Okay, so there a few things you may or may not know about me when it comes to group decisions:

1. I never get a say in choosing of options and,

2. The most voted option is NEVER what I vote for.

I don't understand this sorcery.

This time, it's either we go 100 miles out of our way to the CDC or we continue our path to Fort Bennett. Both options are a terrible dilemma.

And after last night's death of Amy, and the kidnapping of T-Dog, we wanted to get a move on. But the only thing is Jim got bit, too.

The whole group was stressed out of their mind, and while Shane was trying to make the practical choice and Rick was trying to make the moral choice, he's dying.

Speaking of Rick, we did in fact leave him behind, and he made his way back to camp even before we did, without any sign of Walkers. Lucky bastard.

"I say Fort Bennett," Daryl, the love of my life, said seriously, "we're already headin' toward it anyway."

"Yeah," I agreed, putting my hair in a tight bun before glancing at the staring faces. Sometimes, I felt like the leader with the way Andrea and Carol stared at me. "It doesn't make sense wasting the gas."

"We'd be going past cars," Shane added stiffly. He looked at me reassuringly, making my stomach clench unwillingly. What happened last night was nothing, I told myself repeatedly, we all thought we were going to die.

"I'm pretty sure Daryl's system can only handle so much gas, with that blue hose and all," I said, letting my hands fall loosely after I finished with my hair. I touched it again self consciously; my hair hadn't been up that much, ever. I was always an anti-hair tie kind of girl.

"She's right," he said, standing up from the lawn chair and smiling when I nodded, "that stuff do not fair well with my stomach. If we gonna do this I'm gonna need a clear hose."

Rick looked at the group pleadingly as Shane kept collectively calm. Again, I was agreeing with Shane. And it sincerely had nothing to do with the fact that he can put butterflies with ADHD in my stomach.

"Going to the CDC is blind luck," he added, shaking his head and holding on to the strap of his crossbow.

That and the fact I'd be stuck with an angry Daryl, in the truck, for 100 miles. As much as I love him, I don't think I had the willpower.

"Okay, let's take a vote," Shane said, raising a few select eyebrows, including mine. Shane was always an 'I say it goes' person. "Whoever says going to the CDC raise their hands."

Shane silently counted and sighed heavily. "That's the majority."

I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms as a smile the size of Manhattan spread across Rick's face. I suppressed a dozen cuss words, and by the looks on their faces, so did Shane and Daryl.

"Wait, what-" I yelled, silenced by Shane's hand that rose to his mouth. He shook his head.

I huffed angrily and walked to Daryl's side. We shared the anger as Shane talked to Rick. Shane's jaw was twitching, a signal to me that Rick was saying something he didn't like.

"He's not going to change his mind," Daryl muttered.

"Maybe Lori can change it," I suggested.

"Lori voted for the CDC too."

I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose, walking to the truck. We saw this coming and packed ahead of time, we just didn't know the route would be changed.

"Where are you going?" Daryl asked, walking with me.

"If we're going to this fricken CDC we best be going now!" I yelled, reminding me of a low tempered Daryl. I even chose my words carefully to sound more like him.

Daryl smirked and gave me a lovingly pat on the back, and before he released, his arm went lower, skimming my butt with the tip of his fingers. I blushed unknowingly, getting sly glances from him. He knew what he did; it was no accident.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better," I laughed, "it's not going to do much good where were going."

Daryl laughed along with me and nodded. "Well, I think we're actually goin' right this minute. That's one good thing about this trip."

I looked around at the busy bee camp, watching Morales talk to Rick, Lori and Carl packing up their stuff, and the rest of the group already getting in their cars. Shane and his jeep caught my eyes and I found myself batting my eyelashes slightly when he looked over this way, giving me a sexy smirk in return before climbing into his jeep. I had a sudden urge to ride with him instead of Daryl.

"Hey," Daryl said, patting my chest to get my attention. I turned around and followed where Daryl was pointing, towards where Morales and his family where standing.

"I think we're gonna leave," Morales said confidently, although there was a little unsure mixed in.

"We have family in Georgia. We're going to try to find them," Morales' wife, Miranda added. Their two kids, Eliza and Louis, stood in front of them. Like usual, not saying a word and not displaying any emotion on their faces. Poor kids. At least they were fortunate to have their parents still.

"If you think this is the right decision to make," Rick said, nodding his head once as Morales nodded his.

Carol and Lori gathered around Miranda and thanked and hugged her, and even though I didn't know Miranda or her two kids very well, I still gave them my condolences. Morales and I weren't exactly best friends either, but I hugged him anyway and wished him on his way. At last minute, Eliza gave her doll to Sophia.

We all watched the family get into their car and drive away. Rick waited until they were a few meters away before waving his hand, signaling the rest of us to start heading out.

I sighed and reluctantly followed Daryl to his truck, nostalgically looking in the back before climbing into the passenger seat. Merle's motorcycle laid in the bed of the truck, still covered with the dirt stained canvas cloth like he went missing yesterday. Nothing like swallowing sadness for breakfast in the morning. Especially when you never eat breakfast.

"Hey," Daryl softly spoke, lacing his fingers through mine and pulling it to the console. He kissed my fingers and set them back down. "It's gonna be okay."

I smiled gently and squeezed his hand, gazing out my window once we started moving. The Winnebago was routinely first, following Carol's car, then Daryl and me, and surprisingly last, Shane. We were forced to leave T-Dog's vehicle behind.

It was a melancholy break up; Morales went south on the road out and the rest of us went north. It felt weird to leave them, but it was their choice. We all saw it coming anyway, someone would leave before making a big decision, and I definitely didn't blame them for leaving.

I kinda hoped it would've been Daryl and I who'd left first.

As soon as we pulled up to the humongous glass plated building, the sun was just about setting. If the CDC was a dead end, so were our lives; there's no way we would survive through the night this close to the city.

"What d'ya think?" I asked Shane when he caught up to me as we were making our way to the entrance of the CDC. Routinely, we looked around for Walkers, or in this case, people that were actually alive.

He smirked in way of a reply and shook his head in disbelief. "Second dumbest decision this group has ever made."

"What was the first?" I asked curiously.

"Birthday-Day."

I smirked at first, and then uncontrollably bellowed out laughing. Daryl, who walked ahead of us, looked back suspiciously.

"Sorry," I apologized and waited for the giggles to cease before I spoke again. "You're not the one who calls shots anymore, ya know."

Shane glanced at me angrily as if I was degrading him. I shrugged my shoulders innocently.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked seriously. I rolled my eyes.

"You've heard this before," I lectured, scoffing as he still looked at me, offended.

We stepped around the left behind military barricades that had protected the CDC, it becoming obvious that they failed their mission on account of the dead, scattered bodies that dotted the field and the post they set up. It was almost a reminder that Walkers were more powerful than us. Even the most powerful forces in the world couldn't keep these monsters at bay.

"Explain," he grunted, and even though I was sure he had heard all this before, I sighed and cracked my neck.

"Rick is in charge because he's the one with the family to take care of. Would you like me to formulate any other excuses?"

"Never mind," he scowled, gritting his teeth and walking in front of me and eventually passing Daryl.

"I'd rather me say it calmly than Rick shoving it in your face one day!" I yelled to him, Daryl slowing down to my pace and walking with me.

We finally reached the big, metal doors that kind of looked like garage doors but were no doubt used for protection instead of harboring cars. Rick banged on the door and yelled, but no one answered.

"Keep your voice down," Shane snapped at Rick, glancing at the setting sun every few seconds, growing more weary as Rick still noisily pounded on the metal.

"No one's here," I sighed, not too surprised that this place was abandoned. I didn't have hope in it in the first place.

The people who did actually have hope in the CDC for whatever questions they were hoping to be answered sighed nervously, Lori actually walking up to Rick and tugging at his shirt.

"We can't be this close to the city. Not after dark," she urgently said, simply relaying what all of us were thinking.

"Someone's here," Rick whispered, making it seem like he was talking to himself. It was a real possibility at this point. "The camera."

"Okay," Shane said, attempting to haul Rick away. Rick was kicking and screaming as if he were a child.

"You're killing us!" Rick yelled, finally accepting his fate, letting Shane let go of him as we al headed, disappointedly, back to our vehicles. At the very last minute, the big door opened, shining out a blinding and hope filled light out into the open.

Maybe Shane really was wrong this time.