Sorry it's a bit short guys, I just wanted to do something because I was scared an agry mob would gather by my house if I didn't update! I've been really busy with some work, and over Christmas I started a little festive Doctor/River Romance Fanfic which I'll continue when I next feel festive (like, June). Since, I've been planning/working on a story called 'The Maze - The Best of Men' which is on FictionPress ( s/3091401/1/The-Maze-The-Best-Of-Men if you're interested) so I probably won't come back to this until when Walking Dead is back on Feb. 10th, unless people REALLY want me to. Enjoy!

"Well?" The man said, studying the stab wound delivered by the Sheriff, as The Doctor tried to make sense of this situation.

"I doubt they're gonna talk in this state, Daryl. Let's take 'em back to the house, let 'em calm down and get some sorta explanation then." The Sheriff replied, striding towards the distraught Amy.

"You sure about takin' them back to the house? We know nothin' about them and we're strugglin' ourselves." The man, Daryl, replied as the Sheriff crouched in front of Amy, scanning her face, her body language, her tears. "We got barely any food an' we need the ammo and guns ourselves."

"I don't use guns. Or any weapons. Ever. That's my rule." The Doctor replied, still shaking of shock from the body and these intimidating men.

"Well, I have no idea where you've been, but you're gonna need to break that rule now to survive man." The Sheriff replied, frowning in confusion. 'How has this man survived,' He asked himself, 'When so many with weapons have died?'

"No. Never. I don't do that." The Doctor replied adamantly, insulted that they didn't believe him. "In fact, I-"

"Don't." The Sheriff said simply, "Talk when we get back. 'Til then, stay quiet." That was said with more venom, harshly put. The Doctor wanted to say a million things, but nothing would be worthwhile in this instant. The Sheriff then turned to Amy, reaching a hand out to her as he stood up. "Come on. We can't just leave ya in the streets." He said invitingly to her, and she slowly looked up at him, then over to The Doctor, who nodded a silent 'It's ok, I'm here'. She stood up, slowly, her body aching from when he pushed her into the TARDIS, and the emotional chaos of the last few minutes. The Sheriff tried to wipe the tears off of her cheeks, but she pulled away, not trusting the man who tried to clean up her face with blood on his sleeve. The Doctor stood shakily, but steadied himself and strode over to Amy, putting his hands on her shoulders. The Sheriff led the way back to the convoy, gesturing for Amy and The Doctor to follow him, while Daryl walked the other way past the TARDIS, studying the mysterious Police Box as he passed it.

"What do we do?" Amy whispered to The Doctor, praying that he had a plan.

"I don't know."

The three words broke her heart.