A/N: This chapter is a little slow...some sibling bonding going on, but more of a filler chapter than anything else. A continued thanks to everyone for reading, following, favorites, and most importantly reviewing! The next chapter is going to be a lot of fun...hope you are excited to see what I've cooked up! XD

~A.S.D

The RV stopped after only a couple minutes on the road. We all climbed out to see what was going on.

"It's that damn radiator hose. I needed the one from that tuck, the only thing holding this one together is duct tape, and I'm out of it," Dale said, looking in the RV.

"Guys, Jim's bad. I don't think he can take it much longer," Jaqui said running out of the RV. Rick had told Jim we were going to the CDC and that there may be a cure, so here he was, along for the ride, despite my many complaints.

Rick walked in to check on him and I sat on the roof of Shane's jeep, waiting.

"Hey," Shane said and walked over to me.

"What?" I asked and scooted over so he could join me.

"There's something up ahead, maybe a gas station. Wanna ride up and see what we can find?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I was suspicious since Shane always wanted to keep me on the sidelines.

"Sure," I said, not going to let this opportunity go to waste.

I hopped down and jumped in the passenger seat, but he tossed me the keys and I caught them easily.

"Wanna drive?" He asked, and I was definitely thinking it was too good to be true, but shrugged and scooted over to the driver's seat and cranked it up. Shane never let anyone drive his jeep, so this was strange behavior. I pulled off from the group and headed to the spec in the distance.

"So, what's up?" I asked him, glancing at him in my peripheral vision.

"Was it that obvious?" He asked, laughing.

"Um, yeah. Try being subtle next time. Now really, what's going on?"

"A lot, actually. I just wanted to talk to you about how you feel about Rick being back," he said and I arched an eyebrow.

"I don't really care. I mean, I know he's your friend, but I never did like him much. How about you? I know it must be hard. Have you even spoken to Lori?" I asked as we pulled up at the small gas station. I pulled my gun out and so did Shane. The place seemed to be empty, but you couldn't be too careful these days. We cleared the store quickly.

"She won't talk to me, she thinks I lied about Rick being dead," he said and I gave him a strange look. Obviously Rick wasn't dead.

"I mean, she thinks I did it intentionally. I didn't hear a heartbeat Addie, he was gone."

"There are a million explanations. She can't blame you. You kept her and her kid alive, more than she can say about him. But, I never liked her either," I said with a shrug. Shane went about the mechanic section of the station, finding a hose he hoped would work and a roll of duct tape in case it didn't. We had brought gas cans and filled them up, though that wasn't much.

"You don't like anybody, Addie, my little loner. Lori had a right to be upset, Rick could have died, and it would have been my fault for not getting him out of that hospital," he cast his eyes down and rubbed his forehead.

"No, you did what you could. You got Lori and Carl out of there and kept them safe. No one is blaming you for anything. You've done right by this group and we all owe you our lives," I said emphatically, I refused to let Lori make him feel guilty when he had done nothing wrong.

"I seem to recall having some help," he said with a smile, making my own smile come out as we climbed in the jeep again.

"Well, I try," I said and drove back to where everyone was waiting on the side of the road.

"Here ya go Dale," Shane said taking the things over to him and they set out to start working.

I walked over to where Daryl was sitting on the side of the road under the shade of a tree. I pulled the pack of cigarettes I had gotten from the store out of my pocket and flicked them to him. He caught them one handed and looked at me as I plopped down beside him.

"'s this for?" he asked.

I shrugged in response and he pulled one out of the pack and offered me one silently. I refused and he put the pack in his shirt pocket and lit one up. I saw Rick come out of the RV and I got up, brushed my pants off and walked over to see what happened with Jim. Daryl followed me and we made it over before Rick started speaking.

"He says he wants us to leave him here," he said and I was surprised. I never pegged Jim to be a quitter, but I couldn't say I blamed him.

"Back in camp, when I said I agreed with Daryl and Adeline, and you shot me down, I wasn't suggesting… I'd never go along with callously killing a man, I was just going to suggest we ask Jim what he wants. And I think we have our answer," Dale said and we all sat in silence for a second.

"So we just leave him? I don't know if I could live with that," Shane said.

"It's not your call. Either of yours," Lori said and I sent her a glare. She seemed taken aback by the iciness in my stare but didn't say anything.

Rick looked around at us before leading Shane back into the RV. They came out a moment later with Jim between them. They led him over to a tree and sat him down. They whispered to him, I assume making sure this is what he wanted. They walked away and a few people walked up to say goodbye. I stood where I was, sympathy wasn't something I was good at. I saw Daryl nod to him, probably the most acknowledgement you could get from him.

I walked back and climbed in the jeep and waited for everyone to start leaving. We started up again and we were on our way to find out if any hope remained in the world.