Waking up with Kit up against him was a very pleasant sensation. The room was a little cool but her body radiated heat like no other woman's he had ever met. What was far less pleasant was seeing the damn cat sitting on the other side of Kit, eyes narrowed, regarding him with scrutiny. If was fucking creepy and only confirmed to Daryl why he didn't like cats. Kit stirred and made an irritated noise. "We're going to have to go and be social, aren't we?" He laughed as they both climbed out of bed and put some clothes on. Unfortunately for him, she picked up the cat as they went to breakfast. (Since it had gone missing, she didn't let it out of her sight.)

When they were watching a video of TS-19 Kit focused on the images, understanding what she was looking at even before Jenner had explained it. Daryl looked a little lost, but she was far too fascinated to try and catch him up. She was finally able to put some of the pieces together as she watched the video.

As darkness invaded the brain of TS-19, Glenn asked "What is that?"

Kit couldn't help but explain. "The brain is dying." Every class she had ever taken that involved the human brain came flooding back to her, filling in all the holes. Now she was curious about the vision centers of the brain. It looked as if only the more primitive vision centers of the brain were working, so did that mean that their vision was different than it had been? Maybe they could only detect movement but that idea only made her think of Jurassic Park and how well that had worked out.

What surprised her was when everyone was shocked to hear that nothing was left. How had they not drawn that conclusion earlier? That was the assumption that Kit had made a long time ago. Even Daryl was left reeling. "Man, I'm going to get shit-faced drunk again."

Kit had been so focused on TS-19 that she had failed to notice something very important: the clock. Even before VI had mentioned the decontamination, Kit knew exactly what would happen if the power ran out. Articles came out on the internet all the time about the stuff in the CDC and other facilities like it. She remembered a particular article from BBC that had discussed a 'super flu' that had been bred. She had mentioned to Daryl that these facilities had fail safes and the decontamination was one of them.

Daryl turned to Kit and saw her eyes grow wide. "We have to get out of here," she whispered.

"What's goin' on?" he asked, as the other men went to check the generator.

"It's a fail safe."

"What do ya mean a fail safe?"

She ran her fingers through her hair, hand shaking. "Facilities like these have a bunch of diseases in them. They are designed so that, no matter what, those diseases don't get released somehow. Without power, there is the possibility that all that nasty shit could be set on the world and the computers are supposed to make sure that doesn't happen. This entire place will be decontaminated as VI said and that means we die. I don't know what way the facility is designed to do this, but I can tell you right now that whatever it is, it will kill us." Her breathing was uneven and she stuttered while she spoke, but she had made her point.

"She's right." They all turned to Jenner. "VI, define HITs." As the fail safe was defined by the computers, the group shared Kit's fear.

Daryl pulled her in close, just as he had before they had entered the death trap. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I wasn't thinking about this when we came in. I could have told you earlier, if I had just thought about this for a single fucking second."

The men quickly grabbed axes and began trying to open the doors while Kit stood numbly, knowing that those doors wouldn't open without the computers. She just stood there. Once the others realized they wouldn't get the doors open, they tried to reason with Jenner and Kit finally felt like she could be useful, even if it just meant preventing Daryl from killing their only possible way out. Rick was good at that type of thing and as she put every ounce of energy into holding Daryl back, she hoped it was enough.

As the others pleaded with him, Kit kept quiet. She was good at that and it seemed that her faith in Rick was well placed because only moments after he spoke with Jenner, the doctor opened the doors. Kit and Daryl bolted to where they had left their things. It was difficult for her to run holding Bernie, but there was no way in hell she was leaving him behind. She trailed behind Daryl but he would glance back often to make sure she was still there. It was all a blur, though. Even the grenade.

She scrambled into her van and sat on the floor holding Bernie close to her chest as the CDC building was destroyed. She looked at her pet and he was absolutely terrified, unable to understand what had just happened. After a moment, she got up and looked around, making sure the others were okay. She and Daryl made eye contact for a moment from their respective cars, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. She carefully placed the trembling Bernie in the passenger seat and began driving away with the others. After a while, he calmed down and began to sleep in the seat, but relaxing was far from the minds of everyone else in the group.

A handful of the cars had to be abandoned. This, thankfully, did not include Kit's minivan. It got pretty decent highway mileage and a lot of things could be stored in it, which prevented it from being left behind.

Ultimately, just as Dale had predicted, the Winnebago broke down. Daryl, like many others in the group, saw it as a much-needed opportunity to resupply. He hadn't given much thought to his opinion on Lori, but her next comment irritated him. "This is a graveyard."

"And?" he asked.

"I don't know how I feel about this."

Before he could say anything, Kit decided to chime in. "It's not a matter of how comfortable you feel about it, it's a matter of necessity. I suggest you begin looking." Most people in the group were surprised she had said anything at all, nevertheless supporting Daryl. Apart from Dale, it seemed none of them had picked up on their relationship, which suited Daryl just fine for the time being. Now was not the time for them to be making decisions about how far to take things. He was happy Kit was finally beginning to take his advice, though; it was about time she started speaking up.

While many of the others were reluctant to search the cars, he and Kit set right to it. She may not talk but she could face the reality of their situation. Kit had grabbed some empty bags from the minivan and tossed them to the others so they could begin collecting things that were useful. Personal care products were of special interest to her and, she suspected, to the other women as well. Hygiene came second during the apocalypse, but if she got the chance to grab deodorant and soap she would take it. Many people had also been smart enough to pack non-perishables which she happily threw into the collection that was piling up in her bag.

She glanced back just in time to see Shane and Glenn scramble under a car so she followed suit, no questions asked. It was a good thing, too, because soon after she had done so, she heard the distinctive noise of walkers. She steeled herself as she saw their feet passing her car because being unable to see anything else was incredibly nerve-wracking. She couldn't see or hear any of the others and couldn't know whether or not they were safe. Thankfully, the enormous herd of walkers passed and she very carefully came out from under the car, gripping her rifle closely. At this point, though, the gun was more or less useless because if she used it, the entire herd would return for an afternoon snack.

Scanning the area quickly, she noticed Daryl and T-Dog just ahead of her. She went over, staying low and noticed how much blood T-Dog was losing. She turned to Daryl and whispered "He needs a tourniquet." In the heat of the moment, she kept drawing blanks as to what could possibly be used as a tourniquet without digging through the cars. "Belt?" she asked. Daryl nodded and quickly removed his so she could tighten it around T-Dog's arm.

No sooner had that situation been rectified then they heard Sophia shrieking behind them, causing both Kit and Daryl to shoot upright and see her scrambling into the forest with Rick close behind. "You got this?" Daryl asked, getting a quick nod in return. While Daryl ran back to see if he could help with Sophia, Kit had to determine how she was going to get T-Dog back to the Winnebago. She wasn't very big and would have enormous difficulty supporting his weight, but she saw no other options but to stumble back with him.

She stayed with the group to root through more cars, confident that if there was anyone who could track the girl down, it was Daryl. What she hadn't been hoping for was to be caught up in yet another debate. She had only been feeding Bernie and making sure he had enough water, but the argument at the Winnebago was difficult to miss. "Where's my gun?" The angry Andrea stormed in Kit's direction and glared at the rifle she had with her.

"Don't look at me," she insisted, hands held up in surrender. "I'm on your side. As long as you're not stupid enough to go shooting off that gun while a herd of walkers is passing through, you can go ahead and keep it, as far as I'm concerned."

"And Dale's concerns?" Andrea asked angrily.

"He shouldn't be treating you like this because whatever you choose, it's your choice," Kit admitted. "But you should also realize that he is doing all this because he cares about you. Try not to hold it against him for too long, would be my suggestion."

"You're the first person who seems to think I have the right to that choice," she grumbled.

"Still, I don't think you should decide to kill yourself only a few days after your sister's death. If you intend to commit suicide, then I think that is your choice – especially given the fact that the world has gone to shit – but I also think that you should think it through for quite a while before making any decisions. You need to consider how much you would be hurting the group if you did that. We care about you, Andrea – Dale especially." The other blonde looked at Kit as if she was actually considering what she had said. "I can teach you how to shoot, if you'd like, so you can get your gun back."

"Really?"

"Only when we have a good opportunity, of course," Kit reminded her. "I also don't think that I'm the only one on your side." She glanced back at Shane and Andrea seemed to get the message.

The next day, Kit regarded the weapons Carl had found carefully. She ended up picking a long knife, figuring it was probably a good idea to lengthen to reach of her arms, if possible. Shane glanced at her after explaining the gun situation. "If you even think about taking my rifle away from me, you are in for a world of hurt," she warned.

Shane raised his eyebrows dismissively and looked as if he was going to try and forcibly take it from her before Daryl interrupted. "She knows how to shoot, Shane. She's good, so I suggest you let her keep it." Before any more could be said on the matter, they couldn't help but overhear the heated conversation between Andrea and Dale.

"Shit," Kit moaned quietly. "I think I may have encouraged that."

Daryl shrugged. "The woman makes a point and it ain't none of my concern."

The walk through the woods was a quiet one, keeping Kit on her toes. As she was one of the few who actually carried a gun, she had an extra responsibility. After they found the tent, the group got their hopes up and Carol called for her daughter. Kit stood with Rick and Shane as Daryl went inside the tent, but given the stench coming from it, she knew Sophia wouldn't be there.

"Daryl?" Carol asked desperately.

"It's not her," Kit said. "I don't think anyone would want to be anywhere near this thing." She was beginning to adjust to the stench of rotting bodies – at least enough that she wouldn't vomit every time she smelled one.

Daryl only confirmed Kit's theory when he stepped out of the tent and announced "Ain't her. Some guy. He, uh, opted out."

The bells they heard gave everyone some hope, but they also put Kit on edge. If they could hear the bells, then walkers certainly would be drawn to them, so they needed to be quick before the damn things started to swarm. Now she was more thankful than ever that she had brought the knife. Initially, the only walkers they encountered were inside the church so Kit sat back quietly and let the men do the 'macho' work. She was just as happy to take up the rear and guard against other walkers, which ended up being the job she took on the way back to the Winnebago, as well.

The walk back had very thick tension between the other women which Kit was not going to get involved in. As the other women were carrying on about hoping and praying, Daryl reminded Kit of part of the reason she was attracted to him. "We are going to locate that little girl and she is going to be just fine. Am I the only one Zen around here? Good lord!"

This eased some of the tension as all the women smiled over Daryl's statement. Kit had never really spoken with Carol, but she supposed now was as good a time as any to start. "Sophia has a lot of advantages, you know," she assured Carol.

The other women gave her a look of complete shock. "She does?"

"She definitely does. First of all, the temperature here is a good one – she is not going to be freezing to death out here. On top of that, there are no major predators out here likely to prey on humans apart from the walkers. That's even assuming there are any wild predators around here. She knows where a source of fresh water is. Sophia is also a really smart girl." She gave Carol a comforting smile. "If she keeps her wits, I have absolutely no doubts that we'll find her."

Kit ended up being incredibly happy that she had decided to take up the rear, because when Andrea began to fall behind, Kit could stay close. Andrea clearly didn't see the walker trailing a ways behind her and Kit figured this was her chance to try out her new weapon. Taking a strong hold of her knife, she managed to jump the walker and ram the knife right into the eye socket, quick and easy. The others had heard the quick scuffle and turned around in surprise. "Well that wasn't so bad," Kit remarked with a smile as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Before any of the others could reply, Kit heard a noise and assumed it was another walker, holding up her knife defensively. What she certainly hadn't expected was a woman on a horse looking for Lori. Once Carl was mentioned, Lori climbed onto the horse with no hesitation as the woman gave them directions to their property.

Kit eyed the two women as they galloped off on the horse. "She'll be fine, Daryl. I don't think that woman would know as much as she did unless she was telling the truth. Let's get our asses back to the highway and then find this farm."

It was decided very quickly that the majority of the group would spend the night on the highway, with the exception of Glenn, but T-Dog was in bad shape. "That cut has gone from bad to worse and he has a serious blood infection. Unless he gets some type of treatment fast he could die." Looking at T-Dog, it was very clear that Dale's concern was warranted.

Hearing this, Daryl sauntered over to the motorcycle, picking up the rag and pulling a plastic baggie from the bike. "Keep your oily rag off my brother's motorcycle. You should have said something earlier. I have my brother's stash." He began mumbling all the different drugs he had in there, until he came upon what he wanted. "Ain't the generic stuff, neither. That's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion."

That comment made Kit pull a face and hope that Daryl had been a little more careful in the past than his brother had been. "I guess today is just full of surprises," she remarked. "Let's hurry up and get that sign ready." She looked warily at the sky. "It'll be getting dark soon and I'd at least like the protection of my mom-mobile."

Dale decided to take first watch that night as Kit began clearing space to sleep in her minivan. "R.V. would be safer."

She looked and saw Daryl standing close behind her. "Yeah, well I don't think I'll be getting much sleep in there. It's cramped and besides, I've got a few sleeping pads that I used to use when I went camping. There is plenty of space if you want to join me."

"I think I may just take you up on that offer." He noticed the others were busy so he kissed her, hoping they hadn't taken any steps back since that night at the CDC.

"Good."

Daryl did have to admit that Kit's sleeping arrangements were more comfortable than what he would have had in the Winnebago, but in spite of that he couldn't sleep. The idea of the girl being alone in the woods for a second night didn't sit well with him and his mind was racing thinking about what tomorrow might bring. He didn't want Kit to wake up alone, though. He turned over to see that her eyes were open and she was completely awake. "I'm not the only one who can't sleep," she said. "I guess now we're being pretty obvious, sleeping in the same car."

"I s'pose." He hoped she wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him. He knew he couldn't exactly be considered the 'catch' of the group. In fact, there were moments where he thought of what things would be like if she had ended up with Glenn or the horny cop.

"I've never been particularly fond of PDA," she warned him. "But I hope you're ready to share a tent with me. We have nothing to hide, after all."

He felt relieved to hear that, but the girl was still on his mind. "I want to go looking for Sophia. Are you coming with me?"

They both sat up and Kit glanced at the Winnebago. You should invite Andrea," she suggested. "I think she needs to blow off some steam and besides, it would be better if there was at least one person here who can shoot worth a damn and fight a walker. I'll keep Dale company," she drawled. "There's no point in laying here if I'm not going to get any sleep."

They both stepped out of the van and Daryl slung the crossbow around his shoulder. Kit gave him a long kiss. "Be careful." He nodded and went to the Winnebago to get Andrea who was, unsurprisingly, awake as well.

After they had walked into the woods and Kit had climbed to the top of the Winnebago, Dale decided to make a comment. "So, you and Daryl?"

"Me and Daryl."