Wooh! Chapter 2! took way to long in my opinion but I'll do better for Chapter 3 going to be action packed. Things are going to turn around. IF you thinks something if off about how Angel is hating Daryl tell me.

I never ment for the two to be all lovey dovey in the first place. Anyway I'll let you to it :)

Chapter Two: Find me again, because I lost myself

You think your head's achin, i'm not finished yet
I won't be mistaken, how soon you forget
Take back what you said and i'll spare you pain
Then you can spare me all your fuckin lies
I can't wait to get away

Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute i couldn't swallow- Godsmack (Stress)

Angel just starred. That one unavoidable thought that tore through her like a bullet. Each moment that passed hearing Rick and the newborn cry made it that much worse. She couldn't stand it a moment longer. She walked up to Daryl. Her voice was no louder then a whisper. "Can I please have the keys to the gate . . . I need my car and I left my dog in there," she said softly scared to look him in the eyes.

He gave her the keys without a word turning his attention back to Rick before walking over. Rick had stopped crying then and was just sitting on his knees starring, much like Angel had moments before. Angel turned and opened the gate to the yard before venturing down and unlocking a small gate that led outside. She locked it behind her before pulling her car up to the lager gate. She unlocked it and pushed her car forward into the small safe area.

She quickly shut the gate before any walkers had a chance to sneak in. She locked it back and opened the final gate driving her car into the yard. Mutt starred at the people up the hill. He gave no sign of approval or disapproval as he watched. Angel was scared to get back out the car. She just sat there drifting away in her thoughts.

She tried to make herself believe that Jewel was inside somewhere. Yea that had to be it. She knew better. She glanced up from her thoughts as Mutt gave a low growl. Daryl was approaching the car. She rolled down the window with a frown. "Is Rick going to be ok?" she asked pointing a silencing finger at Mutt who was still growling. He grunted and lowered himself to the floor lying down. He didn't like this one bit.

"I don't know . . . we lost T-dog and Carol . . . you're bleeding," he said pulling his crossbow higher on his shoulder. He saw the make shift bandage over her shoulder that was starting to drip blood. She stayed silent letting her limp hand rest on the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry they were all good people . . . I'm fine just had a run in with some assholes. One of them stabbed me. I dropped them." She looked at the gauges over the steering wheel. She was trying to avoid the question that still bounced around in her head.

"What happened to your hand?" He studied the cast on her hand. It was becoming rather hard to bring up her own questions when he was bouncing them back and forth.

"I broke it." All her words were void of any emotion and that worried him. She no longer could hold it back. She turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes with pale blue ones that were on the verge of tearing over. "Where's Jewel?"

His heart sped up but he kept his face calm. After the hell he could visibly see she been through he couldn't bring himself to tell her. Guilt tore at his heart aggressively. He stayed silent for a long time and she looked away feeling that the moment couldn't actually be real. He then noticed the dark circles under her eyes, no doubt the work of her case of insomnia

"You look like you could use some sleep . . . Wanna come inside?" He was avoiding the question. The truth would drive her straight over the edge and she just got back. He didn't want to loose her too.

She patted the steering wheel hard hiding her face. "No!" She yelled suddenly. She pushed the door open angrily. "I want to know where she is!" She leaned against the car and cradled her face in her hands. "Just tell me," she begged.

He stared at her and took a step back preparing for what came next. "Angel," he started with a frown. "I lost her on the road . . . we got caught in a group and I couldn't get to her."

Angel looked up then with tears invading her eyes. "Did she get?" She couldn't finish the sentence she slumped down the side of the car and started sobbing.

"No . . . I didn't see." He stooped down beside her and tried to comfort her. She snapped. She shoved him away angrily.

"Don't touch me! You're a fucking liar Dixon!" Those words stung, hitting home. "You promised you wouldn't let anything happen to her," she sobbed hiding her face in her knees. She stood suddenly and shoved him again. He stumbled back not daring to push her back. Her anger had no end and it was all aimed at him. He turned and walked away.

Angel jumped back in the car and pulled out her pistol. One bullet is all she'd need. She coked it and brought it up to the side of her head. So easy.

Mutt quickly jumped up from the floorboard and bit her hand that was holding the pistol. She had to let it drop to the floor under the pressure of the bite. The dog stood on the seat and starred at her his snout only inches from her face. He growled loudly. "But Mutt . . . It'll be so much better," she said tearing up again. He growled at her again. "Fuck you," she mumbled.

She leaned back in the seat and started laughing. "Got a fucking wolf on suicide watch!" she yelled angrily. She punched the steering wheel with her limp hand. She regretted it instantly. Dark circles danced in front of her eyes and she passed out not being able to handle the pain.

She awoke in a cell inside the prison. She pushed herself up slowly planting her hand in soft fur. She looked over and Mutt was lying protectively beside her. She fell back into the comfort of the bed. Hershel limped in keeping his distance from the dog. She starred at him for a moment. "What is it?" she asked lowly.

"We need to patch that wound up before it gets infected . . . couldn't get near you with the dog. The only one he would let around you was Beth and Carl." She now noticed the first aid kit he had in his hand. He took a chair and sat down beside her. She shrugged pulling down her tank top and bra strap. She pulled the make shift bandage up and threw it on the floor.

She sat up straight and his eyes widened in shock as he studied the wound. It was deep and open. He could actually see inside and he caught a small glance of bone. "This would've gotten infected if you left it be," he said opening the small white box and pulled out some alcohol pads. She winched as he rubbed the wound over and brought out a needle and thread. He began sowing the wound up.

"Is Jewel really gone?" she asked closing her eyes against the annoyance of the needle piercing her skin.

Mutt stirred beside her and watched the man closely. "Unfortunately yes . . . but it doesn't mean she's dead . . . you can't blame Daryl for what happened. He stayed behind trying to get her when everyone else ran." She changed the subject quickly. The thought of that man made her want to spit venom.

"So what happened to your leg?" She looked back at his nub and almost laughed.

"I got bit had to cut it off."

"Yea well I did too," she said with a smirk. He stopped sowing and starred at her with an unreadable expression. She brought her arm up and showed off where a large chunk had been ripped out. It was now scarred over and looked deformed. "I never turned . . . that was eight months ago after we got separated . . . found out I was immune to the virus."

"Are you sure that's a bite?" he asked after a long silent pause.

"Pretty sure . . . Ain't never had a fucker that ugly bite me before." He said no more. He finished sowing up the wound before bandaging it up. He stood up with his crutches and turned to leave. "Thanks Hershel . . . I'm glad some of you are still alive." She pulled her straps back up and fell back on the bed.

"It's nice to see you still alive too. We all thought you died that night." He said no more and walked out of the cell. She relaxed into the bed and thought about Jewel. If she was still alive Angel would find her. Still it ate her alive and she could hardly even stand herself.

She pushed herself off the bed then and Mutt sat up yawning. "You might as well get acquainted for a bit," she said turning to her companion. She laughed at the eelier episode. A damn dog preventing her suicide. She found it the funniest thing on the planet. A story she would have to tell at some point.

She emerged out of the cell taking notice of the size of the place. It was really roomy. She spotted Glen sitting on the steps holding his head up with his hand. She ventured over to him. Mutt planted his butt down at the opening of the cell and watched. "Hey Saint," she said taking a seat one step below him.

He smiled at the nickname, she had always called him that. "Are you ok now?" he questioned letting his hand rest in his lap. She gave a small nod and looked down.

"Yea . . . it's just hearing about Jewel and the others shook me up."

"Were you out there the whole time by yourself?" the question caught her off guard. She paused for a moment.

"Yea well besides Mutt . . . a lot of shit went down. Had to patch some old stuff up from my life. If it weren't for my dog I probably wouldn't have made it." She smiled over at Mutt and he wagged his tail for a second before lying down on the cement floor. Glen gave a small burst of laughter. "Where's Maggie?" His laughter faded just as quick as it came.

"Her and Daryl went off to get some formula for the baby." Angel scoffed at the mention of Daryl but said no more.

"Lori was a good woman," she said finally lowering her head in regret. "She'd always set me out a plate of food whether I ate it or not. She worried about that a lot." She gave a small smile from under her long brown hair. Glen decided to change the subject quickly.

"That's a sweet car you got. Where'd you steal it from?" He smiled mischievously behind her. She laughed and turned on the step leaning back and kicking her feet on the rails.

"Actually it was my car before the outbreak . . . Went back and go it. Best decision I ever made." Her words fell short as Maggie and Daryl walked up to the cellblock entrance and unlocked the gate. Maggie was carrying a basket full of baby formula. They entered and locked the gate behind them. Beth brought down the newborn baby from the upstairs area with Hershel and Carl following.

Angel quickly moved out the way to let them by. They fixed a bottle up and Daryl took the baby from Beth and started feeding it. He baby talked to it and Angel couldn't help but give a small weak smile. So this was now her life.

A week later Angel was outside playing with Mutt on look out duty. She turned seeing Maggie and Glen walking down to the cars. She quickly jogged up to them. "Where you two off to?" she asked running her hand through her hair.

"Gotta go get more baby formula," Glen answered jumping under the wheel of a Blazer. Angel nodded and opened the gate for them and closed it back. She opened the last one and closed it behind them again. She stayed there for a moment leaning against the chain link watching them leave.

She then turned her attention to a small group of walkers. One of them turned moaning at her. "Fuck you," she mumbled spitting at one of them and laughed when it hit its eye. She pushed herself from the fence and reentered the yard. Daryl met her halfway as she walked back up to the prison. He stopped and starred at her. He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't force a word out.

She paid him no mind and walked right past him. He turned and watched her. "Angel," he said softly.

Mutt stopped and so did she before she spun on her heel and glared at him. "What?" she practically yelled throwing her hands out at her side.

"You can't be mad at me." She laughed at him mockingly then before her eyes turned a dark red making her look like a demon. She jabbed her finger in his direction.

"I can't be mad?" she questioned. "You talked big before I left. Said you'd do whatever it'd take to protect her and me! I didn't need it but she did! You let her down! That's on you! If she's still alive I'll find her but I'm done with you!" She paused glaring at him and he returned it with a sad expression looking away like he had done something terribly wrong. "You lied," she finally said looking at the ground. "I trusted you . . . You promised me Daryl." A single tear crept up into her eye but she wiped it away instantly.

She ran back past him and got in her car pulling out a bottle from the back seat. Mutt jumped over her lap and gave a disapproving look before grunting. "Shut up! I need my medicine," she said taking another pack of cigarettes out the carton and lit one up before bringing the keys out of her pocket. She slammed the key in the ignition before she turned the CD player on and music poured out the speakers of the car.

She starred after Daryl as he walked back up to the prison. She glared daggers into his back before taking a large swallow of the bottles contents. She was in a hurry to reach the bottom because she knew when she did everything would be ok.

It was always ok at the bottom; she'd forget what tore at her heart. Her anger would die down with all other feelings and she'd feel like she wants to. She started singing along to a Godsmack song loudly before cranking up the car and slamming the door shut. Music ignited the alcohol inside and she felt like she thought she was suppose to. She threw the car in drive and slammed her foot down on the gas spinning the car around before repeating the same routine cutting doughnuts. Mutt stood up in the seat and placed his paw on a switch causing the window to role down; before sticking his head out the window with his version of a smile.

Angel head banged along with the music before finally coming to a complete stop in the original parked position of the car. She hollered in happiness as she cut the ignition off. What she didn't know was Rick had been watching her from a top the hill. He had to smile a bit. Angel finally looked towards the prison and noticed him standing tall it put a smile on her face because for the last week he'd been having and episode of madness himself.

She cranked the car back up and drove up to the gate motioning for him to come to the car. He opened the gate and started walking towards the car. She turned the radio down to a more appropriate level and ordered Mutt into the back seat. Her companion hesitated but finally grunted leaping over the seat and laid down in the back.

Rick finally brought the door open and sat halfway into the seat with one leg hanging out the car. Angel took another big swallow from the bottle before looking at him. She held the bottle over the console and motioned at him asking silently if he wanted a drink. He nodded no and she stuck the bottle between her legs bringing out another cigarette and lit it.

She opened her door as well to keep the smoke away from him. "So Rick you're ok now?" she asked in a friendly but yet serious way. He turned and looked at her.

"Yea . . . I think I am."

"She was a good woman . . . T-Dog and Carol were good people too . . . Maybe it was better that they passed, the suffering is over for them. I was going to put a bullet in my head after I heard about Jewel."

"What stopped you?"

"That fucker in the back seat. Knocked the gun out of my hand." She looked back at Mutt as did Rick. She gave a small smile. "We just got to fight harder for the people that are here you know. I still got fight left in me so you have to." A silence swept over them besides the music playing and Angel taking draws of the cigarette and blowing the chemicals out.

"So where have you been Angel? What have you done these past months?" he asked crossing his arms. She grabbed the bottle back up and took a big swallow before turning and giving him a half way glance. She sighed replacing the bottle between her legs.

"After we got separated I went down hill. Started seeing dead people . . . not the kind up walking around these days but people that have been actually died. I forget when things happen but I know they happened. A scientist from where I worked stumbled across the bar looking for me. I took him in and after a few days I finally lost it with his arrogant bullshit."

"What did you do?"

"I beat the crap out of him and got a lot of answers. Found out my boss did experiments on me and everyone who worked for him. He left and after a while I went after him found the base. Found out I'm immune to the virus. So if I die from a heart attack or even if I get bit I'll stay dead." She looked away from flashbacks and over at him. His eyes were wide at that information and she held out her arm where she had gotten bit. "Happened before the guy came. I never turned." She grew quiet remembering the next parts of the humble little story.

She continued. "Anyway I went back to kill my boss and every mother fucker who got in my way . . . As soon as I got in there they caught me put me in a cell, they experimented on me more. Found out Sunny would've lived after he got bit if I didn't shoot him. This guy I knew from back in the day tried to help me escape. I should've left right then but I talked him into killing my boss . . . we got caught and one of my comrades from the field shot him right in front of me." She teared up and grew silent but Rick wouldn't say anything.

She quickly drowned the tears away by taking another drink from the bottle. "This girl named Aylen helped me escape, I think I haven't heard the end of her because she wanted to kill Axel to but I knocked her out after killing my comrade. I found out he really didn't want to kill Tiny . . . just following orders you know. Before I killed my boss found out a lot of the men I killed weren't to make the world better it was to get more of those fucking drugs he was pumping into us. I killed him and thought about killing the scientist but if anyone can find a cure it'd be him. I left him alive and gave him a few blood samples after he put this cast on." She looked down at her broke hand that was holding her cigarette. He did as well.

"What happened after that?" he asked looking back up to her.

"Went back to the bar . . . some assholes jumped me one of them stabbed me. I shot two and let one go . . . I was jamming on a dirt road not far from here when I heard gunshots and then boom, bam here I am." She laughed and so did he. Their laughter fell short when they noticed a figure standing among some walkers outside the fence, carrying a basket.

They jumped out and started jogging towards the figure. Angel still clung to the bottle but quickly tucked it in her pants and drew her pistol.

It was a woman covered in blood and portions of rotting meat. She was carrying a basket full of baby formula. What the hell was going on? Where was Glen and Maggie?