A/N: Think you guys for all the favorites and follows! It means a lot to me knowing that people are interested and actually reading the story. I would still like to hear your opinions in a review. All feedback is appreciated and I am totally open to suggestions. The 'first season' of the story is slow, but if you hang around until Hershel's farm, things are going to get intense! It's a promise!

~A.S.D

I tensed as the man, referred to as 'G', looked at us with an icy glare.

"Where are my guns?" He asked us.

"Your guns?" I asked sarcastically. My brain kicked in saying I may want to choose my words more carefully, but Shane had always taught me to speak my mind.

"That's right, my guns. I sent my boys here out to get them, but instead they come back with you two, so where are they."

"With the rest of our group. Who will be here any minute, and I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when they do," I spat, standing tall in front of the enemy. He laughed and Glenn looked at me, wide eyed.

"Adeline, ix-nay on the insult-ay," he said under his breath but I rolled my eyes.

"Take them to the back and wait on my decision on what to do," he said and we were pulled towards a back room. The room was small and dark and we were shoved into chairs and tied down, then left alone.

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

"Nothing. Rick and Daryl will be here soon, we wait. We can't do anything by ourselves, we have no weapons and are way outnumbered," I hated admitting weakness, but we had no other choice. The guys would be here soon, they had one of their guys so they could get the information out of him. They had the guns and hopefully a good plan.

We sat in silence after that, fiddling with the restraints, hoping to find a weak spot. After a while, there was a commotion from the front room and a lot of yelling. I tensed as the door flew open and three big guys walked in. They all had the same tan skin as G with buzzed hair. They were talking steadily as one of them went to each of us and untied us. Then, they grabbed us roughly and started leading us down a hallway. A blindfold was tied around my eyes and, before I could scream, a gag was put into my mouth. I coughed and gagged but a hit in the back sent me forward. The hand guiding me led me to a staircase and told me to watch my step. I tried to imagine each step and made it up without tripping. Another door creaked open and I felt a gust of hot Georgian wind blow in my face. My heart was racing and I stopped walking on my own, forcing the guy to push me but he soon grew tired of the effort and lifted me. I kicked at him but nothing happened. I was set on my feet again and I listened to the noise going on down below.

"You have our men and we have yours, seems like an even trade," It was definitely Rick's voice and a wave of relief washed over me. The guys on the roof started talking so I wasn't able to hear the next part of the exchange, but I did hear a whistle. Once it pierced the air, I was shoved forward and the blindfold was yanked off. I was on the edge of a two or three story roof. I felt my eyes grow wide as I looked around. Glenn was a few feet away from me, also panicking. Rick and Daryl looked up at us and a glance to my right revealed T-Dog poised on another section of roof with a rifle pointed at G's head.

I was dragged back a couple feet and re-blindfolded. I struggled against the man holding me but I knew it was in vain. My own pounding heart and internal fear kept me from listening to what else Rick had to say but when I heard him call to T-Dog that they were leaving, I felt sick. I was led back inside and I heard noise. It sounded like a lot of people chatting and I was pushed into a room.

"You both can stay here for now. Sorry we had to do this, but you had to look scared when your pals came around. The blindfold was taken off and the gag removed and I looked around. We were in some sort of hospital room. There were beds and other medical machines around the room and a group of elderly people was looking at us. Glenn and I exchanged a confused glance before they began chatting our ears off. Within a few minutes, we understood. This was an old nursing home that G and his crew protected to make sure the patients were okay. The old people were nice and had us laughing in no time.

What seemed like hours later, the door opened again and Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog came in. They looked surprised and confused.

"Man, we thought you were being eaten by dogs!" Daryl yelled and I laughed.

"Come on, you need to see this," I said and Glenn and I led them around, explaining it to them as well.

"Take care of this place man," I heard Rick whispering to G as he handed him a couple of guns and a box of bullets from the bag.

We headed out after that and started walking back to where we had parked the truck.

"Where is our van?" Glenn cried as we looked at the empty spot where the truck should be.

"Who would have taken it?" Rick asked, looking around wildly. The sun was just starting to make its decent in the sky and none of us wanted to be stuck in the city after dark.

"Merle." It was Daryl who spoke and we all looked at him, not sure what to think.

"We have to get back, we don't have time to worry about this now!" I cried and started walking down the road in the direction of camp.

"Wait up girl," Daryl said and jogged up beside me. He handed me my gun and I nodded my thanks. Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog caught up to us and we hustled back to the outskirts of town. We walked mostly in silence and the sun had almost completely set before we made it to the path that led up the mountainside to camp.

"Damn," I whispered, wishing the sun would stay up. It was much harder to see at night and with the walker in camp this morning, I didn't want to walk up the woodsy path blind.

By the time we were right at the edge of the camp, it was completely dark outside, and I drew my gun. We heard a scream then, followed by several more. I didn't wait for Rick's confirmation, I took off running at full speed, hearing footfalls close behind me. The sight before me made me freeze. There were walkers everywhere, and the first thing I saw was Amy crumbling to the ground with a walkers taking out her throat.

I didn't waste time, I sprang forward and started firing at the walkers, having reloaded my gun after retriving the bag.

"Shane!" I yelled as I ran, trying to find my brother in the chaos.

"Addie!" I heard him call back and found him near the RV with Lori and Carl crouched behind him. I ran to his side and kept firing at the walkers that seemed to keep coming. In the thick of things, I felt a splatter across my neck and swerved around quickly to see Daryl standing with his crossbow and a walker with a bolt in his head at my feet. My eyes were wide and I nodded to Daryl and he returned the gesture. The fighting slowed, then stopped completely as all the walkers were dead, but all I could think about was how Daryl Dixon had just saved my life.