"You gonna talk or we just going to sit in silence?" Rosita questions rather impatience.

Keeping my eyes forward and down the track I keep my mouth shut. We were waiting for Denise and Daryl to hurry up and show up from down the other way.

"I heard about your friend." Rosita says loudly as if she wasn't sure whether I can hear her. "His name was Ron, right?"

"Is." I answer. "His name is Ron."

Rosita pauses for a second. "Wait, he isn't dead? What the hell are you doing out here then?"

I don't answer.

"Christ kid, if it was my friend fighting for his life back home... I don't think I could have left their side." Rosita admits though she sounds more as if she was talking to herself. "Why did you come out here?"

"I needed time to- I don't know... Breathe I guess." I answer still watching the tracks.

"Then just take a walk around the block." Rosita retorts in disbelief. "You- You don't just abandon them."

"I didn't abandon him if anything he-"

My voice filled with anger cuts off as I look to Rosita. She seemed caught off guard at my sudden outburst. Realising I had snapped my gaze drops to the ground. I see Rosita head tilt as if she was trying to figure out something while her line of sight remained on me. That when realisation seem to spread on her face as well as a sense of pity follow in her words.

"Carl... Were you and Ron...?" Rosita question quietly.

Before I can even decide what my answer will be the sound of Daryl and Denise footsteps come from down the street. I glance over my shoulder just to make sure it was them. Rosita decides to drop the question while she moves to get up and stand by me.

"Bout time." Rosita remarks. "Carl gone mute."

I roll my eyes whilst Daryl continues to walk on and Denise moves to stand by Rosita. I walk ahead beside Daryl letting Denise and Rosita talk. Hopefully that meant the two of them leaving me alone for the time being. Though it was obvious Daryl was annoyed so I decided to stay quiet and continue to walk by his side. I kept my eyes on the surrounding tree and buildings, part of me hoping to find a walker. I tried to stop my thoughts lingering to Ron.

However in trying to ignore my thoughts about him I just started to be flooded with worry thoughts. I tap my finger tips against the knife that sat in my waist band. I could see Daryl side glancing me with the way I was acting but he choose to say nothing. And Jesus, was I happy he didn't. I don't think I could handle someone asking if I was okay anymore.

Walking in silence was unbearable to a point after a few minutes. The longer we stayed quiet the louder my thoughts got with screaming at me. Ron ran through my mind, mostly the sight of him laying on the ground in his blood. Feeling restless I reach up to adjust my hat only to realise I hadn't been wearing it. So instead I settle for pushing my hair back. I drop my hand back down so it landed on top of the blade that was strapped to my waist band.

"There!" Denise points out loudly.

Risota clamps a hand over Denise mouth. "Shush."

Denise eyes widen before answering with a muffled, "Sorry."

Daryl tighten his lips together as if to stop himself from saying something. I can't ever remember him doing that for anyone. I decide not to question it. Instead look where Denise is pointing only to see a store that was covered in hand prints of blood. You have got to be kidding me. The other's of course see nothing wrong with this and with weapons raised they move towards the store. I walk behind everyone else following their lead of keeping a look out.

I keep a look out across the open area while Rosita and Daryl work on opening the door. Impatiently I begin to tap my fingers against the handle of my blade again. What was wrong with me? Letting out a shaky breath I turn just in time to see Daryl break the metal doors open. Denise and Rosita walk in first. Just as I go to walk in Daryl's hand goes up in front of my chest bringing me to holt. Looking up to him confused I can see the seriousness in his expression.

"I know you got alotta baggage with everything that happen with Ron." Daryl starts.

Oh no, not him too. I knock his hand away before repeating once again. "I'm fine."

"No you're not." Daryl words make me stop, caught off guard. "But right now I need you to focus. I can't watch the pair of you."

Daryl then walks ahead of me into the store. I let the store door close in front of me while I suddenly get lost in my thoughts and I stop for a second to take in his words. Was I really so unfocused? How obvious was I being? I didn't think that I was- Maybe I just should have stay behind to take care of Ron. I get a sick feeling in my stomach again thinking of Ron waking up without me there. I groan loudly before putting my hands over my face.

Tear welled in my eye but I refuse to let any fall. Instead I drop my hands to look around the place in search of a Walker. Maybe that would help somehow? I mean I doubted it but I needed to let everything out and right now all I could think was to be destructive. I start to walk out but before I can even get five steps a loud crash comes from inside the store. Quickly racing inside I take my knife out. Panicked I look around to see Denise with a slightly guilty look. She turned to an annoyed looking Daryl.

When I walk in Denise is already moving pass me with her head down as she quickly leaves the store. What happened? Looking to Daryl and Rosita in questioning. Both just look to each other before turning back to grab more medicine. Not really sure of what to do I place my knife back into its place before turning to walk back out the store. Noticing on the way out all the shattered glass. Getting gout side I look for Denise only to find her sitting by one of the pillars.

I walk closer to her to see her head was down while she tried to hide her tears. Not knowing why I feel guilty when I watch her. Unsure I sit down next to Denise with my legs crossed. I stay silent while I sit by her. Nothing really happened in the time we sit there. Well beside Denise reaching up to wipe tears from her face every once and a while. It not until Daryl and Rosita come out until Denise makes a move to even stand up.

Without a word Denise take off the way we came followed by Rosita. I look to Daryl for answer but he just answers with nothing more then a grumble for his response. I resist the urge to roll my eye at him before moving to walk behind Rosita and Denise. I ignore everything as we walk until the moment when Denise comes to a holt in front of me. Which ends up making me knock into the back of her. We both stumble in our footing for a second causing the two ahead look back at us. I step back after gaining my balance.

"What are you two doing?" Rosita questions obviously annoyed.

"There uh... There's a cooler in the car." Denise points over to the car with the Walker in the front seat. "It may have something important, something we can use."

Rosita responses barley even giving the car a glance. "We got what we came for."

"Nah," Daryl agrees with Rosita. "It ain't worth the trouble, come on."

Both of them turn around to start walking again. Neither bothering to look back. Both just think that Denise would follow along quietly. I watch her while she looks between the car and the backs of Rosita and Daryl. With what I am guessing is not much thought on Denise part, she begins to walk over to the car with the Walker. Only pausing for a moment, Denise looks into the window of the car before deciding to walk around to the opposite side.

Silently I follow behind her keeping a distance when I notice the look on her face. You could see just how much Denise wanted to do this. I stand near by just incase leaning against the bummer of the car. Watching as Denise opens the door I hold my breath while she reaches into grab the container. It doesn't take long for both Denise and the Walker to be on the ground. The sound of the Walker and of everything tumbling out of the car makes Daryl and Rosita finally turn around.

I jolt up to move to Denise side with my blade now in hand. Just as I'm about to stab the knife into the back of the dead woman's head Denise yells for me to stop. Confused I pull my hand back making sure to hold my blade ready just incase. Looking to Daryl I can see the worry clear on his face while he judges whether or not to listen to Denise and help her.

Though when I look back Denise is standing up with both hands on her hips while she tries to catch her breath. Denise barely takes a step from the Walker before leaning over and completely emptying her stomach. Vomit barley missing her shoes but completely covering her glasses instead.

"Oh man." Sh whines while standing up. "I just through up on my glasses."

Denise reaches down to pick up her glasses before just placing them into her jacket pocket and making her way over to the cooler. I glance back at Daryl to him slowly loosing his temper while watching Denise.

"Hot damn." Denise says to herself in disbelief.

"A can of soda?" I question confused.

"What was that?" Daryl ignores my question to ask Denise. "You could have died right there you know that?!"

"Yeah, I do."

"Are you hearing me?!" Daryl asks louder.

Denise snaps. "You could have died killing those saviours! Both of you! But you didn't, you wanna live you take chance. Thats how it works." Denise glances at me for a spilt second before glancing back at Daryl. "That's what I did."

"For a couple damn sodas?" Daryl questions her.

"Nope." She response. "Just this one."

Denise walks off without anymore more words to anyone heading straight for the track again. I glance between the Daryl and Rosita who were now looking between each other in what seemed like disbelief. Rosita is the first to move out of the two heading straight for Denise in long strides.

Reaching out I knock Daryl's arm, "This isn't gonna end well."

"You think." He mutters.

We both walk to the tracks at the time Rosita now standing by Denise. "Are you seriously that stupid?"

"Are you?" Denise retorts sounding just as annoyed. "I mean it are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me? What this whole thing is to me? You see I have training in this shit. I'm not just making it up as I go along like with the stitches and the surgery and the..." Denise eyes fall on me in that moment making me look away to watch the tree line instead. "I ask you to come with me because you're brave like my Brother and you actually make me feel safe... And I wanted you hear because you're alone, probably for the first time in your life. And you're strong than you think you are and that gives me hope that maybe I can be too."

I glance over my shoulder to see Denise turning to face me. "You, Carl you're here to hide from everything you're suppose to be dealing with because you are terrified that your boyfriend is dying and instead of being with him you're here. You're scared!.."

Tears welled and knots tie in the pit of my stomach. I look away to stare at the tree line again. I notice something moving as Denise continues.

"... Just like me, I could have gone with Tiara, I could of told her I loved her... But I didn't because I was afraid that's what stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit and it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong-"

"Daryl." I interrupt.

The more Denise talks the closer the movement get. I reach for my gun that was strapped to my leg. Daryl notices and follows my line of sight. In that moment a guy with a cross bow stand up to aim it towards us. I reach out, scared to push Denise seeing the bolt heading for her. Denise turns her head towards me confused in that second making the bolt still hit her. Instead now it shot into the side of her face and through one of her cheeks coming out underneath her chin.

My eyes widen at the sight when she begins to fall. Daryl reaches for her while she falls. Rosita pulls out her gun while I crouch down by Denise. Who now had blood pooling out of her mouth, coughing as she begun to chock on it. I grab her shoulders tip her to her side so the blood was easier to spit out. Daryl had gotten up to raises his gun while I tried reassuring Denise as she franticly reached out to grab my hand.

Her grip is tight and terror was clearly all over here face. The people who shot the bolt started to yell at us. I ignored for the most part only giving a slight glance their way to see each one had their guns up. Expect for a blonde one with one half of his face burnt. I see Eugenie kneeling in front of him looking between the group, fear obvious on his face. How the fuck we going to get out of this one?