"Mommy, will Sophia be okay?" Jamie asked.

"Of course, sweetie. She'll be just fine." I answered before standing up, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

He gripped my hand tightly and I brought him over to the truck that had jugs of clean water. I grabbed a rag and some body wash I found in a car. I had Jamie take off his shirt and I opened the jug and water poured onto him. After getting him cleaned up and into new clothes the others came back.

"Shot? What do you mean shot?" Dale asked.

"I don't know, Dale." Glenn answered, "I wasn't there. All I know is this chick rode out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori."

"You let her?" Dale asked Daryl.

"Climb down out of my ass, old man. Rick sent her. She knew Lori's name, and Carl." Daryl replied.

"I heard screams. Was that you?" Dale asked Andrea.

"She got attacked by a walker." Glenn answered for her. "It was a close call."

"Andrea, are you aright?"

Andrea shook her head and climbed into the RV.

"You didn't find her?" I asked as Daryl walked up to me.

He shook his head and put his hand around my waist. The group talked about leaving the highway and going to this farm that the Zorro chick told them about. Where Carl, Lori, Shane, and Rick were.

"I won't do it. We can't just leave." Carol said.

"Carol, the group is split. We're scattered and weak." Dale replied.

"What if she comes back? And we're not here?" Carol questioned. "It could happen."

"If Sophia found her way back and we're gone, that would be awful." I said.

"Okay. We got a plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I'll hold here tonight, stay with the RV." Daryl said.

"If the RV is staying, I am, too." Dale replied.

"Jamie and I'll stay." I said.

"Thank you." Carol told us.

I gave her a comforting smile and nodded.

"I'm in." Andrea said.

"Well, if you're all staying then I am-" Glenn started.

"Not you, Glenn. You're going." Dale interrupted. "Take Carol's Cherokee."

"Me? Why is it always me?" Glenn questioned.

"You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people and see what's going on. But most important, you have to get T-Dog there. This is not an option. That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm. See if they have any antibiotics. Because if not, T-Dog will die, no joke." Dale said.

Daryl let go of my waist and walked over to his motorcycle. He reached into it's side bag and grabbed a bag full of orange medicine bottles.

"Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle." Daryl said, chucking the offensive rag at Dale before setting the bag on the hood if a car, "Why'd you wait until now to say anythin'? Got my brother's stash. Crystal, X. Don't need that. Got some kick ass pain killers." He gave Glenn a bottle, "Oxycycline." He gave the other bottle to Dale, "Not the generic stuff neither. It's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion."

"Thank god for Merle's clap." I whispered.

Tyler decided to go with Glenn and T-Dog in Carol's car and they're gone as the sun went down. That night, everyone slept in the RV. Dale and I were on watch on top of the vehicle. After a few hours Daryl came out with his crossbow strapped to his back.

"I'm goin' for a walk. Shine some light in the forest. If she's out there, give her somethin' to look at." Daryl said to us.

"I'll go, too." I replied, climbing down the ladder.

"You think that's a good idea right now?" Dale asked.

"We'll be back soon." I told him before we walked down the highway.

We walked in the forest silently, the only noise was the bugs and frogs by the creek.

"You think we'll find her?" I asked.

"Well, it ain't the mountains of Tibet. It's Georgia. She's probably holed up in a farmhouse somewhere. People get lost and survive. It's happens all the time." He answered.

"She's only twelve." I said.

"Hell, I was younger than her and I got lost. Nine days in the woods eatin' berries, wipin' my as with poison oak." Daryl replied.

"They found you?" I questioned.

"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doin' another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back, though. Went straight to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched somehtin' awful."

I let out a laugh and covered my mouth, "I'm sorry. That's a terrible story."

We both laughed before Daryl spoke, "Only difference is Sophia's got people looking for her. I call that an advantage."

We walked some more until we heard some rustling. Daryl pointed his crossbow towards the noise and we started walking. Eventually we came upon a tent and the tree above us started shaking. I pointed my flashlight towards the leaves,

"What the hell?"

There was a walker hanging in the tree by a rope. He started gagging and reaching his arms toward us.

"Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to shit. Might as well quit." Daryl read.

"Poetic." I commented.

"Dumb ass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head." Daryl said. "Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait. And a mess."

The smell of rotting meat hit my nose and I gagged, leaning against my knees.

"You all right?" Daryl asked.

"Trying not to puke." I answered.

"Go ahead if you gotta." He replied.

"No, I'm fine." I said, straightening back up.

"Looks like other geeks came and ate all of the flesh off his legs." He said.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

"Payback for laughing about my itchy ass." Daryl replied.

"Hey," I nudged him, "You were laughing, too."

He let out a small chuckle, "Let's head back."

I watched the walker until Daryl grabbed my hand and we started walking back. We got back to the highway and Daryl helped me over the railing and we walked back t the RV, where Dale and Carol were on top of. I saw Carol get off the RV and went into it. Daryl and I looked at Dale before going inside.