The night was slow - luckily - there was only me and Daryl. Then the day was short. Normally the days drag out, due to the danger and the not knowing of what the future holds. We did a lot of target practice that day, but Daryl and Merel (thank God he's still missing) have taught me to shoot before. That night, I wanted to sleep in one of our tents with a still injured Daryl, but insisted that it was too dangerous and that I should sleep inside, so I did.

"Daryl?" I called out, getting myself out of bed. There was no reply. I put my hands on my hips and went out into the kitchen. Lorri was cleaning some dishes, looking as pale as snow. "Lorri?" I said, putting my hand on her shoulder.
"I'm fine, Brett. Don't worry." She wiped a tear with her arm, then went back to the dishes.
"You haven't seen Daryl, have you?"
"Um, no, sweetie. I'm sorry."
"Thanks," I mumbled, walking out.

Everything had an eerie edge to it. Glenn was sitting on a log, staring out into space. Andrea was no where to be seen and Dale wasn't on look-out. I wandered around, looking at people that were ignoring me. Glenn changed his view to the house, I looked where he was looking and saw Maggie shaking her head. I decided to ignore it, but when he stood up, everybody's eyes immediately went to him.
"OK, guys. Um," he paused, looking at the floor and catching his breath. "There's walkers in the barn."

Everything went silent. Even the birds silenced their calls. Nobody spoke for what seemed like a life-time, until Shane - the human volcano - exploded.
"Walkers? Walkers in the barn!" He screamed.
Rick was the first to hold him back from running to the house. "I'll talk to Hershel!" He yelled in his ears.
"This isn't safe! We've gotta either get rid of them, or we go," Shane calmed a tiny but, but you could still see the steam escaping from every part of his body. "Talk to Hershel. Or I'll do it." Shane stormed off with fire in his eyes, you could tell that nobody wanted Shane to speak to Hershel - someone would end up dead.

We all looked over to where Shane was walking to, and got up out of our seats to chase him.
"What's goin' on?" A deep, husky voice called from inside a tent.
"Daryl, quick," I shouted whilst running to the barn.
We stood outside of the barn and Daryl finally joined us with a gun (we've all warned him off of his cross-bow until he's better).

Shane started pushing on the doors of the barn when the moaning and growling scared us out of our skin.
"Leave it alone, Shane!" Lorri screamed. I didn't even notice her arrive.
"Fine!" Shane yelled, kicking the door once more before walking away with his strange limp.

Everybody, apart from Andrea, dispersed away from the barn. Daryl started limping toward the stables, I looked over at Carol who started to follow him, so I followed her.

He lifted a saddle and through it onto a holder. He winced and bent over in pain, making us run over to him.
"I'm fine," he moaned.
"Nobody thinks we're going to find her... I- I don't think we're gonna find her," Carol said, tears welling in her eyes.
"What?" Daryl said, mainly to himself.
"You can't go back out there, Daryl."
I stepped out of the way, listening to their conversation.
Daryl, in a fit of rage, slammed the saddle onto the floor and winced over in pain again. "You best leave me alone! Stupid bitch," He muttered the last part, which made Carol even more upset.

I ran over to her and embraced her in a hug.
"I'll talk to him, OK. It'll be fine," I whispered.
She nodded, wiping her tears away.

I sprinted after Daryl and called his name, making him turn to face me.
"Where're you going?" I demanded.
"To look for Sophia."
"No, no you're not. I've had eough of you running after a girl who's dead!" This was the first time I've ever screamed at Daryl; we've had our arguments, but I've raised my voice this high.
"Dead? You're just as bad as Shane." He turned away again, so I pulled him back, furious with his behaviour.
"Don't you walk away from me! Now, you listen Daryl Dixon. You found her doll. Not her, but her doll. You fell down that hill and just about made it back. What about that little girl, huh? What's the chances of her surviving that drop?" We were face to face, snarling at eachother.
"I think she's still out there. I don't care what you or anybody else thinks, I'm-"
"You never do!" I screamed, rawing in his face. "You never listen to me! NOt since the world went to shit, anyway," I paused to compose myself so that I could say the next part of my speech. "I left everything for you. I left mom, dad and even Brady. Just so that I could survive this shit world with you. What have you done, though? Leave me with strangers whilst you go out hunting, risk your life to save a dead girl." Tears were streaming down my face and for the first time, I let them.
"Brett, this world aint good. You gotta fight for family, whether they are or aren't."

He then turned away again but I pulled him back and took his face in my hands.
"You tell me if you want me or not. Because, Daryl, I have no idea why, but I... Whatever. You don't even treat me like your girl. So, if you don't want me, then tell me now. Because I don't wanna be hanging around with someone that doesn't want me."
He looked me in the eyes and kissed me more passionately then ever before. This is probably the first time that he's ever kissed me like this, it's normally just a peck or a quick kiss. "I do want you, but if you show weakness in this world, you pay for it."
I squinted. "You have no emotion and I can't take it anymore." I went up on my tip-toes to kiss him and he kissed me back.
"I know you love me, but I can't." We kissed again.
"I don't care." I went to kiss him, but he stopped me.
"I really like you, but love is a weakness. Survival is nesserssary."
"But you want me, right?"
He kissed me - again. "Right."
I grinned hugged him, he hugged me back with only one arm, but at least I knew what he was about.

We sat around the campfire eating fried eggs from the hen house, nobody was concentrating on anything apart from the barn.
"Where's Shane?" Andrea asked, putting a gun into her jeans.
"Dunno, went out. Looking for Dale, I think," Glenn replied.
From across the fields, moaning and growling ringed out to us. We looked at the source of the sound and froze in terror.

"Hell, no!" Screamed a voice from the other side of the fields. Shane sprinted across to Rick, Hershel and Billy who were leading walkers to the barn.
Everybody followed Shane's lead and ran over to the barn.

"What is this?" Shane screamed.
"Shane-"
"Enough!" He interupted Rick, but he really didn't care. "You think these things are people?" He got out his gun and shot the girl walker in it's stomach, then heart. Everybody pulled out their guns.
"Shane! It's enough!" Lorri screamed wilst protecting Carl.
"Yeah, it is." With that, he walked up to the walker and shot it in the head.

A/N: I know this chapter was a bit slow, but if you saw the mid-season finale, you know what's coming up... Also, I'm making it up from there. Obviously I have a slight idea in mind, but it could change. So please leave a comment and maybe a suggestion on what I could do? Thanks(: x