Chapter 5

Hitting the Mark

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Next morning Barbara was surprised when she didn't found Daryl in the guest room. But remembering how he was, he had probably left on his own despite his injuries. The girl shook her head at his stubbornness and went to the kitchen to eat something. There was plain scrambled eggs grits, and fruit. She served herself a plate of eggs with grits, peaches and an apple and went to the dining room where Hershel had been finishing his breakfast.

"Morning," he greeted her, eating the rest of his fruit.

She was still upset with him but not as much as yesterday.

"Morning," she replied not as affectionate as usual. She didn't say anything else and just ate in silence, feeling Hershel's eyes on her.

"So you're still mad at me huh?"

Hershel told her but he wasn't upset, he was even smiling. Barbie looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. You haven't apologized."

"Apologized?"

Barbara took a sip of her milk and then looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Yesterday rings a bell? After Daryl was shot?"

Hershel nodded.

"So you're mad that I asked you to leave the room."

"You dismissed me, Hershel. There's a difference," Barbara replied clearly annoyed but her voice remained neutral. She didn't want to fight with him. She just wanted him to understand. "You dismissed me like if I were a child and in front of Patricia, Rick and Shane and Daryl. I thought you trusted my abilities. You've never kicked me out before."

The old man sighed and looked at her seriously, but not in an angry way. He looked like he was already regretting what he was going to say.

"I didn't ask you to leave because I didn't trust you. I did because of the way you were looking at Daryl... and touching him."

The girl opened her eyes surprised and blushed lightly.

"I wasn't touching him! I was feeling for broken bones or more wounds! He had been shot and stabbed and was covered in bruises!"

"And what about your excursion to the woods with him?"

Barbie was speechless for a moment and she felt like he had hit her in the head with a shovel. She looked away a moment. She thought about lying but that wouldn't help her case about him treating her as the adult she was, so she turned and faced him. It hadn't happened anything and she had nothing to apologize for.

"I helped him look for Sophia. Nothing else."

"That's why you sneaked out?"

The girl couldn't help to blush. Yep, definitely not helping with her argument.

"I didn't want to worry you. Nothing happened. We were both fine."

"It doesn't matter, Barbie. I don't trust these people."

His tone of voice had been changing and now he was clearly upset and he looked hard at her. The girl frowned.

"They're not bad people," Barbara did not understand her uncle. Hershel was a very good and charitable man. He always helped others and the way he cared for Carl proved it. So she didn't understand why he was being selfish now.

"Maybe not all of them, but I wouldn't put your friend Daryl as a good person either. He stole Nelly."

She gave him a look and huffed.

"Please, he wasn't stealing. It wasn't like he was going to run away the horse or hiding it in the RV."

"It doesn't matter. I don't trust him. And I don't trust him near you! He's older. He could've knocked you out easily if he wanted. He could've hurt you!"

"But he didn't. He's not like that!" Barbie replied getting as angry as he was.

"You don't know him!"

The girl stood up angry now.

"I do. And even if I didn't it's my problem. I'm not your daughter and I'm not a minor! You don't get to tell me what to do! And what about Maggie huh? She's getting real close with Glenn. Did you make her a scene too?"

Hershel huffed.

"Please. Maggie could arm-wrest that guy. And I did talk to her. Either way, it doesn't matter, they're not staying. I made Rick that clear."

She looked at him harshly, finally understanding something.

"Daryl didn't leave the guest room because he wanted, did he?" She asked him upset. Hershel didn't look away and he didn't look a bit sorry either.

"He didn't say anything when I asked him to leave."

Barbie shook her head, disappointed in him.

"You're unbelievable," she took her place and went to the kitchen, not hungry anymore, but stopped at the doorway and turned to him.

"I not only helping Daryl to look for Sophia. He agreed to teach me how to use the crossbow. Today is our first train session and I'm not going to miss it. And just to be clear; I'm telling you. I'm not asking."

She then turned around and left Hershel alone.

On her way to the stairs she bumped into Maggie and Isabelle who clearly had been shamelessly eavesdropping. Maggie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't mad at Barbara. She was more amused than anything.

"So you threw me under the bus, huh," Maggie told her cousin, and Barbara smirked and shrugged.

"He's always blaming you for something anyway. So I just figured..."

"You backstabbing bitch," Maggie replied chuckling and crossing her arms. "And what's all that about I heard about sneaking out with that guy, Daryl is it?

Barbara sighed rolling her eyes.

"Gosh, not you too! Nothing is happening with him. I have a boyfriend and I'm not some slut, thank you very much."

Maggie raised her eyebrows at her clear annoyance.

"You don't have to be a slut if you like him-"

"Which I don't," she firmly clarified, placing her hands on her hips. "I like him as a friend. He's a good guy under all that backwoods kinda look. Besides I'm not the one fooling around with... what's his name? Glenn?"

That wiped Maggie's smirk off and now was her turn to glare. Isabelle turned to her cousin with a grin.

"What? I knew it!" She said happily.

"I did not such a..."

"Please," Barbara interrupted Maggie, not giving her a chance. "After that run to town he was grinning like an idiot. Guys just grin like that after only after one thing..."

"And those glances at the table," Isabelle added and both sisters smirked at her annoyed cousin.

"Stop it."

"See, it's annoying. So?" Barbara pressed.

Maggie sighed and pulled her hands on her back pockets.

"Fine. But it was just once," Maggie said practically whispering.

"Sure," Isabelle smirked knowingly.

"Then I told him we should do it again."

"And?" Barbara raised her eyebrows.

Maggie huffed annoyed.

"He went to the barn and saw all the walkers."

Both sisters stopped smiling.

"What?"

"Did he tell anybody?" Barbara frowned. If Rick's group found out they won't be too happy to learn they'd be camping next to at least a dozens of walkers. And they could go and make something stupid.

"I told him not to," Maggie replied seriously. "He's going to be real sorry if he did. And don't you tell Daryl about that."

Barbara rolled her eyes.

"If I didn't ask Hershel much about that when we came, I'm not going to go around saying it to everybody."

"Well, but aside from that, do you like him?" Isabelle suddenly asked, apparently not interested or worried about Rick's group finding the walkers on the barn.

Both Maggie and Barbara turned to her a bit confused at first because of the change of topic.

"What?"

Barbara glared at her sister.

"I told you that nothing..."

"Not you, Maggie," Isabelle rolled her eyes and then looked at Maggie. "Do you like Glenn?"

"No. Well..."

"You do," the blonde grinned amused.

"I'm not sure" Maggie replied crossing her arms and frowning at Isabelle. "There are things I definitely I'm not a fan of..."

"But still you were going to have sex with him again," Isabelle reasoned.

"Shh! Ellie!" Maggie interrupted her and then turned to see at the entrance of the living room as she would find Hershel standing there at any second.

Isabelle crossed her arms and huffed.

"Why you two have all these prospects? And what do I have? Nothing. The closest to my age is Carl. Well, now that I think about it, that cop Shane it's really hot," she said pensively as really considering but her sister quickly looked at her as she had lost her mind.

"Hell no. That guy it's twice your age and a real ass," Barbara scolded her Isabelle. The only person she didn't trust in Rick's group was Shane. There was something about him she just didn't like. And the last thing she needed was Isabelle chasing after him.

"Are you going to play the age card? You?" Isabelle teased her and the brunette blushed glowering at her.

"I swear I'm this close to kicking your ass if you keep teasing me about that," Barbara threatened her sister. Then she turned around and started walking upstairs to get her crossbow.

"Where are you going?" Maggie asked and Barbie stopped in the middle of the stairs.

"I'm going to train a little."

"Isabelle and Patricia also wanted to do some gun training with Rick's group. Why don't you ask my dad if you could join them?"

"She's not gun training. She's crossbow training," Isabelle quickly and slyly replied, smirking at Maggie. Her cousin quickly smirked back.

"Really? And who could possibly teach her that?"

Barbara glared at them before turning around stomping upstairs. She gave them the middle finger, while their chuckles followed her upstairs.

"Morning," Barbie greeted Daryl, ducking to enter his tent. She sat on a cooler next to him and gave him a smile. He was lying just on a sleeping coat, leaning on two pillows, fidgeting with an arrow. The bandage of his head was gone and he just had a parch on him.

"Hey."

The girl looked him over. He wasn't pale, looked sleepy or in pain which was good. Her eyes also noticed his shirt was almost buttoned to the middle and she quickly looked at his face.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him.

"Like shit."

The girl smirked at him rolling her eyes.

"Have you had any breakfast yet?"

"Yeah, Doc. Don't worry about me," he responded teasingly and her smile widened.

"Have you been in pain or the stitches are bothering you?"

"No, everything's fine," he huffed at her insistence.

"Good."

Barbara made a pause before looking at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry Hershel kicked you out but..."

"Is okay. I get it," Daryl interrupted her, shrugging. He really didn't seem to mind. The girl nodded and the book next to him caught her eye. The girl picked it up and read the title.

"The Case of the Missing Man," she read aloud and looked at him smiling. "Is any good?"

Daryl shrugged.

"Andrea just brought it to me as an apology for almost shooting my brains out," he said sarcastically but without any trace of resentment or anger. Barbie was actually a little bit surprised. Even if they didn't have meant it she would be pissed if they had shot her.

"Do you like to read?" She asked placing the book back where it was.

Daryl squinted at her, ready to fend off any illiterate hillbilly jokes but she was just being curious. He shrugged.

"It's okay, not like I can watch TV or something."

"Yeah I guess."

Then Daryl sat suddenly, startling her.

"You ready?"

"Wait, do it carefully!" Barbie scolded him, rushing to his side but he gave her a look before she could touch him.

"I'm telling you I'm fine, woman!" He said leaving the tent carefully. To be as fine as he claimed he was certainly limping a little.

"And I'm telling you you're going to pop open the stitches!" She followed him, watching him carefully almost ready to catch him if he fall. Or at least try because it was probable she would go down with him.

"I walked out your house, didn't I?"

"Daryl, what are you doing?" They turned and Carol walked to them, watching the man worriedly. "You should be resting."

"Nah. I'm fine. I won't go far and I have Doctor Barbara with me."

The girl squinted at him and tried to suppress a smile. She liked the sound of that.

Carol didn't seem convinced though. She looked at the girl a bit harshly, as she where dragging him out, but Daryl was as stubborn as they come and, brushing Carol off, he kept going.

They went to an open field, on the left side the house, passing the camp, where the girl would have room to shoot. Barbie picked up a lawn chair and her crossbow from the porch and checked that Daryl wasn't walking too fast.

Finally finding a place, Barbara opened the chair and helped him down but not before she checked on his stitches. She buggered Daryl until he let her take a peak and when she saw they were intact and the skin around it wasn't strain and red she helped him down despite his complains and trying to snap her hands off.

"Now stand there," Daryl pointed at the place almost in front of his chair and the girl obeyed, carrying the crossbow. "Your target is that tree over there".

He pointed at the trees bordering the woods.

"That's not very far."

"Yeah well, I don't want you to kill anyone yet."

Barbara glared at him over her shoulder and lifted the crossbow as he had showed her.

"Raise the bow a little more, relax your shoulders," Daryl instructed her from the chair. "And stand firmly."

Two months ago...

"Stand firmly. You're the base of that rifle and it's going to knock you down if you don't."

Blake stood firmly and looked at Barbara amused.

"Who could've thought you would be teaching me this?" He told her with a smirk. "Miss Kappa Delta 2009. What would your sorority sisters think?"

"That you talk too much Dalton," she told him playfully and smacked her hand in his stomach. "Firm I said! Now raise the rifle. Come on."

He gave her a little smirk before obeying her.

"Now keep your target in sight. Ready for the kick back and ... now."

The boy shoot about three yards from the rabbit they were hunting, who just ran away scared.

"Not that bad. A few more tries and you may shot just a feet away from the target."

The boy looked down at her squinting.

"Ha-ha."

Before she could react, the boy hung the rifle on his shoulder and pulled her to him, his hands wrapping around her waist.

"The safety...!" The girl said startled, trying to pull back.

"Is on. Relax," and then Blake dipped his head kissing her softly. She surrounded his neck with her arms, pulling him closer and he deepened the kiss. After a few moments she pulled back and sighed.

"What?"

"It's just... I'm worried, about Ellie," Barbie said and bit her lip. "She has barely said a word since... Mom died. And I know it's understandable but I'm worried. I'm worried she won't be able to face what's coming..."

Blake stared at her but Barbie's stared was fixed on his shirt.

"She will. She has your dad and Brett, me and you. You're stronger than you think."

The girl looked up to him, not sure of herself and he smiled softly.

"You are. You're teaching me how to hunt for Christ's sake! And you've killed more of those things than any of us."

Barbara shook her head and looked away.

"It's horrible and I hated it. Each time I close my eyes... I see them... coming. Never stopping."

Blake cupped her face with his hands and lifted it to him.

"Hey, we're gonna make it work, somehow. You'll see."

The girl nodded and then raising to her tiptoes she kissed him again and he kissed her back, deeper.

"Weren't you two supposed to be hunting dinner?" A voice interrupted them. They turned to Brett walking to them, carrying also a rifle. Brett just huffed, and shook his head.

"I knew you two couldn't be trusted," he kept going, teasing them. "I should've taught you myself."

Blake smirked, pulling Barbara to his chest and wrapping his arms around her.

"Are you as good as her?"

Brett opened his mouth to answer but Barbara was quicker.

"He wishes. It took him two years before he could shot straight."

Brett glared at her.

"You just love to tell everybody that, don't you?"

Barbara chuckled.

"It's the truth. Is not my fault I'm better."

He walked away mumbling and she felt her smile widening. She looked up to Blake who had this adoration look on his face.

"I love you, you know."

The girl did, and prayed he wasn't going to tell her any time soon. She wasn't sure she loved him and after all the crap that had being going on she wasn't even sure she could feel much again. But she couldn't say that.

"Me too."

"Scorpions."

"Who?"

Daryl made a face leaning on the chair to Barbara.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard from them."

"It does ring a bell but I don't know what they used to sing." Barbara shot the crossbow and she missed. The arrow ended on the tree next to it. The girl glared at the arrow.

"Dynamite, Alien Nation, Rock you like a hurricane..."

"Oh yeah, I know that one. My dad liked it," she said placing the crossbow down, placing her foot on the cocking stirrup to hold it in place.

"Really? Your dad?" Daryl huffed mockingly, twirling an arrow on his hand. Barbara rolled her eyes.

"Who do you think was my dad? The Monopoly guy?" She said sarcastically as she wrapped her hand in his bandana.

"Well he raised you, didn't he? And look at you. Your name is even Barbie. There's irony if I ever heard one. Isn't by chance your last name Brady?"

He looked at her smirking and she glared back. Then she bent and pulled the string up and held it in place. It was tough she realized. She had to pull it as hard she was able in order to ready it. Daryl, though, had been gentleman enough to lend her his bandana so she wouldn't hurt her hands.

"Anyway, you ass, my daddy liked rock like from the seventies or eighties. I'm not sure," Barbara bent, grabbing an arrow form the grass where she had left them and put it in place. "He used to put those songs for us, but no idea what they were. Though when I heard the songs I recognized them."

"Like what?" Daryl asked a bit curious, but not really believing she knew what actual rock music was.

"There was this one that I really like, huh... Every rose has its thorn. Even my sister likes it."

Daryl nodded approvingly, slightly surprised. He watched closely how she was charging the crossbow, and he didn't say anything because she was doing it correctly.

"And you like them, the songs?" He raised his eyebrow and she looked at him shrugging.

"Sure. I mean, I wouldn't put them at a party but I heard them once in a while," Barbara lifted the crossbow and bit her lip. "There was this other one I used sing with him... What was the name? Something like... Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty, won't you please take me home," she sang the last part with a smile and she actually saw Daryl surprised.

"Guns n Roses... not bad," he admitted smiling a little, scratching his stubble. "Maybe you have some hope after all."

The girl shrugged, not seeing the big deal she liked a few rock songs. It wasn't like they were her favorites or anything.

"To be honest I'm not a big fan of rock and that stuff. I just like some. I was more like into... I don't know... Taylor Swift, or..."

"Good God. Just when I was respecting you a little, Marcia Brady," Daryl groaned and she couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't care what you think of me, Dixon," she told him with a smirk and Daryl smirked back.

"Clearly."

"And so what? She had good songs," Barbie replied but Daryl just huffed and leaned closer to her.

"Please. Higher... there you go."

She lifted more the crossbow like he told her and shot. This time she hit the right tree but about three feet higher than intended. Daryl nodded at her approvingly though.

"Favorite movie?" Barbara asked him as she placed the crossbow down again.

Daryl leaned back on the chair.

"The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Probably you don't have an idea what it is," he thought that if she liked that Taylor Swift chick, her tastes were far different from his regarding anything else. After all he was almost twice her age.

But Barbara just looked up at him and smirked, pointing at him with the empty crossbow as if it were a gun.

"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people: those with loaded guns and those who dig," the girl said, doing an exaggerated Texan accent.

Barbara had already surprised him once and he didn't though she could do it again. He had been wrong.

"No shit. You've seen it? Don't you like stuff like girly movies or some shit?"

"I love old movies, especially classics," Barbara said holding down the crossbow again and wrapping the bandana around her hand. "But I prefer anything of Audrey Hepburn or Humphrey Bogart or Clark Gable. I loved him so much. I wanted to marry him when I was fifteen after seen Gone with the Wind. I still kinda do."

Daryl raised his eyebrows.

"He wasn't like in his forties on that movie?"

Barbara shrugged.

"I don't mind it. I've dated an older guy once," she told him with a smile. Though, the girl realized a bit too late, her smile and what she was saying sounded pretty much like she was flirting with him. And it was obvious he had thought it too because he looked a bit uncomfortable. Barbara blushed and busied herself by pulling up the crossbow string.

Daryl watched Barbara and how she was embarrassed. She had been just chatty. She hadn't meant to insinuate nothing to him. His first instinct was to tease her about it but then again, she had a loaded weapon and he couldn't run. Better not to tempt her temper.

"Too bad he's dead," Daryl replied trying to joke a bit.

"Isn't everybody's problem these days?" She said trying to sound sarcastic but the reality of it, made her sound melancholic.

Daryl watched her placing the string slowly in place. She suddenly was very quiet and sad looking. He didn't feel like to comfort her. He wasn't very good at it. And he had enjoyed her chirpiness and playfulness so he tried to distract her from gloomy thoughts.

"What's yours?"

"Hum?" The girl looked up at him confused.

"Your favorite movie?" He clarified and Barbara straightened up placing another arrow on the crossbow. A smile slid on her face.

"Can't you guess?"

"Gone with the Wind?" He said rolling his eyes and she chucked.

"Hey, it's a classic for a reason."

"Geez, what's with chicks and those movies?" Daryl grunted, twirling the arrow again in his hand, pleased to see he had succeeded at distracting her.

"Those movies?" She repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"You know, romantic movies. It's just bunch of boring shit."

Barbara actually looked indignant and he failed to suppress a smirk.

"Gone with the Wind is cataloged as an epic, not a romantic movie," she started ranting. "And it was about, you know, appreciating what you have, surviving... pretty much like these days. I've always wondered how Scarlett could do all that on her own. I never thought I could be that strong, or do things she did."

The girl looked away, falling again to that melancholic mood.

"You are though."

Barbara turned to Daryl with her eyebrows raised.

"I mean it," he insisted. "You saved yourselves on the woods, took precautions because you didn't know me, and now you're learning to use a weapon. You are doing that. Surviving." She didn't hear mockery in his voice. He wasn't teasing. He was being serious. Barbara smiled at him and then turned to the tree, raising the charged crossbow.

Two months ago...

The rabbits were chewing easily unaware of the humans hovering near.

Barbara and Brett looked at their father who just nodded. All three raised their guns and pointed.

The girl saw the rabbit she was pointing at going still and lifting its little ears up... She just couldn't. Brett and her dad shot at the same time and she was late for barely a second. But it gave time for the rabbit to run away. So there was only two dead rabbits.

William looked down at her daughter with raised eyebrows.

"What was that?" He asked her.

"I missed."

"Yeah, I know. On purpose," the man huffed stomping to get the rabbits.

Barbara sighed a bit annoyed.

"What's the point anyway?" She said, hanging her rifle on her back and crossing her arms. "We have enough supplies and we're two hours away from the farm."

"We're not going to make it to the farm today," William replied, hanging the riffle on his back and picked the dead animals. "The interstate is going to be crowded, so we need to take a different route and it's going to be dark soon. Don't want to be driving in the dark through places I don't know."

He then walked to his daughter who looked sick at the bloody bundles, but looked up when William was in front of her.

"Look I know you don't want to do it. That you don't think you need to do it. But you do. You need to learn how to survive. This," the man raised the rabbits, "may be the difference between dinner and starvation. Life and death. I know you don't want to shoot bunnies, or Bambies, but you can't think of them like that anymore."

Barbara looked at him intently and then nodded, a little bit ashamed of her weakness. Her father smiled and made a gesture with his head.

"Go to your sister, honey. And send your boyfriend," William told her daughter, then smirked a bit. "If you're going to do the hunting, the least he can do is come and learn how to skin them."

"Sure, daddy," the girl said and left quickly, relieved that at least her dad hadn't made her skin the poor rabbits.

"Now if you could only shoot that damn arrow straight," Daryl grumbled.

"It's not my fault. The crossbow doesn't work right or something," Barbara defended herself frustrated because the bows had been falling on the same spot but above the mark she was supposed to be pointing at.

"The bow's just fine," Daryl replied looking at the weapon and then at the girl. "Shoot, again. I want to see what you're doing wrong."

Barbara huffed and mumbled under her breath but charged the bow as quickly as possible. Then she shot and the arrow went directly above where she was aiming.

"See, the bow," she complained looking at him.

Daryl who had been watching her closely, her standing and the movements of her hands, had finally seen why she couldn't aim.

"It's not the bow," he responded looking at her. "You're still doing what I told you about the rifle?"

Barbara nodded.

"Yes."

"Forget it. Is messing you up. You're jerking the crossbow because you're expecting a stronger kick-back like with a rifle. Here," before she could react he stood up rather quickly and stepped to her.

"No, you can't be standing," the girl protested watching him for any sign of pain but he snapped away her hand reaching for him.

"It's just a moment," he said ignoring her worry. "Stop fuzzing, woman. Now here," he grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her to put her in place. Barbara lifted the crossbow and Daryl placed her hands over hers, and stepped close behind her, his close pressed close to hers.

"Hold still," he told her and he did but not so much because of the crossbow but because he was too close. His breathing was on her neck and was beyond distracting. She had forgotten already what he had just told her.

"Don't move it, and..." Daryl pressed the trigger and the arrow flew hitting the mark. Barbara was surprised by this that she forgot a bit her earlier discomfort and squealed excited.

"There you go." Daryl smirked at her happiness and she turned to the side to look up at him. Her eyes were gleaming and she had a smile on her face. He couldn't help to notice the green lights in her brown eyes or her smell like lavender or... Daryl opened wide his eyes and quickly stepped back as she had just burnt him. Her smile disappeared and she frowned worried.

"Are you okay? Are your stitches hurting or...?"

"No, no, it's fine," he quickly replied, relieved she hadn't noticed. He slumped back into the chair, breathing deeply, trying to get the smell of her out of his nose.

"Now, you can't be sitting and standing just because, Daryl," Barbara scolded him, placing a hand on her hip. Daryl huffed at her. He then wondered how someone so tiny could do all the things she did. She wasn't short but even Glenn was taller and she was so skinny that it felt like a hard blow could knock her over. And she had felt even smaller between his arms... No, no, he wasn't going there. No way. Stop thinking about that...!

"Daryl, please. I'm serious. You could pull out the stitches," her annoyed voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he just moved lightly on the chair, trying to looked annoyed and not uncomfortable.

"Fine, I promise. I won't do it," he said gruffly.

"Good. They're healing pretty well if you can do all this without hurting yourself," Barbara continued unaware of were his thoughts had been just a moment ago. "At this pace tomorrow you'll be in your feet but don't overdo anything. Don't pull anything heavy."

"Sure, Doc," he said rolling his eyes a bit. She worried way too much.

"So, I'm going to keep looking for Sophia tomorrow. Wanna come?"

Barbara nodded.

"Someone has to make sure you don't do anything stupid," he told him with a sly smile before starting to walk to the trees to retrieve the arrows.

"Funny, smart-ass," he called after her and she smirked at him over her shoulder and he smirked back.

Daryl would never admitted it, not even to himself, but his eyes wandered to her backside when she walked away.

Two months ago

"What's that?" Isabelle asked looking through the window.

"It looks like a school," Blake replied also poking his head out of the car.

They were barely fifteen minutes away from Hershel's farm but they had to cross Senoia's town first. Now they had reached the high school but it hadn't been deserted like other places they had found. This building was crowded and not only with people but with soldiers.

"Dad, look," Brett pointed at a make-shifted sign. It read: SAFE ZONE.

"You think it's secure?" Isabelle asked his father.

Two soldiers were already walking to them, and making them signs to come forward and pull over.

"Maybe we could stay today," William told his kids and Blake. "See how they're holding up to and if they're not good, we just head to Hershel's."