It was a men's shelter. No wonder the diners had been giving her strange looks all throughout the night. Noah laughed when he found out that Beth was only realizing this. "The women and children's shelter is actually a few streets down, but they don't got any openings for volunteers. Looks like you're stuck with us."

"I knew there had to be something wrong," said Beth. "I'm starting to think my sister's right."

"Rough time in the city?"

"I'm an intern at the police station. They're not paying me either."

"Man, I'd never do that much work for free. I mean, I don't mind doing this but I work at a Wal-mart part time. Eh...sorry about that guy today. I guess it wouldn't help if I told you that Axel's a sex offender."

Beth couldn't believe it. "Well thanks. I needed to hear that," she said sarcastically.

"Easy," Noah laughed. "I don't think it was for anything serious."

"What about that other man who was here tonight...Daryl?"

Noah's mood instantly changed . "Daryl Dixon? He was here?"

"While you were in the back. Father Gabriel kicked him out cause he was trying to smoke."

"I've been hearing stories about him," he said. "...from some of guys that come here. They're scared shitless of him...saying he and his brother were involved in some nasty stuff. I think his brother's in prison right now."

"For what?"

"I dunno. They don't seem to talk about it. It just something you could sense in them."

After having a first rough night in the soup kitchen Beth began to question whether or not she wanted to come back again. "Will we be seeing you next week?" Father Gabriel asked her as she was getting ready to leave.

"I...I'm not sure."

"I know it can be hard dealing with some of these men," he said. "But doing God's work requires alot of perseverance towards our fellow man, and in the end we're giving them a little something that makes a big difference, even if they don't seem to show gratitude. Well...I do hope you consider it. It would mean a lot."

She was grateful that she had a week to think about whether or not she wanted to come back. It was something she pondered as she headed to the metro stop. One day at a homeless shelter would not look good on a resume. If she really wanted to get a good paying job soon, she had to step up her game, prove she could endure and tolerate all kinds of people.

Along the way, Beth realized that she hadn't had dinner and stopped at a corner deli to get a ham sandwich. She then got to the bench at the metro stop and was ready to eat when she was alarmed by some rattling noises. Just feet away from her, she could see the back of a man as he was digging through a trash bin. In what little light there was, Beth swore that she saw a pair of angel wings.

When the man turned to put something in a nearby grocery cart, that's when Beth recognized his face...Daryl, the man from the soup kitchen.

She must have been crazy for what she did next. She got up from her bench and headed over to Daryl. He didn't seem to be paying attention to anything other than digging through the garbage amongst him. A small cough escaped Beth and Daryl finally looked up. His face gave a silent recognition of the girl infront of him.

"Um...I just wanted to thank you, for what you did for me at the soup kitchen today."

Daryl was still quiet.

"I know you don't like the food there," Beth said as she held out the unopened sandwich to him. "Here."

Daryl stared at her as if she was the crazy person. "Don't take charity."

"It's okay. You can have it. I'm not that hungry." As if on cue, Beth's stomach growled giving away her lie. But Daryl seemed to ignore it all. "Told ya, I don't take handouts."

"But," Beth wondered. "How do you eat?"

Daryl seemed very aggravated. "What? Don't think I can take care of myself, just 'cause I live out here?"

Beth got defensive. "I'm just wondering how you survive?"

"I earn it," he said. "I'm not some asshole thief if that's what you're wonderin'".

"Well then," she said. "You earned this."

Daryl only stared at the sandwich but showed no actual interest in taking it. Beth saw the lights of the approaching metro and she knew she had to get back. It would be too dangerous to wait even another hour if she missed this one. Daryl seemed to have known that she had to go too.

"Take your sandwich."

He said no more to her and went back to his rummaging. Beth gave up and went to board the metro. As it was leaving the stop, Beth looked through the window and could only watch as Daryl continued to stuff trash bags into his grocery cart and began pushing it to his next destination.

...

They were being overworked as usual. Now just to add to their workload, Dawn had now given Tara and Beth a particular quota as to how many files they had to go over during their shift. Even with two of them, it seemed impossible to get through the entire shift even with all the caffeine flowing in their bloodstream.

"I dunoo how you can read up on these Walker killings without throwing up," said Beth as she recoiled at the photos from her latest file.

"I try to think of them as scenes from a horror movie. Though I don't think any movie I saw ever had people just ripping their flesh off with their bare teeth. That's pretty sick." Tara was beating at their sorry excuse of a coffee pot. "Come on." She beat it again and nothing. "Really?!" She rattled the machine. It was clearly an old coffee machine that had stained with age. "Of course you're dead," she told it. "Well, that's it. I can't do anymore work without more to drink."

"We're not halfway finish with the quota."

"Never mind the quota," said Tara. "Think you can grab a cup from the coffee bar in the hall?"

"Isn't that for the officers...I mean...sorry I wasn't implying that you weren't a real officer."

"It's cool. But yeah, it does get used by Dawn and her little bitches as I like to call them. Don't tell anyone I said that either."

Beth laughed. "Well I'm not going out there to get coffee if I could get in trouble for it."

"Oh come on. They got coffee machines everywhere. It's not gonna kill them if we need a couple of cups to do our work and serves them right for giving us this piece of crap. They don't own that one in the hallway."

Beth still had a bad feeling. It seemed like the safest place she felt comfortable being in during her shift was in this records room. "I really don't know."

"Well if anyone asks, tell them I sent you. I'd go but then Dawn would get on me about being out there and not doing my work in here."

"Okay." Beth got up and was very nervous as she got to the door. Tara called out. "Good luck. I take mine black."

The hallway was particularly quiet which provided Beth with some ease. Most of the officers were in their offices or at their desks working. This particular hallway was narrow and very few people could be seen or see her. Once she got to the coffee bar, she was feeling more relaxed. Getting worked up over coffee would pretty ridiculous. She found herself humming softly as she was preparing the cups, one for Tara and one for herself.

"You're not supposed to be out here."

Beth nearly lost the coffees in her hands at the sound of the voice. Thankfully, it wasn't Dawn but the man she now turned to face didn't look anymore pleasant. "Sorry...Officer...uh...Gorman." She held it together, trying to not look like a nervous wreck infront of him. "The coffee pot in our office is broken. Tara said it's okay to get some here 'til we got a new one."

"Rookie gettin' you to cause some trouble over a coffee pot? She can be an ungrateful bitch at times. I'm gonna have a word with Dawn about her."

At this point, Beth really didn't know what to do. Should she try and walk away from Gorman? Leave the coffees there? Try to apologize again? She could have sworn she spent a whole minute there trying to figure out what to do and the whole time it seemed as if Gorman was both angry yet amused by it at the same time.

"Yeah, I know I'm kinda charming, but don't get any ideas."

What the hell was Gorman doing now? Beth had never been so confused. It was like he was messing with her head.

"Just go and don't let me see you again here or I'll have to tell Dawn you've been stealing."

"But...I wasn't..." She was at a loss for words now. Was she really going to get in trouble, lose her intership, over a couple cups of stinking coffee? This would be really disastrous considering all the amount of work she was putting in here. She nervously took the coffees and started walking past him. Beth could sense that even after walking a few feet down the hallway, he was watching her. And then she heard the footsteps...

"Hold it." Gorman came up from behind her. "Your shirt's untucked. You know how Dawn is about keeping a neat image."

Beth looked over. The part of the shirt that was untucked had to be somewhere to the side, almost reaching around the back. Either way, there was nothing she could do about it at the moment with a cup of warm coffee in each hand.

She could hear Gorman sigh. "Here, let me help with that." Beth was ready to reach over and hand Gorman the coffees. Instead she saw his hand reach down to the untucked part of her shirt and just froze. She felt him use two fingers to push the fabric into the hem of her pants, almost forcefully. Perhaps, he meant to be quick about it but she cringe knowing that his fingertips got too far past the fabric of her shirt and were making bare contact with her own skin, just above the panty-line...too close to it for comfort. The contact lasted no more than a second, but that was already too long not to feel disturbed.

It took everything within her to not vomit into her coffee cup.

She swore she saw Gorman smirk as he walked away. For a minute, she stood there trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It was nothing, she thought. Just a stupid accident. But the other part of her...her instinctive side, was screaming otherwise.

By some form of miracle, she made it back to the office. "Finally," said Tara. "I thought my coffee would be iced by now." Only when Tara reached for her cup did she look at Beth's face. "Whoa. You okay, Beth? You look like you've seen some shit."

Beth shook her head. "No...it's fine," she said. "It's nothing."

The amount of work they still had to do ended up being a God-send now as it gave Beth a distraction all the way until the shift's end. But the long trip back to the apartment was still plagued and haunted by the moment in that hallway with Gorman.

She opened the door, hoping for Maggie and Glenn to provide her more distraction from her thoughts. She was surprised to find that Maggie's face, as she was sitting on the living room couch, seemed similar to her own almost all day.

"Maggie? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Dad called today," her sister said. "And it's not good."