*** Trying to wrap this up in one to two more chapters

"You seem pretty relaxed out here," grunted Daryl as Lycaon slipped through some railcars.

"Need to do a bit of shopping." Lycaon found some walkers dressed in military fatigues. She took some grenades from them and handed them over to Balto. She was very mad at him for tagging along. He was making the group nervous with his sulking and sorrowful gaze towards her.

She quickly climbed up a car. When she returned, she brought down a sniper rifle. Michonne pretended not to be offended by the smell of vomit. "Sasha will like that," Michonne said trying to make the situation light.

"There are plenty of things to be had, but I think we should get what we can carry lightly and move fast. These are very dangerous men. If Carol had talked, everyone at the base is in danger. We need to move as quickly as possible."

Lycaon saw Balto carrying an rpg. She waved for everyone to follow her.

Daryl's palms were drenched as Lycaon began to slacken her pace. It was dark now, and he could feel the intense focus she held. Thoughts of Carol reeled through his mind. What would he see when they got there?

She signaled for everyone to stop. Daryl looked at Lycaon. She was now in a shrunk position and she crept through the woods. Daryl didn't wait. He followed. He ignored Lycaon's dark looks and slipped through the woods quietly. He could now see the wall and the dancing light of the flames behind the wall. He stopped as he saw movement. Two men stood on a platform tying up a platform. A third man dumped something onto the platform and left.

"Daryl… You need to leave…" Lycaon whispered desperately.

Daryl stayed exactly in his spot.

"Daryl… Damn it Daryl," Lycaon hissed and rushed away from him.

Daryl saw the two men pick up the lump. When they left he realized what it was that he was looking at. A mangled, lithe figure was silhouetted against the glowing light of the flames. Daryl could hardly breath.

"It's not Carol," he whispered. He shook his head as Balto and Morgan dragged him away. He tried to fight them off but Balto was much stronger than him.

"Get your fucking…"

Michonne looked at Balto angrily as she turned away from watching Lycaon. Her retching made Michonne uneasy. "What is wrong with her?"

"She's dying," Balto whimpered.

Michonne took in a deep breath. "Why is she coming with us," she whispered.

"She wants it to look like she left the group when this is over. She wants us to lie that she isn't dead."

"So she's on a suicide mission?" Michonne's eyes blazed with fury, but seeing the blood in Lycaon's vomit she couldn't find the nerve to yell at her.

"Lycaon, please let me help you," Balto cried. His shaking hand pulled out a bottle of morphine. Lycaon looked at Balto hesitantly and then nodded her head.

Daryl looked at the two angrily. "I need to get her down Morgan."

"I'm not letting you out of those cuffs Daryl. You'll endanger us all."

Daryl pushed his face close to Morgan. "You don't know what I'll do."

Morgan leaned back. "So what are you going to do Daryl? You're going to take your Desert Eagle with your army of one and take down possibly fifteen men? Somehow I don't believe that. If what I have heard about Carol is true, then how could someone like you take down that many when she wasn't even able to get one of them?"

"She was just caught off guard."

Morgan nodded. "Maybe, or maybe you two have met your match. Maybe the people in that cell are just a bunch of people like you and Carol. Ruthless. Kill now and ask questions later…" Morgan stopped at seeing Daryl's eyes.

"Isn't this your fault?"

Morgan couldn't find an answer.

"That's enough," Lycaon growled. "This is life. Shit happens. Give me a moment to get myself together and then we're going to go in. Balto will give us an entrance and we'll just have to go at it. It's not a very big fort and there really isn't much in it except for some supplies, but you don't want to aim on their northwestern corner. They keep their supplies there and with that ammo."

"Doesn't sound like too much of a plan," Morgan whined.

"We should go back to finding out who is to blame," Lycaon said before closing her eyes for a nap.