A/n: Sorry for not updating that fast. I was busy with school and work and then I tore my MCL and my medial meniscus at work. So im now home bound until they decide if I need surgery or not. So 6 weeks and counting! And I'm really sorry if this chapter doesn't match word by word of the episode. I felt like writing it my own way. I apologize if this gets on any one's nerves!

Chapter 2

I was sitting in my dorm with my roommate, Stacey when we got the news about the virus. Before I knew it, my father was pouding at the door, surprising me that he had made it from Boston within two days.

"Grab your bags! We're leaving!" he ordered. Running around my room, I glanced over at Stacey.

"Well, aren't you coming?" I yelled, grabbing my backpack and duffel bag. She shook her head, "My mother wanted me to wait here until she can get here. I don't want to leave with out her." I nodded, "Goodluck," before running out of the dorm, following my father to his truck.

I didn't realize I was staring off in space until a hand was being waved in my face. Snapping out of my day dream, I glanced up to see Glenn standing next to me nervously.

"You ok, Ronnie?" he questioned, twisting his hat in his hands. Sighing, I stood off, brushing my jeans off, "Guess I'm ok as I'll ever be. You guys ready to go?"

"You sure you wanna come with us?" Putting my sunglasses on, I nodded and started my walk through camp to the box truck. Near the truck, my father was standing talking to Shane and Rick. As I approached, my father turned to face me.

"Here, you'll need this," he stated, shoving his hunting knife and handgun in my face. Tucking the gun into my pants and holding the knife, I smiled, "Dad. I'll be fine." His scowl deepened and I laughed, "I'm not your little girl anymore. I can handle myself." Dropping his shoulders in defeat, he sighed, "I never thought I'd be agreeing with you about that until your wedding day." Taking a step closer, I hugged my dad, "Yeah too bad the world went to shit. You could've been walking me down the isle in a few years."

"Yeah I could have," his smile was broken as he pulled away from me. Putting a hand on his shoulder, I whispered, "I miss them too, dad." With that, I walked past him, patting his shoulder and climbed up into the box truck.

As I was sitting in the box truck, it seemed like the ride took forever. Leaning my head back against the cold wall of the truck, I closed my eyes. I began to lightly sing to myself, like I always did when I was driving anywhere.

"When will I see you again? You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said, no final kiss to seal any sins, I had no idea of the state we were in," I sang barely audiable. I felt eyes on me, and looking around I noticed Daryl and T-Dog were both staring at me.

"Do you normally sing to yourself?" T-Dog asked, a playful smile on his face. Blushing, I nodded, "It helps clear my mind."

"What were you singing?" He asked like he already knew the answer. Pushing my bangs out of my face, I stated, "Don't you Remember by Adele."

"Never listened to her. Though I heard she had a killer voice, her music didn't meet my requirements," T-Dog laughed. I shrugged, "I grew up listening to all different types of music, and her voice was just inspiring."

"Can you jus' shu' up already?" Daryl growled from across from me, "I ain't interested in no pop stars. We're lookin' fo' my brother!" My eyes dropped to the floor, my lips sealing into a tight line. After that, I guess I zoned out until we reached the city and Glenn announced we would have to walk from there. Tightening my hand on my hunting knife, I followed Daryl and T-Dog out of the back truck, my stomach in knots.

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Once we were on the rooftop, we all took off running to where Merle was left. Daryl was running around screaming his name at the top of his lungs when all of our eyes fell on the hand, HUMAN HAND that was left, the cuffs dangling off the pipe just about it.

"No! No!" Daryl started screaming yet again, suddenly turning on T-Dog and aiming his crossbow in the face. Rick reacted quicker than I expected and had his gun pointed at Daryl's hand. While they finished their dispute, I crept closer to the hand. Kneeling in front of it, I poked it with my knife. Shadows cast over me, and I looked up to see three men waiting to hear my opinion.

"He could live through this," I sighed, standing up as Daryl wrapped the hand up in an old rag.

"Crazy bitch cut his hand off," Daryl mumbled, before shoving the wrapped up hand into Glenn's backpack.

"How do you know he could live through this?" T-Dog asked, staring at me as I continued poking around the roof. Shrugging, I replied, "While in college I was a nursing assistant in a hospital. I could tell by the amount of blood that he could live, doesn't mean if he kept losing blood he wouldn't pass out."

"So did you go to college to be a nurse?" Rick asked, putting his gun back in his holster. I scoffed, "Nursing is not for me. I was just shy of graduating as a physical therapist."

"He went this way," Daryl stated, pointing to the blood trail. We followed Daryl thru an old office building, passing two walkers that someone killed.

"'ad enough in 'im to take these two out," Daryl stated. Finally, we reached what looked to be a break room with a stove. As soon as I entered the room, I smelled burnt skin.

"Son of a bitch!" I stated as I watched Glenn nearly gag at the smell.

"Cauterized his wound," both me and Daryl stated at the same time. Rick put his hands on his hips, "He could still pass out from the blood loss."

"He broke out of this place though," Daryl stated, pointing behind Rick to a smashed window.

"Listen, we'll help you look a few blocks, but we need the guns first!" Rick stated. Nodding, Glenn interrupted, "I have a plan."

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A/n: Wicked short chapter. Just wanted to throw this one out there. I'm in the process of working on the next one. I may skip around the episodes, possibly skipping the whole thing with Glenn being kidnapped. Don't hate me. It may be a possibility. Please Read and Review!