Hello again. Since I rewrote chapter 1, I've decided to do the same for chapter 2. Not just because of the mistakes, but also because I can't sleep. Haha. Gotta love insomnia. Hope this is better than the older one. I've been told I write my better pieces when I'm tired. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who takes the time to read my story. It's really an honor to have so many people take time out of their day to read, review, follow, or favorite my story. :)

Elizabeth sat watching the fire dying down a little ways away. Daryl, the man she'd met earlier had stayed with her to discuss several matters. So far he hadn't said much. Just watched Elizabeth out of the corner of his eyes, often times looking at her pregnant belly. Elizabeth was growing tired of the silence, and pulled herself up to her feet with the support of a nearby tree stump. "Why don't we head inside to talk?" Elizabeth asked, looking down at Daryl. He nodded once before getting up and following her into the house.

Elizabeth walked into the living room, sitting down on the floor beside the coffee table. She patted the side beside her, offering him to sit down with her. He moved forward to sit, but instead of sitting beside her, he sat on the opposite side. He noted the bags that were sitting on the couch.

"You goin' somewhere girlie?" Daryl asked her.

"Please, call me Elizabeth. And I thought about it.. I just can't stay in this house.." Her gaze stayed on the wooden table. He grabbed a map from his pocket, unfolding it and setting it down on the table. His finger fell on a clear area that appeared to be a clearing along the road. Elizabeth looked at it, then back up to him.

"There's uh place a couple miles west of here. 'S safe. Even got us uh doctor there." She couldn't believe the words she was hearing. There were other survivors in this hellish new world? She had lost faith that there was anyone else in this new way of life. That it was 2 vs the world. Yet that wasn't the case. They were just a few miles out. Hell, not even a days walk away. "If ya wanted to, you could travel back with me. Maybe talk Rick in ta lettin' you stay."

"Who's Rick?" Elizabeth asked.

"Sorta like the leader of our group."

/ Wait, had he said our? Just how many people are in this group..?/ Elizabeth thought to herself.

"I didn't think that many people survived.. How many people are in your group?"

"'Bout 15 or so." The man said, sitting back a bit.

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you all the way out here? If you needed supplies there's a town just a mile down that stretch of road you're hiding out on." Daryl looked up at her a moment. He said nothing, just sat there thinking. Or at least Elizabeth assumed he was thinking. After a moments pause he spoke. "I'm out lookin' fer a little girl. She got seperated from the group 'while back."

"Oh, I'm sorry.. Is she yours?"Elizabeth felt her motherly instinct kicking in, and she had to fight herself from reaching over the table and rubbing his back to comfort him. Though instead of looking sad, or even angry, he just looked annoyed at the girl. As if she were catching on way to slow, or skipping over an important detail.

"I said A little grl. Not MY little girl." He snatched the map off the table and started folding it. When he was finished he shoved it up into his pocket and stood up.

"So you wanna head out to the farm with me, or what? I ain't waitin' all day. To dangerous to travel at night."

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Elizabeth stumbled over large tree branches and rocks that were scattered across the dim forest floor. Her feet felt heavy and swollen, and that sleepless night was catching up to her pretty quickly. She kept her eyes straight ahead, watching Daryl to make sure she didn't get lost along the way. She could tell by the way he moved he was very able-bodied. Even with a cross bow and the girl's backpack, he moved efficiantly. Maneuvering around trees and corners appeared natural for him. It made Elizabeth feel a bit pathetic for feeling so worn down.

She decided to try to keep her mind off of it. If she forgot about the dull ache in her legs, maybe the trip wouldn't feel so long, she concluded. She started to make a list of every Spanish word she could remember from high school. At first the list started out pathetically small, though as time passed it grew longer and longer. Until she couldn't think of anymore.

/Hmm.. Do I have leche..? Yes../ She racked her brain for several minutes until another popped into her head.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, smiling at her small accomplishment.

/Libro!/

At the sound of her cry Daryl spun around in an instant. His bow was pointed at her chest. He'd mistaken her cry of excitement for one of distress. Once he realized that there was no current threat he dropped his aim. His eyes held fury as he leaned down close to the girl. Elizabeth's smile faded away as he started to speak.

"What you tryin ta do Girlie? Git ever' walker around on us?!" He spat in a low angry whisper.

Elizabeth could feel her cheeks growing warmer as he scolded her. What an ass she had been. "I'm sorry.." She whispered back.

"Jus' keep quiet. I ain't gonna be gettin' killed cuz some idiot girl can't keep 'er mouth shut." He turned back to the trail, but before they could start moving again something rustled in the brush beside them. Elizabeth took a step back and caught her foot on a tree limb. She started to fall backwards, but before she hit the ground she felt a strong hand enclose around her wrist, holding her up from the ground. Daryl looked down at her a bit annoyed, with a look on his face that simply screamed 'I told you so.'

He pulled the woman back on her feet and looked back towards the brush, his cross bow ready to fire. He looked back at Elizabeth and mouthed 'Stay here' while moving forward.

Elizabeth could feel her heart beating faster as adrenaline pumped through her veins. She was no longer thinking about the pain in her legs, but rather how long she'd have to run to get to a river she'd seen awhile back. Her eyes wandered in the general direction they'd come from. Though before she could even move a single step in the other direction she heard an arrow flying through the air.

THUMP!

A 6-point buck fell from the brush causing Elizabeth to jump back a step. She stayed frozen as Daryl moved forward, kneeling beside the deer.

"Hello dinner." He said as he brought out his hunting knife. "Get ready ta move Girlie. We're gonna haf'ta high tail outta here. When the wind catches scent of this here deer, ever' walker will be on their way over here." Elizabeth watched as he field-dressed the deer, blood and guts spilling onto the ground. Elizabeth suddenly felt a wave of nusea roll through her, and in a second she'd whirled around and lost what little was in her stomach beside a tree. Normally things like this didn't effect her. It was the scent that had got to her.

/Sometime's being pregnant is a pain in my ass../ She thought to herself.

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"Listen we're gettin' close to the farm." Daryl said as he stopped for a moment before they had reached another clearing. Daryl had been caring the buck across his shoulders the last 3 miles, and still he didn't seem effected by the weight. Elizabeth again felt a bit pathetic for feeling so exhausted just carrying a backpack and the man's cross bow. "I want ya to stay close to me. Folks might mistake you fer uh walker. 'Specaially with you bein' so pale and covered in blood an' all."

Elizabeth just shook her head, trying to see ahead. Daryl continued forward, breaking through the last row of tree'sof the forrest. Elizabeth almost froze in her tracks when she saw it. Acres upon acres of plowed farm land with a large older home smack in the middle. It was the type of house that people normally associated with the south. One's you saw in movies where a whole family would be sitting on the pourch drinking lemonade in hot southern summer days. Though the house and field didn't suprise her nearly as much as the movement of people ahead. People. Not walkers.

A low whistle escaped her lips as she looked up ahead. "I didn't think places like this existed anymore.." She said softly. Daryl looked down at her a second before looking back up.

"At first, niether did I."

Up ahead Elizabeth saw a group of men running towards them. Along with 2 females. One looked older, frail almost, and the other had curly blonde hair. The only reason her eyes were focused on the women was because one appeared to be distance made it hard for Elizabeth to hear what she was screaming, so she listened closer.

"Sophia?!" She was crying out. She repeated it several times before she froze. She had just gotten close enough for Elizabeth to see defined facial features, but the look on her face was pure heart break. Elizabeth didn't have long to wonder why she looked upset before the group of men had approached.

A man with dark brown hair and light blue eyes spoke first. His voice was calming, yet his eyes held curiousity. "Who's this? And where did you find her?" Elizabeth wasn't sure if she was suppost to speak or not. It didn't sound like the question was directed at her, but everyone had their gaze on her. Everyone except Daryl.

Finally Daryl broke the silence. "I found 'er while I was out lookin' fer Sophia. I mistook 'er fer a walker, and almost took off 'er head. Turns out she just lost the last person she was travelin' with. So she was alone. I couldn' let 'er stay behind. Not when I found out she was pregnant." Finally he looked down at her. His facial expression and voice were emotionless. "She's Elizabeth. Elizabeth somethin' or another."

Elizabeth found it was time for her to speak. She was slightly annoyed to have someone talking for her. "It's Sawyer." She said looking straight at the man who'd spoke earlier. Elizabeth Sawyer. And who might you all be?"

The man looked back at the two others, then back at Elizabeth. His gaze seemed guarded at first, as if he was thinking wiether or not he should tell her any of their information. Finally he spoke. "My name's Rick. You've already met Daryl here." He turned slightly pointing at a younger asain boy to his left. "This is Glenn." Again he turned, but this time to his right. He was pointing to a well built man with a shaven head. Elizabeth didn't like the coldness in this man's eyes. "And that's Shane." Elizabeth stepped forward, shaking each of their hands. She paid specially attention to who had a firm grip and who didn't. Her father always said you could tell everything you needed to know about a man by his hand shake.

"We can discuss you staying here after you get situated. Does that seem fair?" He asked. Elizabeth just shook her head.

"I'm tired of all this damn yappin'." Daryl said as he started forward again. "I been carryin' this deer for a couple miles now. It's gettin' heavy."

Elizabeth followed him, completely forgetting about the men behind her. She would stay by Daryl for now. He was the only one she knew she could trust.