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Ok, I know I have neglected this story for almost a month, but, I'm back.
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Chapter 14

The next morning everyone was sitting around the fire munching on the breakfast Carol had made, watching Glenn walk to the head of the group, calling our attention to him.
"Um, guys. So, the barn's full of walkers."
Everyone stopped dead.
"What?"
Shaking my head, we all almost ran to barn to see if what Glenn had said was true. Hearing the unmistakable groaning inside the old, worn out barn; I got a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"You cannot tell me you are ok with this."
Sighing, I watched Shane approach Rick obviously pissed off.
This will not end well.
"You will not, this is not our land."
"This is our lives man!"
"Lower your voices."
Turning to look at Glen as he tried to calm down the enraged man.
"We can't just sweep this under the rug."
Stepping closer to the barn, I looked threw the same crack Shane did to see a walker starring right at me.
Next thing I knew all hell broke loose between Daryl and Shane, turning around away from the haunting eyes. Not missing the look of shock on everyone's faces.
What the hell did I miss?

After deciding Shane would keep watch over the barn and make sure it was safe, I pulled Carol aside to find out what I had subconsciously blocked out.
"Why was everyone looking at me back at the barn? I must have zoned out or something, 'cause I missed everything."
Sighing she motioned for me to sit down. Easing onto the ground I looked up at the older woman, as she sighed again.
"Shane yelled at Daryl what happened at the CDC."
Feeling the color drain from my face, I knew instantly what she was talking about.
"Why?"
"He got fired up, I'll talk to Daryl for you if you want me to."
Feeling tears spring to my eyes as the reality of the situation hit me.
"Please? He won't talk to me. I'll be lucky if he wants to see me again."
Carol placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it before she made her way to the barn.
Forcing my shaky legs up, I grabbed my recurve from my back. Fixing a glare on the man that just ruined my relationship with the hick.

"Shane."
Looking up in shock for a second before he went back to looking at the barn.
"You really are a son of a bitch, you know that?"
Looking over at me again, finally taking in my loaded arrow, knowing that I wouldn't hesitate to shoot him at this point.
"He needed to know."
"Hell no he didn't. I told you last night that I love him, and you used that against me."
"What are you gonna do about it? Shoot me?"
"I can do that. Make me feel better."
Standing up he looked down at me.
"Don't make threats you can't follow threw on bitch."
Growling, I lowered my bow, knowing I couldn't shoot part of my family. No matter how much it would make me feel better. Turning on my heels, I stormed back to camp.

Sitting in front of the fire, I didn't know what to do. All I could do was pray that Daryl would listen to Carol. Focusing on the small flame, I didn't know how long I had been sitting there; next thing I knew I felt a calloused hand on my bare shoulder. Looking up, smiling a little as Daryl offered me a hand up.
Lightly taking it, easily he lifted me to my feet. Kissing his cheek lightly, he smirked down at me.
"After we look for Sophia, we're gonna talk."
"Yeah."
Nodding we made our way over to the house where we were supposed to meet Rick. Mouthing a thank you to Carol as we quickly approached the white house, only to see Rick, Shane, and Dale missing.
"There you are, what the hell?"
"Rick told us we he was goin out."
"Damn it, isn't anybody takin this seriously? We got us a damn trail."
Turning around, I watched his eyes focus on something, causing me to turn around. Only to find Shane walking up with the gun bag.
"Here we go, what's all this?"
Walking closer I watched as Shane handed Daryl a shot gun, tossing one to me next.
"Time to grow up. Andrea you got yours?"
"Yeah, where's Dale?"
"He's on his way."
"Thought we couldn't carry?"
"We can if we have to, look it's one thing if we's sittin around here pickin daisies when we thought this place was safe, but now we know it ain't."
Nodding in agreement, I watched Shane offer a gun to Glen, silently praying he would take it.
Grinning when he nodded and grabbed the gun, not agreeing completely when Shane handed Carl the hand gun. But I knew it had to be done, we had to make this place safe.
All of a sudden I heard T dog go 'oh shit.'
Turning around we spotted Rick leading a walker by a catch pole with Hershel and his boy.
"The hell is that."
Taking off at a full run, I followed the group. Reaching the barn I kept my gun trained on the female walker as Daryl watched the male. Blocking out Shane's yelling, knowing if I needed to shoot I needed to keep my concentration and not be focused on his rant.
All of a sudden he shot the girl three times in the chest; on any living person the shots would have been fatal.
Finally he walked up to her and shot her point blank in the head. She fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
Turning my gun to the barn doors, knowing full well what Shane was about to do.
Focusing fully as the walkers pushed past the now open doors. Taking out as many walkers as I could, feeling the familiar kick of the gun, finally the last walker fell. Breathing a sigh of relief for a second; not daring to look at Hershel. Until a groan caught my attention; watching as Sophia wondered past the doors. I stood there in shock. Watching as Rick stepped forward and shot the little girl we had all come to know and love, in the head.
Hearing Carol, I ran over to her where Daryl looked at a lost as to what to do.
Pulling the crying woman up, telling her not to look as she ran back to the RV. Turning to Daryl he pulled me to him, throwing my arms around his neck as I cried over the little girl I had started to see as a daughter. Lifting me up, he carried me back to our tent. Setting me down on our make shift bed, I forced myself to stop crying.
"We need to check on Carol."
Nodding we walked over to the RV, climbing into it, Daryl sat across from her as I sat next to her. Not saying anything, we slowly began to except what had happened.

Finally Lori walked in telling us the funeral was ready, walking out of the RV. Knowing Daryl could emphasis with the woman better than I could. Reaching the burial site, grabbing Daryl's hand as we finished burring everyone.
Reaching our tent, I sighed knowing the conversation that was about to take place.
"Tell me what happened at the CDC."
Sitting on the bed I pulled Daryl down with me.
"I was in the game room after my shower, just browsing threw the books, when Shane slammed the door open. Obviously he was drunk. Next thing I knew he had me bent over a table, and he raped me. I tried to stop him Daryl, I really did."
Pulling my knees to my chest, all of a sudden feeling unworthy of the man sitting next to me.
"But he wouldn't listen when he was done he took off, and I located a couple bottles of Jack."
"That's why you were shit faced when Glen brought you back to the room."
"Yeah."
Reaching over he pulled me to him, saying something about moving the tent away from the main camp.
Nodding I helped him pack everything up, setting up the tent again when we reached a large tree with a ton of shade. Crawling inside I made our bed, in time to hear Daryl yell at Lori that he wasn't looking for people anymore.
Shaking my head, I didn't like how Daryl was changing, but I knew we needed him to be the leader. Not Shane and not Rick. Sliding outside the tent, I sat next to him as he worked on a new arrow.
"I'm sorry."
He looked over at me, wrapping an arm around my waist, silently going back to his arrow.

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