"What're you plainnin' on doin' with my brother?" Jenna had decided to wait until Rick cooled off a little before bringing the subject up. She frowned a little at the silence that filled the air instead of an answer. Maggie and Glenn passed through the living room and she waited until she was sure that they were out of earshot before pressing on.

"I know he's been comin' on strong, but you gotta know it ain't how he really is. It's this world—"

"I get that this world changes people" he interjected coldly, "But, I saw the look in his eyes, and so did Daryl"—Jenna shifted nervously at the sound of his name—"He's your brother, I get that, but I'm not gonna allow someone that short tempered to walk around half-cocked. Especially not with my son around."

Knowing that there was nothing more to discuss on the subject, Jenna nodded solemnly and walked out of the house to sit on the porch swing. Lost in her own thoughts, the light shake of someone else sitting on the swing just barely shook her back to reality. She glanced over to see Andrea fiddling with her gun. Andrea looked back at her and smiled a little which was strange since she hadn't seen so much as a smirk on the woman's face since she'd been there.

"Nothing bad's gonna happen to your brother."

"How'd you know that?"

"We aren't barbarians, Jenna. Other than his freak out, James hasn't done anything for us to consider him a real threat." She sighed a little before going on, "So, let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"You're right."

Days passed and James wasn't making Jenna's campaign to get him out of lockdown any easier. There seemed to always be something for him to moan and groan about and Daryl's patience seemed to be wearing down with every passing hour. More than a few times, she saw him leave the barn with an even sourer look on his face than usual and James shouting in the background. The more James shouted, the more Daryl ignored her.

That night, Jenna lay awake in her tent thinking of ways to strike a conversation with Daryl; it proved more difficult than she thought it was going to be. Just when she thought she had come up with something that would be better than not talking to him at all, she heard a commotion outside. She stepped out of her tent to see most of the men taking off into the woods guns in hand. Jenna grabbed Lori by the elbow and pulled her aside to ask what was going on.

"Randall's got out." She answered urgently, "He attacked Shane and now he's gone missing with one of the guns."

Jenna just stared blankly at her trying to process the whole thing. She looked around for Daryl only to realize that he was one of the people searching for the armed escapee. Worry coursed through her veins; what if he got hurt? But, the most important question: why did she care?

There was never a time in her life, even before the outbreak, that she cared about the welfare about someone who wasn't her immediate family. Now here she was sweating bullets over the fate of a man who couldn't care less if she lived or died; Daryl didn't even want to look at her half the time. She tried to shut her mind to the worry, but the effort was done in vain; he was still on her mind. Time seemed to slow down all around her which didn't make the feeling any better. He'll be fine. She told herself over, and over again.

Minutes that felt more like hours went by and still no sign of Daryl or the others. She was just about to give up hope that he was alright when she looked out to the woods to see Daryl and Glenn walking back to the house. Her intense worry was quickly replaced with relief and all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and let him know someone cared, but she knew that was something he really wouldn't appreciate. Instead, she ran over to see what news they had about the Randall situation. When he was explaining how he had turned into a roamer without being bitten, she thought she had misheard him. Then there was a single shot which rang out from somewhere in the woods. Time was standing still again; who had been shot? Rick and Shane still hadn't returned which made Lori more nervous than usual. After that, everything went from slow motion to a flash of events.

A herd of roamers had found their way onto the farm grounds. There was chaos everywhere; the blood curdling screams that filled made Jenna's stomach churn. Armed with nothing but a hatchet, she began to cut her way through the crowd of the undead trying to get to the barn which was now set ablaze; she hoped with all her being that James was still alive. Relief found her again when she saw him running toward her from the burning building. What little happiness she felt in that moment was soon gone when a roamer got a hold of him and took a large chunk from his arm. That was it; her brother was gone and she was alone.

Tears stung her eyes as she tried to find a vehicle to commandeer and escape the hell that had found her. But, everything was blurry and incoherent. Everyone else seemed to have already left and she knew she was going to die. Still blinded by her sorrow, Jenna tripped over what felt like a body and looked to see Carol laying lifeless at her feet. She let out a scream and dug her hatchet into the skull of a roamer trying to feed on her. Then there was a loud rumbling noise from behind her; she looked up to see Daryl holding a hand out for her.

"Hurry and get on!"

Jenna grabbed his hand and pulled herself off of the ground and mounted the bike. The moment she wrapped her arms around his waist and felt him putting distance between them and the farm, she felt at ease. She held tightly on to him his leather vest feeling surprisingly comfortable against her face. His steady breathing along with the hum of his motorcycle let her know that she was safe. Daryl was going to take care of her and all would be right.