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The pain was worse than anything she had ever felt before. Her stomach burned and stung, a blood curdling scream escaped her dry lips as she felt her body fall to the hard, cold concrete floor below her. It felt as if someone had stabbed her with a searing hot blade, twisting it around in the wound on her skin. Her left hand grasped her right side landing in a warm dense liquid forming and oozing around her fingers and stomach.

When brought back to her face, a dark red substance stained her fingers and ran down her wrist.

She was bleeding. She knew that, however, the reason to why she was on the ground withering in pain was a mystery to her. Abruptly, startling her, two cold hands grasped her arms and shoulder and brought her forwards against them.

"Oh god, Brad she's bleeding badly, Kayla wake up, please, don't do this to me", his voice was frantic, choked as cold water droplets hit her cheek and ran down her skin. She knew his voice, recognized it from somewhere, yet she couldn't place it in the time she had left before, like her eyesight, his words blurred together until they stopped completely.

It was like falling asleep, dropping out of consciousness and finding yourself in a dark space where anything could happen, images of a dream fighting their way in to reality. Controlling your thoughts and feelings; placing you in what seemed like an alternate universe.

Kayla always loved her dreams, even her nightmares seemed better than her reality, what she had to wake up to. Her dreams gave her a gift, the ability to 'see' what was going on around her perfectly, it was no longer a blurred out image like rain falling on a painting, and it was perfect.

She could pretend that nothing in her life was wrong, allowing her to forget home, work, the people around her and just be free to do whatever she wanted. Most of the time she would dream of sitting by the bank down near her old home where she hid out from her mother. Watching the geese heard their babies too safety in the water.

Then came the part she dreaded, the inevitable end of her imaginary escape, where her body shook and her mind stretched. Her eyes fighting open as the images she produced disappeared before her eyes to show her the world around her.

The pain came back full force and her body flinched as the sudden intake of breath as her eyes fluttered open only to be burned by the sun beaming down upon her. Keeping her eyes shut against the blinding light she took in another sharp breathe as nausea passed her, the smell of rotting flesh and burnt hair wafting past her nose.

It was enough to make a man's insides churn in their stomach. Questions filled her mind, what was she doing here? What had happened? Why was she in so much pain? But as she fought to seek the answers her head throbbed with a painful headache.

Feeling her surrounding she noticed she was sitting, sitting against something hard and cold, metal points poking into the skin on her back. Her legs were stretched out in front of her lazily as her head leaned against her shoulder. Slowly moving her head forwards, her right hand grazed her side where it scraped dried flakes on her skin and passed scabbed torn skin. That's when she noticed something, grasped tightly in her right hand was a metal object.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open against her cheeks as she brought the object close enough to her face to take in the outline of it. It was black, and had a very descriptive shape to it as her pointer finger looped through the circular hold. Feeling the button underneath her, she understood. In her hand she held a gun, the gun she knew belonged to the holster around Brad's waist and he was sure to be mad if he saw her with it.

Wait…Brad...Jason. Kayla jumped at the sudden thought of the two brothers and Mary, probably playing with Jake as she sat there doing nothing.

"Jason…Mary" her voice was hoarse and dry, scratching at her throat painfully as she tried to holler, what had happened to her? Looking around she could see blurred images of dark heaps on the ground around her, unmoving and daunting.

That's when she remembered what had happened and she became frightened, the walkers had attacked their camp and she had gone down to help, that's all she could remember, so then where were the others?

They couldn't of… she refused to think about it. Unexpectedly causing Kayla to jump she could hear something, sobbing, someone was crying off to her side.

"Jason..." she called out again turning her body towards the cries to see someone sitting there on the ground hovering over another one of the dark heaps, smaller than the others. They were alive; they were here to help her. The figure moved as it chuckled deliriously, a deranged tone in her voice as Kayla pinpointed who it was by the dark grey hair and larger, chubby figure.

"Mary, what happened?" but her question was going to forever go unanswered as the old lady moved her hand to her head.

"I'…S-So- So-rry" and Kayla screamed again as a loud gunshot sounded over the abandoned road.

"This- this can't be happening" Kayla said to herself as she shook with fresh tears moving her body to sit up further against the tire of the RV. Everyone was gone. Looking down to her side she stared coldly at the weapon in her hand while it started to look quite friendly.

Abandoned… that was the perfect word, that's exactly what she was, alone and going to die. Jason was gone, he left her, like everyone else, and she left her alone. Just like her dad, like her mom, like her eyesight and friends she was cast aside and left to her solitude. The headache intensified, lifting the weapon to her forehead she leaned against it tears streaming down her face.

Second's turned into minutes as Kayla stared down the trigger her finger rested on, the tip digging into the skin on her forehead. Her body had gone numb, her mind blank. Finally she closed her worthless eyes and sighed, exhaustion grabbing at her.

'What choice do you have? Just pull the trigger and this will all be over'

'They aren't coming back for you, who would?'

"Are you bit?" This voice was different from the other's it sounded like someone talking to her while underwater, far away. Kayla almost wanted to laugh as her head shook back and forth; great she was answering her delusions.

"You should put the gun down, we can help you"

'Nobody can help you'

The gun clicked as her thumb slipped back into position after pulling the pin back and clicking the gun into place.

'There you go, go back to your dreams'

"You don't have to do this"

Darkness. It beat her to it, cruel as it was; life wasn't going to give her the easy way out, like everything else in her life she wasn't going to get freedom.

Her world slipped and her hand dropped as she let go.

It splashed around her as she came up from the depths of the water around her, sending waves over the surface. Pushing her long black hair away from her face, she rubbed her eyes and looked out and the blurred image of sky meeting water, high cliffs standing tall around the edges as the sun hung high in the cloudless sky.

She could hear birds singing beautifully all around her moving from tree to tree followed by multiple other forest creatures enjoying the day. It was truly a beautiful thing to witness especially in times so dark and depressing.

Catching her immediate attention, Kayla frowned as she heard yet another interruption in nature's music as another arrow pierced the air ending with a quick squealing sound before the hit animal died quickly. Rolling her eyes she sighed, the man was truly going to drive her insane and that was that.

Pulling the hair tie from around her wrist she moved it within her hair pulling it roughly into a messy tangle of a bun before standing coming chest level with the lake water.

"Can you pass me a towel?" Kayla asked walking up the bank towards the shore.

Daryl had just finished tying his earliest kill to the rope around his shoulder when the girl he was supervising spoke. Without thinking he turned around only to freeze in his motions as his blue eyes landed on her figure in the water.

The white tank top she worse was drenched as it stuck to her body like glue tracing every muscle, curve and movement she made as she exited the water. The black swimsuit that Andrea had lent her was very visible under the thin material pulled tight to her small frame. Defining other things to which Daryl immediately felt heat rush to his head as he turned back quicker than ever.

"God Dammit, warn a man would 'a" he barked out as he maneuvered himself towards the white fluffy towel and held it out towards her behind him.

Kayla looked at him confused by his reaction as she followed his form towards the outstretched material and grabbing it from his hands, wrapping it around her body after dabbing it over her hair. Shivering from the sudden cold, forming goose bumps on her skin she snuggled into the warmth of the towel.

"I kind of thought 'can you pass me a towel' sort of indicated my departure from the water" she said with a small smile on her lips while Daryl just grunted and kept his eyes on the trees and ground.

"Are you done?" Kayla asked when she realized he wasn't going to retaliate on her previous comment.

Daryl fixed the rope higher up his shoulder situating it where it wasn't going to rub against his skin, his prey hoisted up against his being. Kayla scrunched her nose and looked away from what she already knew were multiple dead squirrels from the forest.

"Don't'cha give me that look if 'a wanna eat tonight" Daryl barked as she looked at him like he had just grown an extra head. "What di'ya think we was gonna do with em" he added with a chuckle as he again maneuvered them to a better place over his shoulder.

"I think I just lost my appetite" Kayla commented feeling sick to her stomach at the thought of eating a cute baby squirrel. Slipping on her boots, leaving them untied on her feet, they began walking back to camp. Daryl looked over to the girl beside him a thoughtful expression on his face; she stumbled constantly over the ruts in the path, tripping up over branches or rocks, however, she never looked angry or upset by it; she looked determined.

"Merle's my brother"

Kayla, startled by his gruff voice as she had been lost in thought, turning she looked at him after trip ping on yet another tree branch. Having her condition it was next to impossible to tell someone's facial expression so she had grown use to listening to people's voices.

However, Daryl's voice never held much emotion, except for maybe anger, he was always quick to the point, without much care in what he was saying, yet when he had spoken he sounded genuinely upset. Suddenly it dawned on her, the leather jacket in the truck, it had taken her a minute or two to figure out what it said but there was no mystery now.

"Where is he now?" her voice, Daryl thought, was somewhat comforting when she wasn't being sarcastic. It held real emotion in it unlike most others back in camp when it came to his brother or even himself.

"Don't know. Lost him in Atlanta. I left 'im" Daryl explained, the incident playing in his mind like it was yesterday.

Kayla could tell there was more to the story then just that, something he hadn't come to terms with or couldn't forgive himself for. So there was more to the man then just arrogance and a tough exterior, she smiled at her new found discovery of him.

"Thank you" she whispered as they reached the camp where they had all parked up for the night.

It had originally Lori's idea to finally find someplace they could go to clean their clothing and bodies as they were all starting to look very under the weather and they couldn't afford for someone to get sick.

"There you are; I cleaned these for you"

Kayla looked up at the short haired woman, the mother of the little girl in the camp; Carol. She always had a kind look in her eyes and a motherly attitude towards everyone here. Kayla hadn't expected the kindness the woman gave her and the ache in her heart it created.

"Uhh, thanks so much" she said not sure what else to say to express her appreciation.

"No problem Hun, now hurry and get changed before you catch a cold" Carol instructed smiling warmly at the girl's startled expression.

Following what she was told Kayla headed towards the RV where Lori said she could have some privacy.

"We started you a fire Daryl" T-dog said snapping Daryl out of his thoughts while Kayla disappeared within the Winnebago, he grunted as he sat down dropping his load to the floor and unclipping his hunting knife from his belt.

Unzipping the black duffel bag he shuffled through the contents pushing aside clothing and multiple other things, picture frames, books, electronics etc. He didn't understand and actually chuckled all the while, why a girl who could not see needed books and pictures was beyond him. Finally his hand passed over a bundle of papers and he grinned darkly,

"Jackpot" he whispered pulling them from the bag and snapping the elastic band around the bundle. His dark brown eyes scanned over the papers growing wide as realization dawned on him. Grabbing up his newly found information he closed the bag and slammed the door to Daryl's truck shut.

Kayla had finished dressing into a pair of dark skinny jeans with the knees ripped out and a bleach stain on her left thigh. Stuffing the pant legs into her boots before finally tying them up tight to her ankles. A baggy, off shoulder shirt hung loosely from her torso as her hair remained tied messily to the back of her head. Lori had helped her re-bandage the wound to her side which had finally started to heal up quite nicely.

"You get over it eventually" Lori said chuckling as Kayla scrunched up her nose in disgust as Daryl gutted yet another small animal and T-Dog helped cook it over the fire.

"Somehow that makes it worse" she answered dryly turning around; sometimes she was happy not being able to see. Something told her sight would have emptied her stomach more than it already was.

Everything was peaceful and content while the kids played and the adults helped to get ready for food to be on their laps. That was until Rick saw Shane, who had been missing for about an hour or so storm into camp with an expression of anger and alcohol on his breath.

"I knew you were hiding something" he growled heading straight towards Kayla who was standing beside Carol, helping her wash up dishes.

Everyone looked up at him, curious to what he was going on about now seeing the half empty bottle of Rum in his hands, spilling everywhere as he walked. Both Rick and Daryl stood up coming towards the confrontation ready to settle it before Shane did something he regretted.

Kayla watched swallowing the immediate fear she had of the man standing across from her, even in her blurry haze of reality she could see anger and frustration radiating of the man who hadn't spoken more than one word to her since she left with them.

"I think we deserve a few answers" his tone was threatening and his stance only intensified his words.

"Shane leave her alone, she doesn't owe us anything". But Rick's plea fell on deaf ears, Shane was drunk and he was angry; he was going to get some answers if it was the last thing he did.

"What are you hiding girl?"

Slamming a bunch of papers on the table that looked like multiple sets of maps and directions Shane sneered at her. Kayla instantly recognized what he had presented to her, she had held them, seen them and known about them for a long time,

"You went through my bag?" Kayla asked incredulously, feeling anger within her that her stuff had been searched.

"Shane, you can't just do that" Rick said not believing what his best friend had done behind all their backs. Kayla grabbed the papers quickly while Shane was distracted, "That's where you were going before they left you isn't it" Shane hollered at her, Daryl came and stood between them pushing Shane back as he tried to step closer to the frightened girl.

"Don't you touch her" he said threateningly glaring down the man.

"You knew somewhere safe to go this whole time" he accused ignoring the Dixon and Rick as the cop held his friend back. "Shane, drop it, leave her alone" Lori said coming onto the scene, "you're scaring her and the kids" she continued pointing back at Carl and Sophie standing behind Carol who held them close.

Shane stared at everyone growling angrily. "I told you guys letting her stay was a bad idea" he spat before pushing Rick off him and leaving the scene spitting at the ground before taking another swing of alcohol. Everyone watched him leave before turning to Kayla holding the papers to her chest protectively as a tear slid from her eye down her cheek.

Food For Thought: So, once again I ask; Do I add Hershel's Farm or not? The story could either way and I'm stumped on which path to take. Please let me know your thoughts in a review, I would really appreciate it! The more reviews the better mood i'm in and the better the next chapter will be. Thanks!

Preview: Lori almost verbally gasped as she looked at the girl's pale skin, scattered on her pale skin were multiple scars etched their forever, some large, some small, some really old some not so much. Lori distinctely remembered what Rick had informed them when they first met her "she has bruises and cuts all up her leg and I can tell you now there not from falling over".