drew our attention back to the other door. Like I had guessed, the cabinet didn't hold, and now we had walkers headed our way.

"We could take them." Ty went to move to the walkers as they filed into the room.

"No!" Bob yelled, stopping Ty. "They're infected. Same as at the prison. We fire at them, get their blood on us, breathe it in. We didn't come all this way to get sick."

"How d we know the ones in there aren't any different?" Ty nodded to the chained doors.

"We don't." Michonne answered, sounding calm, keeping her cool. Which was how we should be all reacting.

I nodded, not stressing over it all too much. "It's gotta change sometime." I knew, no matter what, I was going back to the prison, nothing was stopping me. If that meant taking risks, then fine.

Kicking at a small overturned table, I broke one of it's legs off. Grabbing the leg I jammed it in the handle of the door, looking to the others.

"Ready?"

"Do it!" Ty yelled.

I ripped the handle off the door, the chain swinging down as the door flew open, three walkers pushing into towards us. Bob shot one easily, as Michonne sliced the heads off the other two in one move.

"Come on!" I called before we all ran out of the room, the other walkers right behind us.

VPOV

I sat on the bed in Lizzie and my cell, feeling worse and worse by the minute. Hershel wasn't letting me help him with the bodies anymore. I was exhausting my body, which was what was making my symptoms get worse. Hershel had given Lizzie the job of keeping an eye on me, to watch me and make sure I was okay. I knew he was only doing it to keep her busy and so she could feel like she was helping. But surprisingly she did help me feel better.

She told me stories as she brushed my hair. She'd try to make me laugh and smile. She was doing whatever it took to distract me from everything that was worrying me.

Because there was a lot that was worrying me. I had no clue if Aly was okay. I had no clue if Daryl, dad, Carl, anyone was okay. I was sick, actually I felt like I could be dying, and no one I loved knew I was here.

Maggie had come to the window earlier, that was connected to a separate room of the cell block. She had asked me if she should tell Carl I was in here. But I told her no. I didn't want him to worry when he had a job to do. Although I knew the moment the others got back, she'd tell my dad and Daryl. I didn't mind if they knew. I was sure they'd understand that me being in here and away from them was the right thing.

"Vickie?" I looked over at Lizzie as she walked back into the room with two cups of the medicinal tea. She handed me one, watching as I sipped the liquid.

I smiled kindly at her, resting my head back against the wall. "Thanks sweetie."

She smiled back before moving to sit next to me. We just sat there in silence, sipping our tea for awhile. Her head leaning against my arm.

DPOV

We moved as fast as we could, following Michonne as she lead us through the halls of the vet school, moving us towards the stairs at the end of the hall that should lead to an exit. Bob was behind us, moving objects on to the floor like tables, filing cabinets and chairs, to slow the walkers down.

Michonne tried the door to the stairs, but it didn't budge.

"Back." I told her as I went to kick at the wooden door.

"We don't have an exit." she wasn't calm and collected anymore. We were running out of options and all of us were beginning to panic.

"Then we make one!" I jumped up on to the window sill by the door, trying to open the window.

Ty, doing as I suggested, grabbed a fire extinguisher. "Get down!" I only had a second to react before he threw the extinguisher, smashing the glass.

"Come on! Move it!" I yelled, grabbing Michonne's hand and helping her up. "Jump down to the walkway below."

"They're here!" Bob yelled.

"Go, go, go, go. Move." I waited for Ty and Michonne to get through first before jumping out myself, landing on the roof of the walkway.

I had to move out of the way for Bob, grabbing the bags before getting up and moving to where Michonne and Ty were at the end of the walkway's roof. The sound of snarls had us turn around, seeing Bob leaning over the edge of the roof, grasping his bag tightly as he fought against the walkers for it.

The three of us hurried over to Bob, pulling at him to get him up before he fell into the crowd of hungry walkers below. But he refused to let go of the bag, which was keeping us from getting him up.

"Bob, let it go." Michonne told him, just as we did to Ty earlier on.

"Let it go man." Ty said as we kept pulling. "Just let it go."

"Let go of the bag, man." I wasn't as kind as the others, grunting it out. He should have just dropped it and moved on. His life wasn't worth a bag- especially seeing as it didn't look like it had much in it anyway.

Bob finally got it free, swinging it up and on to the roof beside us. The sound of glass clinking caught our attention... I moved over to his bag after a moment, seeing something poking out of it. Pulling the object out, I found a bottle of alcohol.

"You got no meds in your bag? Just this?" I looked up at Bob, hold the liquor. He watched me and the bottle as I added, "You should have kept walking that day." I went to throw the bottle.

"Don't."

I stopped, turning my head to look at Bob, his hand resting on his gun, ready to go.

Walking up to him, my anger boiling, I pushed against his chest, my forehead against his as I challenged him. He stepped back as I kept pushing forward. I grabbed his gun with one hand, his shirt with the other. He just kept looking down, looking away from me. I was pissed. Alcohol? There were people dying back home. I didn't even know if Vic and Aly were one of them. We were suppose to be getting meds, to help our people. But he grabs alcohol? I wanted to throw him off the roof and let the walkers rip him to shreds.

"Just let it go, Daryl. The man's made his choice." Ty called. "Nothing you can do about it. Just gotta let it go."

I let my hand drop from his shirt as I stepped back.

"I didn't want to hurt nobody." Bob shook his head. "It was just for when it gets quiet."

I shoved the bottle against his chest, glaring a him. "You take one sip before those meds get in our people, I will beat your ass into the ground. You hear me?" I didn't wait for an answer, just turned and walked off.

RPOV

I stood from where I had been kneeling by the back of the car, Carol moving to get in. I locked it before she could, turning to her as she looked at me with question.

She was a changed woman. The Carol I knew, she would have waited long for those two people to come back. She'd fixed the guy's shoulder, and when they offered to help us find food and supplies, she had agreed- though I hadn't like that idea. They were going to come back with us.

Yes it was unfortunate that we found the girl, two walkers already eating her... But the guy was still out there. He could still be alive. Waiting was risky, she was right, but the Carol I knew would have waited longer anyway.

And then there was the fact she'd murdered two of our own. I couldn't let that slide. I couldn't even look at her the same anymore.

"They could have lived." I stepped closer to her. "Karen and David, they might have lived, and now they're dead. That wasn't your decision to make." her hand fell from the car door. "When Tyreese finds out... he'll kill you." I nodded, knowing it was the truth. He damn near killed me over nothing."

"I can handle Tyreese." she shrugged as if that was the only problem we had. It wasn't.

"When the others find out, they won't want you there. And if they don't make it back, if everybody dies of this thing and it's just the two of us, with Judith and Carl and Vickie, with my- my children." I shook my head. "I won't have you there."

"Rick, it's me." she knew now what I meant. She knew what was happening. "No one else has to know. I thought you were done making decisions for everyone."

"I'm making this decision for me." I corrected.

"I could have pretended that everything was gonna be fine." she rubbed at her face, getting rid of the tears the rolled down her cheeks. "But I didn't. I did something. I stepped up. I had to do something."

"No, you didn't."

I watched as she stood there, wiping away more tears. "If you think I'm going anywhere without Lizzie and Mica-"

"You want them to leave, to go out there with you?" I couldn't believe what she was saying. "Lizzie's sick. Mica is ten years old."

"Please, you can't."

"We'll keep them safe." I nodded, not discussing it. There were no options here. She was going and that's final. "You're not that woman who was too scared to be alone, not any more. You're gonna start over, find other, people who don't know, and you're gonna survive out here. You will." I turned away from her.

"Maybe."

I pulled out supplies from the back of the car as she stood there, watching me, not making an effort to help. She was upset, I could tell and I didn't blame her. But this was the right thing. I was doing the right thing.

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