I do not own TWD or it's characters.

"Who... who's there?" she whispered, instilling as much fear into her voice as she could.

"We ain't gonna hurt you, sweetheart," one of the men answered, stepping into the circle of light her fire created. He held his hands up in submission, showing her he meant no harm.

"Is it just you?" she asked, knowing there were two other men with him.

"Me and Bob, here," he answered, beckoning another man forward. Slowly, she lowered her arrow. It was still knocked and ready, but no longer pointed at his chest. She could hear the third man circling around behind her.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"We saw the smoke from your fire and thought maybe we could help you."

"I don't need any help."

"Your fire says otherwise, sweetheart." Scowling at him, she glanced at her fire.

"What's wrong with my fire?"

"For starters, it's too wet. You have to use old, dry wood. Otherwise, you get a bunch of smoke and no heat. Fire isn't very warm, is it?"

"No," she admitted. She heard the third guy directly behind her, sneaking closer. A whistle sounded behind her and she brought her arrow up, her form perfect. "But if I had done it right, I wouldn't have attracted you."

The front guy swallowed hard. She could see the guy behind her start to inch away. Switching her aim to him, she loosed her arrow, sending it through his eye. Before the guy in front could blink, she had another arrow knocked and aimed at his face.

"You killed Bob!" he yelled at her. His arms started to slide down to his holstered gun.

"And you," she muttered, loosing the arrow. She watched as it slide through his eye and out the back of his head. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around. "You get your man?"

"Yep. Coming to help you." Her uncle looked around the small clearing, seeing both dead men. "Guess you didn't need it."

She nodded. Putting out the fire, they left the men where they were. They wanted the others to find the dead men. It would inform them that they were no longer the hunters. They were now the prey.

After killing three of the men, Daryl and Judith headed away from Hilltop. They searched for other survivors. It would give them something to do while they allowed the men to sweat. On the first day searching, they found a small group of 8 people, including Maggie and Glenn. Walking into their make shift camp, Judith was embraced by her aunt.

"Oh thank god!" she breathed into Judith's hair. "I can't believe this keeps happening!"

"It doesn't keep happening. It's been planned and carried out," Judith said to her. Her uncle Glenn walked up.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Some men are causing it. Send a man in by himself. That guy kills someone, then slips out. Let the walkers do all the dirty work, then they go back a few days later and take all the supplies," Daryl explained.

"What are we going to do?" Glenn asked.

"We ain't doing nothin'. Lil Asskicker and I got this. You and Maggie are gonna lead your group to Carl. Set up a new community. Me and Jude will meet you there when this is finished."

"You're letting Judith help you. Rick wouldn't want that."

"Rick wouldn't want her going off and doing it on her own either. And that's exactly what she'd do if I didn't let her help me. But we got this. Already killed 3 of them."

"You're letting her kill people?" Glenn asked, incredulously.

"I'm right here, guys. Yes, I'm killing people. These people are responsible for my dads death. They have to die." Judith was tired of them talking about her as if she wasn't there.

"Revenge won't bring your dad back," Maggie whispered.

"I know." Judith looked down at her boots, then met her aunts eyes. "I have to do this. And Uncle Daryl is right. If he doesn't let me help, I'll do it myself."

Seeing how determined Judith was, Maggie relented. "Just be careful, okay?" Judith nodded. Daryl gave Glenn directions to Carl's camp. Watching them leave, Judith and Daryl started circling Hilltop for other survivors. The next day, they came across a group of 20. Giving them directions, they watched them head off as well. On the third day, Daryl and Judith decided the men had sweated enough. Time for plan B.

A days travel put them back at Hilltop. The men were still there. It was slow going now that they had to have guards around the gate. Splitting up, Judith waited while her uncle took up position in a tree on the left side of the gate. Once in position, he would give a bird call. She waited for it. Upon hearing it, she knocked, aimed, and loosed, taking down the right guard. She saw the left guard fall at the same time. Quickly climbing down the tree, she headed for the rendezvous point.

Daryl was there waiting for her.

"Four left," he muttered. She simply nodded. Together, they headed back to Hilltop. The wagon was still in the middle of the road, but no one was in sight. Walking to the gate nearest the back, they searched for tracks. Finding them, Daryl led them to the three men who fled. Finding them a few hours later, Daryl walked into their camp. Judith was in a tree nearby, an arrow knocked and aimed. Ready.

"Daryl! Thank god yer back!" the leader, Gary called as soon as he saw Daryl. "You won't believe what's happening. We're being hunted! Just us three left!"

"I know," Daryl said, spitting onto the ground. Gary looked up at him.

"You know?" he deadpanned. Daryl nodded, raising his crossbow up.

"I'm the one been hunting you," he stated simply. The guy next to Gary reached for his gun, but collapsed, an arrow poking out the back of his head. Gary jumped.

"What the hell?" Putting his hands up, Gary looked at the last man with him. Mimicking the position, both looked at Daryl. "But why?"

"Cause of you, bunch of my friends are dead. And that little girl you had me tracking. That's who just killed your man there." He indicated the dead man at Gary's feet. "She happens to be my niece. Cause of you, her dad's dead. I think I'll let her take care of you." Daryl shifted his aim to the man beside Gary and pulled the trigger. He heard the man thump to the ground. Gary had an arrow in his chest, but was still standing. Slumping against a tree, he slid down.

"Bad shot," he called to Judith. Emerging from the brush behind him, she looked at Gary as she answered.

"Nope. That's where I aimed."

"Why?"

"He'll bleed out in a few minutes. Figured I'd let him turn." Daryl looked back at her, seeing the hate in her eyes as she stared down at Gary. Grabbing a knife from his sheath, he leaned down to shove it into Gary's ear. Gary whispered to him. Pausing for a second, he ended Gary's suffering.

"Not how we do things." She simply shrugged before turning away. They walked back to Hilltop in silence. There was still one man left. Checking the gates, no other tracks were found.

"Maybe he stayed behind? Ducked into one of the houses once the guards fell," Judith suggested. Daryl nodded in agreement. They began searching the houses near the wagon. In the living room of the third house, they found Michonne bound and gagged, passed out on the floor. She had been beaten so badly, her face was nearly swollen shut.

"Mom!" Judith ran over to her. Cradling Michonne's head in her lap, she cried her tears onto her mom's face.

"Hey, baby girl," her mom whispered hoarsely. Looking around, she spotted Daryl.

"What're you guys doing here?" she asked, before passing out.

Sorry for the short chapter. It was either short chapter, or no update. Figured there may be a few of you who wanted the update more than length.