After the funeral, Daryl stormed towards the tent that he and Kit shared as she tried to keep up. Unfortunately, having short legs was definitely a disadvantage in this instance and she didn't catch up to the hunter until he had reached their tent and began packing their things up. That couldn't be good. She approached him carefully, placing a gentle hand on his arm which caused him to flinch. "Daryl, I know this is hard…but are you going to be okay?"

"Jus' leave me alone, woman," he barked.

Kit had known Daryl long enough to know that the anger in his words wasn't directed at her. "Please don't push me away," she begged.

Daryl turned to Kit, about to yell at her again, but at the sight of her face, the rage and hurt that he felt began to melt away – or at least she took the edge off. He sighed and walked up to her, pulling her into a tight embrace in an attempt to maybe suck some of the calmness out of her. "I jus' need some space," he explained. "It don't mean nothin' 'cept that I need ta calm down."

She looked up at him and the swirling pools of mercury in her eyes showed an understanding that left Daryl feeling relieved. "Am I still sleeping with you tonight?"

"'Course," he insisted. "Wouldn't even think 'bout a night without yer little body up 'gainst mine. I'm movin' our stuff a ways away from the others – need some distance. That okay?"

Kit nodded, the worry that she had felt fading a little. "Alright, I'll give you some space, but can you do me a favor?"

"Anythin'."

"Back at the quarry you told me to start speaking up, that my opinion should matter. The same goes for you. Daryl, you are twice the man Shane will ever be, yet his voice is always the one that's heard because he doesn't shut up. Everyone may not see it yet, but there are a lot of people in the group who want to hear what you have to say. You matter, your opinion matters. Please."

He nodded, indicating he would think about what she said.

Feeling much better, she jogged to the house to check on the Greene family. Herschel had to be devastated and Kit had become fond of the older man so if she could do anything to make his loss any easier, she would do it. When she got to the house, though, things were much worse than she had expected. Beth was in a catatonic state and Herschel was missing. Rick was just about to leave to find him when he ran into Kit. "Kit, you've talked to Herschel a couple of times, haven't you? He seemed ta like you so why don't ya come with me and Glenn?"

Kit was more tempted than she would admit and she nearly accepted the offer right away. Then she remembered that with Rick and Glenn gone there wouldn't be many level-headed people left on the farm – even less who could shoot a gun. All Kit could imagine was Shane making another mess like with the barn, except this time he would have no one to stand in his way. She couldn't let that happen. "I think I'll stay here," she said apologetically. "Things are a little tense and we don't want to have any more trouble." She could see that Rick understood what she meant.

"Alright. You keep things calm here 'till we get back."

"Will do."

She walked out of the house with Dale and Lori and she was about the check the perimeter of the farm when she heard Dale mention something very interesting. "I think Shane is dangerous."

"Yeah, I know, he's a hothead," Lori admitted.

"No. I think he killed Otis."

"Don't tell me you're only just figuring this out." Kit turned to Lori and Dale, seeing that this was apparently pretty new information to them. "Daryl and I had it figured out the night he got back," she informed them. "Honestly, it didn't concern me that much because he did that to save Carl's life. I'm far more concerned about his complete disregard for the other people on this farm, including those in our group. Moreover, he doesn't think about the potential consequences of his actions. Damn right he's dangerous," she muttered.

"So you knew?" Dale asked with disbelief.

"He came back with Otis's gun. I don't think Otis would have sacrificed himself to the walkers without at least having his gun." Both Dale and Lori looked at her in shock. "Shane's changed and we need to figure out how we're going to address that."

Kit left them to think that over because she needed to do that perimeter check, but she knew that if Shane wasn't reigned in, then sooner or later it would come back to really bite them in the ass. Knowing Shane, he could probably make the Otis incident and the barn incident look like picnics in comparison to the next disaster he orchestrated.

After she returned, she was surprised to run into Lori and even more surprised to see a look of distress on Lori's face. "What's up?"

"I just asked Daryl to run into town to look for Herschel. We need him, Kit. Beth has a fever and I don't know if we can wait much longer."

"Let me guess: Daryl more or less told you to go to hell?" Lori nodded in response. "Daryl needs some time to himself today so he's not really in the mood for doing anything. I can go into town, though. Would you be willing to come with me?" Kit didn't want to go because she wanted to keep an eye on Shane but there weren't really any other options. The Greene's and their housemates weren't about to leave. Carol was a mess. Shane was not an option. Daryl wouldn't go and Dale wasn't good at killing walkers. She didn't know where T-Dog or Andrea were because they were taking care of the walker bodies.

"Why do you need me?" Lori asked.

"If we get into a tight spot then it'll be easier to deal with if one person drives and one person shoots. Plus, that means two pairs of eyes to look for Rick, Glenn, and Herschel."

Lori didn't look too happy about the idea of going into town as well but Kit figured that since Lori was the one who was so eager to make the trip into the town, she could damn well come along. She eventually nodded, running into the house to get a jacket and her pistol.

"Since you're driving, pick your vehicle," Kit said, gesturing to Lori's options.

They climbed into the small, gold car and began to head towards town. Conversation inevitably drifted to Lori's situation. "Shane knows, now. He thinks the baby is his."

Lori waited tensely, staring at Kit's stoic face. "Well, he isn't exactly unjustified. After all, there is a strong possibility that he's the father. My offer still stands, though. If he harasses you, then I'll beat his sorry ass."

"You seem so confident that he's going to be on the losing end," Lori said with a laugh.

"I'm small but durable," Kit informed her.

Lori couldn't believe she was going to ask Kit this question. "What would you do? If you were in my situation, I mean."

A dazed expression crossed the younger woman's face before she carefully answered. "I'm not sure if I can really answer that. I've never really been that popular with men so I've never slept with two different ones in the same month or two. You can't deny that the paternity issue makes this more complicated. There's also the fact that Daryl and I haven't been together that long – only since the CDC. You were with Shane longer than we've been together."

Lori sighed. "Okay, then. What if you found out today that you were pregnant? What would you do?"

"Well, first I would have a few small panic attacks in quick succession. I think anyone would. Then I would talk to Daryl and figure out what we want."

Lori looked down in what looked like shame. "I guess I went about things all wrong, then."

Kit rolled her eyes. "Let's keep in mind that this is just my speculation; I don't think anyone knows what they would do if they found themselves pregnant, at least anymore. Secondly, these are still two completely different situations, as I said earlier. And finally, I'm not sure if there is any right or wrong way, necessarily to hand this. Have you discussed your relationship with Shane? Had a conversation, at least?"

"No," Lori admitted. "I haven't really talked to him since Rick got back – at least not about us."

"I don't blame you for not wanting the baby to be his. But, and this is just an observation, the fact that Shane is frustrated over this is probably not helping to tone down his crazy. My only real piece of advice for you actually has nothing to do with the baby and is more of a personal request. If Rick is going to be our leader, then you have to let him be a leader, whatever that may entail."

"I don't want him to get killed." At this point, Lori was beginning to cry.

"Believe it or not, this is something that I can completely relate to. Whenever Daryl and I would go to search for Sophia by ourselves, we would worry about each other. Seeing him come back half dead is the hardest thing that I have had to face since the outbreak but you and I both have to remember that Rick and Daryl are two tough sons of bitches. You have to have confidence in Rick. I'm not saying that you shouldn't worry, because that's going to happen no matter what, but you have to let him leave sometimes."

Both women were so caught up in their conversation and Lori was completely in tears, so neither of them noticed the walker on the road until it was too late. Lori hit it, which would not have been so back all by itself. The panic she felt afterwards caused her to swerve, though, and drive into a ditch which flipped the car, knocking both women unconscious.

The first sensation that Kit felt was a wetness on her head and face but she was having a great deal of difficulty focusing enough to identify what could possibly be on her face. She also felt as if she was hanging in the air or at least something close to that as far as she could tell. She opened her eyes, rubbing the sticky liquid off of them – blood. Why would she be bleeding? More importantly, why was her vision blurry even though her glasses were on her face and intact? Then there was this noise that felt as if it were thundering in her ear. She looked down to see Lori lying unconscious below her, so it wasn't Lori.

The memory of the car crash began to come back in bits and pieces as she processed the importance of killing the walker trying to chew its way through the windshield. The walker that was uncomfortably close to Kit. She began feeling around for her knife and struggled to unsheathe it. Once she did, she had trouble piercing the walker's head because her vision was still blurry and she just couldn't focus enough to get it done.

Lori woke up just in time to see Kit ram, though ram was a loose term, her knife into a walker's skull. "Lori," Kit slurred. "Something's wrong."

"You look terrible!" the older woman cried. Lori managed to undo her own seatbelt but Kit's was going to be a much bigger ordeal. Blood ran down Kit's face and Lori could see a gash on the side of her head.

"Concussion?" Kit suggested.

"I'm not a doctor! Oh, god, how are you going to get out of here?" She was crouched next to Kit's seat, trying to find a way to undo Kit's seatbelt that didn't involve Kit falling on top of her. Plus, if Kit had a concussion, she wasn't going to be much help. "Okay, I'm going to undo your seatbelt and try to untangle you from it. Try not to fall on me."

"No promises," Kit muttered.

Kit didn't fall crashing to the floor, but her landing wasn't exactly graceful either. Her limbs were not working the way she wanted them to and she was only barely aware of what was going on. Once she and Lori were standing outside the car, she couldn't even remember how they had gotten there. There was something coming up behind Lori but all Kit could do was managed a choked out yell. Lori's pistol was finally used which reminded Lori of something important.

"Kit, your rifle is still in the car." She handed Kit her pistol, though it wouldn't do her much good if she couldn't aim, as Lori retrieved Kit's gun.

When she came back, she had no idea what to do next. Kit could barely stand and it wasn't as if Lori could carry her, but they couldn't rely on someone else to rescue them so Lori hoped that Kit began to recover faster. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"I feel like shit," Kit groaned. "If I had eaten today, I would be puking right now." She was managing to string together words a little better, but they were still slurred.

"We're going to walk back to the farm now if you can walk," Lori informed her. She struggled to pull the shorter woman's arm around her shoulders so Kit could lean on her. As she did so, she noticed that the side of Kit's head was still bleeding. It wasn't a heavy blood flow, but if they didn't stop the bleeding then Kit could collapse from blood loss.

Their pace was unbelievably slow as they returned to the farm. Kit was constantly stumbling, though Lori could tell she was trying her best to stay upright.

Daryl sat beside the fire he had made, allowing his mind to get lost in the flickering flames. His day alone had done him some good, helped him to work through his grief. Now he was hoping that Kit would come back to their camp so he could apologize for being an ass and thank her for understanding. She was probably at dinner with the rest of the group but he was willing to wait. He saw a figure approaching but his heart sank when it wasn't Kit, and was instead Carol.

"We can't find Lori and the others aren't back, either."

He refused to look at the older woman, but he could give her an answer. "Dumb bitch must have gone lookin' for him. She asked me ta go. Told her I was done bein' her errand boy."

"You didn't tell anyone?" Daryl could tell he was upset, which wasn't his problem, but Lori's disappearance soon became his problem. "Is Kit with you? We can't find her, either."

His blood ran cold. Had the dumb bitch asked Kit to go with her? If Kit had gone on her own, he wouldn't have been so worried – Kit could handle herself. But Lori…well the dumb bitch could have easily screwed something up. Kit would have been back by now. He stood up and began walking towards the house, hoping that nothing had happened.

He and Carol reached the house and she told them what had happened. "Lori asked Daryl to go into town and must have gone herself. Kit could be with her."

"Did you know about this?" Shane asked Dale. It was clear he was accusing the old man of slacking off.

"I didn't know anything."

"Did she take a gun?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't have let her go alone."

"Kit would have taken a gun," Daryl said. "Her knife, too. Thing is, they woulda been back by now if things had gone right." Shane wasted no time getting into his car and Daryl mentally kicked himself as he followed the bigger man. He had to know if Kit was okay, though.

Shane looked surprised at first to see the redneck in the car with him but he asked no questions as he started the engine.

It didn't take them too long to find the wreck, making Daryl's stomach twist. They both looked in the car and didn't find anyone inside, only finding two dispatched walkers. Daryl took some comfort in at least knowing they had made it out of the wreck alive, and judging by the mark on the walker inside the car, Kit had been okay after the crash, which was all he cared about at this point. His throat tightened when he saw the blood. There was a little blood that had clearly come from the person in the driver's side. The person sitting in the passenger's side had lost considerably more.

"One of them got cut up pretty bad. Don't know which one."

"I found blood here," Shane said.

Daryl's eyes followed the light of the flashlight to a trail of blood droplets leading down the road. "Look, cop, we gotta follow this trail down the road, but let's get one thing straight right now: one of those women is hurt a helluva lot worse than the other and she's gotta be the first priority when we find them. I don't care if it's Kit or if it's Lori, the one that left us this trail is the one who we help first."

Shane nodded, knowing that he and Daryl were both hoping for different outcomes when they found them. If he had the luck of Lori being the one that was okay, then he could help Kit first, even if he didn't like the bitch.

Before too long, they saw two figures in the road, one leaning on the other and clearly struggling. Both men jumped out of the car and it seemed that Shane had the luck of the draw that night because Kit was in bad shape. Shane glanced at Lori a moment and she seemed okay, so he turned his attention to Kit, shining the flashlight in her eyes. She was not reacting the way she should have been, barely noticing the light being shined in her face. What worried him even more was the deathly pale complexion she wore. "Daryl, this girl needs help now."

Daryl didn't need to be told twice. He gingerly picked up Kit, trying desperately not to jostle her. "What the hell happened?" he demanded as they all piled into the car and headed back to the farm at full speed.

"I got distracted and hit a walker," Lori explained. "We crashed and Kit hit her head really hard – I think she's got a concussion. She's been bleeding since the accident, barely coherent." She paused for a moment before remembering why she had taken the car in the first place. "We gotta find Rick."

Apparently Kit wasn't the only one who wasn't thinking straight after the accident. Shane quickly put her thoughts on Rick to rest. "They're all back, safe and sound. 'Sides, even if they weren't, I don't know how long Kit would have lasted with you two walking down the road like that."

Daryl couldn't believe how cold Kit was. She had always had a really warm body, surprising for a woman as short as she was. Daryl never had to worry about getting cold in their tent because she gave off heat like a furnace but now she was like ice. Still breathing, but not much better.

They got to the house and Daryl ran to the entrance as fast as he could, trying to keep the jostling to a minimum. "Kit needs help now. She's gotta big cut on her head, lost a lotta blood, probably has a concussion."

Daryl sat in the living room, watching Patricia sew up the large cut on Kit's head – a difficult task with her thick hair. "She gonna be okay?" he asked.

"She's lost a lot of blood which ain't good especially when paired with a concussion, plus she ain't eaten much today. If we could get a blood transfusion, then I wouldn't be too worried, but I'm willing to bet you don't know her blood type."

He and Kit had talked about a lot of things, but blood type wasn't one of them. "No, I don't."

"Let me see if you two are compatible," she suggested. I'll take a little of your blood and mix it with hers…see what happens."

Daryl waited anxiously, his chest growing tighter every time he saw the blood-soaked Kit on the couch. "If I did this right, then you two are compatible."

He turned to the blonde. "Let's do this."