A/N: I've been home sick all day, so you will probably receive another chapter later on tonight since I've had extra time. So here it is, please read and review. I anxiously await to hear what you have to say!

~A.S.D

The night was spent consoling loved ones and making sure all of the walkers were dead. Andrea had not moved from her spot beside Amy, and we all knew it was only a matter of time before she turned. When the sun came up, the reality of what happened the previous night really sank in. Dead bodies littered our camp and we had lost a lot of people.

"Okay, we need to burn the bodies of the walkers, we can put them in a pile over here and we will bury our people later, but make sure they aren't going to come back," Shane spoke and we all agreed. I grabbed a pick-ax from the pile of tools and started out with a heavy sigh. I had shed my t-shirt and was wearing a black tank top, jeans, and boots. I pulled my hair up and set out. I walked to the RV, deciding to clear out that area first since people needed to access it. I walked passed Amy and Andrea, not wanting to disturb her mourning.

I looked at the walker, the ugly creature, and put the ax through its brain. Blood splashed all over but I hit him once more for good measure and moved on to the next one. The process continued until I had made my way around the RV. Then I went back to the first one and started dragging him to a pile that had been started at the edge of our camp. It was slow going, the body being really heavy, but I made my progress. When I was about half way there, another set of hands grabbed the body and helped me carry it. I looked up to see the ice blue eyes of Daryl.

"Thanks," I said, welcoming the relief of dragging the walker.

"No problem," he replied and we carried on in silence for a moment.

"And…thanks for last night too. That was a close one," I said. For some reason, I couldn't get that image out of my head, I guess because I had almost died. He nodded and I knew that was all the answer I would get, he definitely wasn't one for words.

Around noon, all of the work was done with the walkers and they were burning in a pile that billowed up into the sky. We were sitting around, taking a break before going to bury our dead when we heard Jaqui yell.

"He's been bit! A walker got him!" she yelled, pointing at Jim, a quiet man who had been with the group for most of the journey. We all ran over to them, weapons poised but Rick gestured for us to lower them.

"Show us," Rick told him but he kept insisting that he was fine so T-Dog snuck up behind him and grabbed him. Shane lifted up his shirt and there was a definitive bite mark on his stomach.

We all looked away, sad and angry. Rick, Shane, Daryl, Dale, and I walked over to talk about what to do.

"Put an ax through his head, and the dead girl's too," Daryl said, referring to Amy who Andrea still wouldn't allow anyone to mess with.

"Is that what you would want if it were you?" Shane asked him.

"Yeah, an' I'd thank yah while yah did it," he said and I was inclined to agree. I wouldn't want to become one of those creatures, so I would definitely want someone to kill me.

"I agree," I said and Shane looked at me. "I do. Jim is going to turn, and when he does he'll come after us and those we care about. Let's just put him out of his misery now. As for Amy, let Andrea grieve, but we can't put everyone in danger because she lost her sister."

"As much as I hate to say this, and I never thought I would, I agree with Daryl and Adeline," Dale said and I rolled my eyes at the insult.

"Jim's not a monster, Dale, or a rabid dog, he's sick,"

"If we start down that road, where do we draw the line?" Dale asked.

"The line is pretty clear, zero tolerance fer walkers," Daryl said, angered by the implication.

"I heard the CDC was working on a cure, what if we can get him help?" Rick asked us, and I could tell he was grasping at straws, but let him. Daryl, however, did not share my feelings. He ran towards where Jim was sitting, the pick-ax raised above his head. Rick ran after him and pointed a gun to his head (again) and told him to drop it.

"We don't kill the living!" he yelled and Daryl grudgingly dropped the ax and Rick led Jim away.

I went back to cleaning up the camp, some supplies scattered after last night's attack. After a minute or so though, I looked over to where the sisters sat and saw Amy's lifeless body begin to move.

"Shane!" I called and he looked too, seeing her begin to twitch and open her eyes. Andrea smiled at her and was talking to her, while Amy was trying to rip her throat out. I put a hand on my gun, but waited. A shot went off and Amy collapsed again, Andrea crying over her with a gun in her hands…

We went out a ways to the roadside to burry our people. Andrea dragged Amy into the shallow grave last and we stood, wondering what we would do now.

We didn't have to wait long, though.

"We're going to the CDC," Rick told us and I looked around at all of the frightened faces. Shane explained the CB stations to everyone so we could communicate if needed.

"We're not going with you," Morales spoke and we all looked at him.

"We have family in Birmingham and want to be with them," his wife continued.

"You won't have protection, no one to watch your back," Shane told them. We had lost enough people in the attack, we didn't need more leaving.

"We'll be fine," he confirmed and Lori and Carl and Sophia hugged them goodbye before they climbed in their car to leave.

"Everyone else, let's head out," Rick said and we loaded everything into the RV and other cars. Daryl put Merle's motorcycle on the back of his pickup and I climbed in Shane's jeep with him. Dale pulled the RV out first and Shane and I brought up the rear, wondering what new adventure awaited us in the city…