Kit stood at Dale's funeral, not knowing what she should feel. The grief was overwhelming, having lost one of the first friends she had made at the quarry and someone she knew had genuinely cared about her simply because he cared, no ulterior motive. That alone would have been more than enough to send her to her knees, but when she heard Rick talking about Dale, she couldn't help but feel a little disgust.

She knew that technically, there was no one to blame for Dale's death, except the walker who killed him. Whenever she looked at Rick, though, she saw the cause of Dale's premature demise. If Rick hadn't made the wrong decision – which he had finally realized inside the barn – then Dale wouldn't have been wandering angrily though the field. Kit may have even been with him at the group camp, discussing whether or not she and Daryl should leave. But more than anything, she was angry at Rick simply because he hadn't listened to Dale. He had refused to listen to the person in the group who actually had any sense of humanity.

When she saw his grave lined up with the others, she didn't really want to stay with the group. The group had abandoned Dale during the debate, choosing to stay silent. However, when Rick rambled about honoring Dale's memory by keeping the group together, she knew he was right: Dale didn't want her and Daryl to leave the group so she would honor his wish, as much as it killed her.

Daryl had never left her side since that night which she had desperately needed. Without him there, she may have utterly fallen apart because Dale's funeral had been harder for her than Sophia's had been. This was the most profound loss she had experienced since the outbreak and when she looked at the line of graves, she surmised that there were probably more to come.

"It'll be tight," Rick said. "Fifteen people in one house."

"We'll make it work," Herschel insisted. "You should have moved there a long time ago."

Kit wasn't exactly eager to give up the privacy she had become accustomed to with Daryl, but safety came before comfort. Besides, they had been in an even more dangerous position than the main group had been, on the edge of the woods.

Rick was giving out jobs as the move progressed. "T-Dog, I need you, Daryl and Kit to be keeping watch while the rest of us are working. You also need to observe the traffic coming in and out of the house, make sure no one goes missing." They began discussing safety matters and Rick outlined his plan. "We'll lock this area down first, then Shane will assign shifts for patrols. Before too long, Daryl and I will go to drop off Randall."

Kit was surprised that Rick had selected Daryl, though his decision made perfect sense since Shane would not be eager to be helping Randall out. She could see that Shane wasn't happy about it, but let him be pissed.

She and Andrea began to walk towards the house together. Kit was thankful she at least had this friend left. "I'm glad you're not leaving," Andrea told her earnestly. "We're better off with you and Daryl here."

Kit gave a small smile, but before she could say anything, she heard Rick call their names. "Kit, Andrea, I need you two to do me a favor. While Daryl and I are gone, I want you to make sure that things don't get out of hand, especially with Shane. You two seem to have a talent for stayin' calm and thinkin' clearly, so employ those talents."

Kit and Andrea answered simultaneously. "Me?"

"I trust you both, especially because you two made the right call last night."

Kit narrowed her eyes suspiciously but gave him the answer he wanted. "You don't need to remind me to keep a close eye on Shane; I do that anyway. All you have to do is make sure you and Daryl come back in one piece."

Later that day, she and Daryl were repairing the barn together – some things never changed. "So we're back to fixing roofs again?" she grumbled.

"Two steps forward one step back," he sighed. "An' since we ain't leavin' I guess we better get used ta it."

"I just wish that somebody else could be on top of the barn roof that looks like it could collapse," she replied. "He's right to take you with him, though, especially instead of Shane."

"Do ya think he'll actually start listenin', Dex?" he asked honestly.

"I'm not sure. He told me and Andrea to watch Shane earlier today so it appears as if you and I may have been given a promotion. If that's the case, then he might actually start listening. I've been giving him a scathing report in my journal of events insofar, though, so I'm not getting my hopes up."

"Journal of events?"

"I've been recording what's happened to us since our experiences will become history, if the human race doesn't destroy itself first."

"'Course you would," he said with a smirk. "You are 'Dex' after all. I think yer the only one here who would be thinkin' 'bout tha' history shit. I jus' hope you ain't too harsh on me in tha' thing."

"I have nothing but good things to record about Daryl Dixon," she said, an actual smile beginning to appear on her face, despite how recent Dale's death had been. "That guy is going to be all over the history books as one of the heroes of the outbreak. You'll be a household name, Griz."

"I doubt that, but it's nice ta know ya like me more'n Rick."

"I would hope so. After all, I can't recall having sex with him in recent memory."

Daryl rolled his eyes at her snarkiness, though he was relieved that it appeared she could recover from Dale's death. "You still wearin' that shirt?" he asked. "Ain't ya cold?"

While the others had been adding layers in the last couple days, Kit had not changed her dressing habits at all. "Nope. I've said it once and I'll say it again: you Georgians are pussies when it comes to cold. Once it starts dropping into the 40's I'll start thinking about wearing warmer clothes."

Once they had finished the repairs they began bringing a few of their things into the house, trying to find a space where they could sleep together. As they did so, Kit noticed Lori and Shane talking by the windmill. Shane had better not make her regret their deal.

When they had found themselves a corner, Daryl noticed the grimace on Kit's face. "Don't worry, Dex, we'll jus' have ta get creative, is all." He figured she was missing their seclusion.

"We'll have to be pretty damn creative," she sighed, kissing him.

Rick motioned Daryl over so she continued packing her things while Bernie made a nuisance of himself. Daryl came back a few minutes later with a dumbfounded look on his face, earning him a raised eyebrow. "Rick jus' asked me abou' a decision, askin' what I thought of it. Guess we got those promotions you was talkin' 'bout."

Kit could see that Shane was pissed about something, probably having to do with Rick and Lori, so she started after him – rifle over her shoulder – hoping she could prevent a catastrophe and fulfill the promise she made to Rick about keeping an eye on Shane. Within moments it became very clear to her that Shane was headed in the direction that a certain prisoner happened to be in. 'Fuck, Shane, why do you have to make my life harder?' Kit thought. She had not fought for Randall's life only to have Shane do what he wanted anyway

She had always prided herself on her ability to stay quiet in the woods and judging by the fact that Shane didn't notice she was there, it seemed that pride was warranted. It soon became very clear that Shane had something more than killing Randall in mind and Kit knew that she had to do something fast. She began silently making her way to Shane, wanting to incapacitate him, at least. Finally, she jumped him.

She hit him in the face as hard as she could, sending him reeling and she knew that she had to continue before he figured out what was going on. She kicked him below the belt, then smacked the back of his head with the butt of her gun, knocking him out.

Standing there, panting, she turned her attention to Randall. "Let's get you back to the farm and on your merry way. We'll deal with Shane later." Kit grabbed his arm roughly, beginning making her way back to the farm as fast as she could, nearly reaching the very edge of the woods, before she felt something grab her shoulders. Shane.

He shoved her into a tree, sending her gun to the forest floor, before grabbing Randall and snapping his neck. "That was the wrong move," he growled, picking her gun up off the ground and pointing it straight at her. Keeping the gun trained on Kit, he yanked the rope off of Randall's wrists. "Try anything and I'll shoot you right now," he threatened.

While he was tying her wrists and ankles up, he kept conversation going. "I gotta give you credit, bitch, you do pack a punch. And I do admit that you got me, but a little piece of advice: don't turn your back on someone you can't outrun and you ain't sure isn't gonna wake up. If ya hadn't saved Randall there, you woulda been outta these woods before I could get you." He began dragging both of their bodies deeper into the forest, probably so no one would find Kit.

"Now, I'm gonna give you the chance you wanted ta give Randall. I'm gonna leave ya here all trussed up and give ya an honest chance, 'cause believe it or not, I don't actually want ta kill ya. Maybe the walkers will get you, maybe they won't. I don't give a shit, either way but I'll leave it to luck. What I'm gonna do now is get rid of the person who's gonna get Lori, Carl, and my baby killed. Even you gotta admit that Rick is a shitty father. Bye, Kit, and good luck. Gotta thank you: now I don't have to smash my face against a tree to look like I've been attacked. You did the work for me."

He stormed off, leaving her there.

Daryl stood with the rest of the group, trying to figure out how the hell that kid slipped his cuffs when Shane came at them, screaming Rick's name. "He's got my gun! The little bitch clocked me in the face and is running through the woods right now."

Daryl was preparing to go looking for Randall when he noticed that Kit wasn't around, which was beyond weird. If there was something important going on, she was sure to be right in the middle of it. Besides, she would have heard Shane's shouts and come running to see what the hell had worked him up. This definitely didn't feel right to Daryl – something was up and he had a feeling that, as usual, Kit was in the middle of it.

Things only began to become more suspicious when Rick asked him if he could find a trail. "I don't see nothin'," he said. If either Shane or Randall had been through this area of the woods, he would have picked up on it, causing alarms to go off in his head. Shane had to be lying about something.

"We're wastin' our time tryin' to find trails!" Shane yelled.

Daryl wanted to get the truth. "That kid weighs a buck-twenty-five when his clothes are wet an' yer tryin' ta tell me you got the jump on him?" The angry glare that Shane sent his way told Daryl that he was approaching a sensitive topic – good.

They were soon separated and he was with Glenn, thankfully. He preferred the Asian kid to the other two any day. "We're goin' back ta where we started," he informed Glenn. "I wanna have a trail an' if somethin' happened, I'll be able ta see it."

Sure enough, when Daryl followed Shane's trail back into the woods, he found what he had been looking for. "There was some sorta scuffle here. Looks like whoever got the worst end of it didn't take too long ta be taken out. They fell hard an' flat so they was either knocked out or dead." It certainly hadn't been Shane; that bastard was way too big to leave such a small disturbance on the forest floor. Daryl figured it must have been Randall. "There're three sets of tracks here, though."

"Three?"

"Yeah, looks like there was someone else who was here 'sides Shane an' Randall but I gotta pretty good idea who it was."

There were dragging marks leading to an area just a little further into the woods. As he followed the trail, Glenn clearly didn't understand what was going on. "Who was with them?"

"Ma guess would be Kit. She wadn't with us when Shane came yellin' outta the woods an' that don't sit right." Where the dragging marks halted he found another fight that had happened. "This scuffle lasted a little longer than the other one. Can't tell exactly what happened, but after it happened, two bodies were drug through the woods." Two bodies that were significantly smaller than Shane's.

The trail continued past the area where the brawl had occurred, so he continued to follow them. Now Daryl was beginning to become very agitated. He knew damn well the other body had to have been Kit's but all that was left to figure out was whether that fuck had left her dead or alive.

At the very end of the trail, he found yet another brawl, but this one messed up the timeline he had been creating in his head. "The bout tha' happened here was over pretty quick, too. Here there're three sets of footprints, again." There was evidence that someone had fallen here, too, and this person was way too big to be Randall or Kit.

"What happened?" Glenn asked.

"My guess is that at some point, Kit took out Shane an' from the looks of things she and Randall were high-tailin' it back to camp when Shane caught up with 'em. This is where the draggin' marks end, though, an' I don't see Kit or Randall."

Then, he noticed some rope on the ground. Shane wouldn't have left a dead body tied up so at least one of them was alive and he was putting his money on Kit. "Shane had someone tied up here an' they got loose. It was probably someone with really tiny hands an' wrists who could slip this rope."

"Kit," Glenn gasped, eyes wide.

Daryl caught sight of a single set of footprints leading away from the rope but before he could do anything, he and Glenn heard something in the woods and Daryl knew that if they had heard something, then it definitely couldn't be Kit. Soon, they were being attacked by a walker and it damn near took Daryl out before Glenn smashed its head. "Nice," Daryl told him, before examining the walker which had once been Randall. "Got his neck broke." It lined up with what he had found a while ago near the edge of the woods – a body that had been knocked out or killed – but it sure as hell didn't explain how the kid had ended up a walker. "He's got no bites," he said nervously.

"None that you can see."

"I'm tellin' ya, he died from the broke neck."

"How is that possible?" Glenn asked.

Daryl returned his attention to the single set of tracks. "She got away an' no one followed her, so ma guess is that she went back ta the house. If Kit's in the woods alone, she's fine." It was getting too dark to continue following the trail, anyway, and Daryl did feel better knowing that there was only one set of tracks leaving that place, but his gut was still clenched. It would stay that way until he found her.

Shane should have heeded his own advice. It hadn't taken Kit too long to slip her hands and wrists free, even with Shane's knot-tying abilities. (He was probably more accustomed to tying up people much bigger than her. However, it was also possible he had planned on her escape. She honestly didn't know considering it was very clear that Shane had gone off the deep end.) With that, she picked up her gun where he had left it – another stupid move on his part – and ran into the woods, collecting herself.

Shane had wished her good luck and as luck would have it, she heard two people lumbering through the woods like bears. She knew it wasn't Daryl, at least. Sure enough, Shane and Rick were wandering through the forest together 'looking for Randall'. So no one knew she was missing.

He had all but announced his plan to her: kill Rick. Well, she may not have been particularly fond of Rick, but she had failed to save Randall, so she figured she had to make that up in some way or another. Besides, even if he hadn't always treated Kit and Daryl right, he didn't deserve to die. Soon, the two men had left the woods where Kit kept herself safely hidden, until she saw Shane draw his gun. That was all she needed before she sent three bullets into his chest in quick succession.

Rick looked stunned, seeing Shane lying dead on the ground, but even more stunned to see Kit running at him with her rifle. He began crying a little, mourning the man who had once been his friend. "I had to do it," she said quietly. "He was going to kill you."

He nodded, still in shock. "I know. He planned to do it all along, didn't he? I figured that kid couldn't have taken him out – Shane was one tough son of a bitch. The kid wouldn't have stood a chance."

She stood there with him, allowing him to process what had happened, though it wasn't as if she wasn't a little shaken, too. She had just killed a man. A man she knew. "I wish it didn't have to happen this way," she whispered, feeling tears forming in her eyes, too. Walkers were one thing but a living, breathing person was another thing entirely.

Before too long, they heard a small voice yell "Dad?"

Shit, Carl was there and she was willing to bet he would not quite be able to grasp the situation in the same way she and Rick could. They began to make their way towards him, Rick trying to keep it together. "Carl, no, you should be back at home with mom." Then, the kid had his gun pointed at them.

"What the hell are you doing?" she cried. She had not spent the majority of the day fighting for her own life as well as Randall's and Rick's just to be gunned down by a fucking kid.

Then she heard it. The labored breathing that wasn't coming from either Rick or Carl or herself. She spun around and Shane's body was coming straight towards them. Her gun was raised instantly, about to take her shot when Shane's body dropped. Carl had taken him out.

He ran to Rick, hugging him and the exhaustion began to hit her. The sweat that had covered her body was enough to make even her cold in the cool night air, all the cuts, the bruises began to ache, not to mention the fact that she was probably dehydrated after wandering in the Georgian heat for so long.

She turned for only a second to glance behind her but that glance had been a lot more than she bargained for. "Holy fuck," she whispered. "Rick, Carl, we need to get out of here, now!"

Kit stayed close to the other two, sprinting to the barn with them. Under normal circumstances, she could have easily kept up with them, if not outrun them, but even with fresh adrenaline coursing through her system, her body had been put through hell that day and it was protesting in every way imaginable.

She held her rifle, ready to shoot anything that came at them as Rick and Carl spread the fluid through the barn. Unlike Carl, she didn't need to be told twice to climb the ladder, but also unlike Carl, she had her gun trained on the walkers headed towards Rick. If one of them got too close, they would be on the ground faster than Rick would even be able to process.

Once the barn was on fire and they were on the roof Kit asked "Got any bright ideas, Sheriff?" Then she saw the R.V. "Looks like someone has come to save our sorry asses."

She jumped onto it, wanting to find Daryl as soon as possible so he would know she wasn't dead. God, he would be a mess right now, just like she would be if he had been missing for this long. Covering Rick and Carl while they were climbing down, she heard screams coming from inside the Winnebago. There was no way Jimmy was alive so she hauled ass into the woods with the other two; if nothing else, she was in her element. Now she went slightly ahead of the two Grimes', because she was a hell of a lot better at navigating the woods than either of them. Plus, this way, they could watch her feet and see which branches and logs they should avoid.

They had looped around to the house when Kit saw a walker approaching Herschel and dropped the fucker. He turned around and noticed the group of three.

"Did you see Lori?" Rick asked.

"No! All I know is that they keep coming!" the other man responded.

Kit's minivan was gone, probably used to ram walkers or something along those lines, so she and Rick grabbed Herschel, dragging him to one of the only cars left. She immediately turned the keys in the ignition and got them the fuck out of there. (Rick, through his association with Lori, was not to be trusted behind the wheel of a car in her opinion.)

Daryl went into the house, expecting Kit but not finding her anywhere. "Rick and Shane ain't back? Kit neither? We heard a shot."

"Maybe they found Randall," Lori suggested.

"Nah, we found Randall an' he's a walker."

"But there weren't any bites," Glenn explained, still uncomprehending of how that could be true.

"Thing is," Daryl started, feeling a panic beginning to set in. "Shane and Randall's tracks were right on top of each other an' Shane's no tracker." The next tidbit was what scared the shit out of him. "We found a third set of tracks, too, probably belongin' ta someone smaller than Shane or Randall. I figured they was Kit's but we followed 'em and it looked like she got away so we thought she would be back here. Shane and Randall were with each other a while 'fore the third set came in by the looks of it. Pretty sure Kit jumped him tryin' ta save the kid. If she ain't back, then somethin's wrong."

"Could you please try to find Shane and Rick and figure out what's going on?" Lori asked.

"I'm findin' Kit, too. Somethin' tells me she went after Shane again an' this time, I would not like his odds."

He stepped out the door to see the biggest fuckload of walkers imaginable heading straight for the house from the woods. Kit had been out in those woods and she was good, but no one was that good. He prayed to every god imaginable that she had just climbed into a damn tree – her old style.

Once the plan to defend the farm was hatched, Daryl took the challenge. If Kit was dead, he figured he couldn't be too far behind. With every walker he took down, it meant one of two things: either he was giving Kit one less walker to worry about, or he was taking out one of the fuckers had killed her. Either way, it felt good. Still, he knew it would be impossible to take care of all of them – there were too damn many.

He waited and waited, thinking that if he stayed there, Kit might find him. Then he heard a woman's screams, finding Carol as the source. Waiting for Kit any longer would be suicide so once Carol was on his bike he was out of there. Even his Zen wasn't doing him a whole lot of good, now so all he could do was repeat a mantra in his head: Kit is a tough little bitch; she'll get out of this.