Author's Note:

So I know the last chapter was really short, but here's the next one. Like I said before, leave reviews or comments. I'll probably be updating the story a lot today considering I have nothing to do. So I hope you enjoy.

Carl's POV

Nobody spoke. I didn't think awkward silences existed still, until now.

I looked at the girl. I hadn't met one my age in a long time. She had dark brown hair. It was long. I already knew what her eyes looked like. She wasn't one of those super skinny types of girls. She was skinny, but then again, isn't everybody?

She had fair skin, but it wasn't pale. Her cheekbones were noticeable, but not to sharp.

Damn. I haven't seen a girl in a long time, nevertheless a girl who looked like this one.

The car came to a screeching halt, pulling me out of my daze. My father turned around.

"What's your name?" he asked gently. The girl stiffened.

"You can trust us," I said, "I swear, we wont hurt you."

She looked up at me, then at my father. She swallowed. "Riley."

"Riley," my father said. "Do you want to come with us?"

"That depends on where you're going." there was a fearlessness to her voice, but not to her eyes.

"Somewhere safe." he said. "I promise."

She looked up at me. It was like she was trying to see something.

"Fine." she said.

"Okay I have a few questions for you." my father said and she nodded. "How many walkers have you killed."

"To many to count."

"What about people. Have you killed anybody?"

She didn't answer for a moment. "Three." she said.

I looked at my father with an expression that screamed "WHOA!"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because, if somebody tried to kill you or your family, wouldn't you kill them?"

"Yes," my father said, "I would. Now what about your dog."

Riley rolled her eyes. "Yeah, she's a pit, but I'm not giving her up."

"Has she ever killed anybody?"

"Chaco? No. Never. Scared them, maybe, but no."

My father just looked at Chaco. I knew what he was thinking. He didn't want the girl to leave. He worried about the kids left in the world. But the dog. It was another mouth to feed. Another liability. But he didn't say anything. Instead he turned the keys and started the engine.

Riley's POV

Never get in a car with strangers. That's the lesson every kid knows by heart, but in this world, I wonder, does it still apply? I was scared, and now homeless, and I'd been offered a home. Why not take it? Nothing could be worse than the last place, right?

We'd switched cars and gotten into a minivan. It was old and worn down, but it ran and much less noisy.
I didn't know how far away we were from their camp, but we'd been driving for at least an hour or two now and the sun was starting to go down. Nobody has spoken a word the entire time. The air had tension in it.

"Um..." I spoke. The Boy (I still hadn't learned his name) looked at me. He had blue eyes. They were different from mine. They were a light, soft blue that carried the look of 'guarded'. He was wearing a hat. Old and brown. His brown hair came down and curled up at his neck. "Um... when are we going to get there?" I asked.

"Dad," he asked. "Are we going to make it back by tonight?"

"I don't think so." he said. "We'll stop in an hour. Lock down the car. I'll take first watch."

Lovely. I thought sarcastically.