AN: So, I have the worst luck EVER. I've been like flu like sick, and now I injured my rotator cuff (shoulder blade area) and just wow…That makes typing this difficult but whatever. I always get the stupid injuries lol.

"I gotta find a CB," Daryl told Marie. She gave him a questioning look. "C'mon." He wasn't going to tell her about what he discovered here. People could hear, and if they caught wind of what he knew, they'd all want to go. She obliged and they went for the garage that the prison had. Thinking about it, he figured one of the trucks that they found would have to have a CB.

"So what happened out there?" she asked as they walked.

"A lot," he admitted. "Damn walkers surrounded us in the car. Tyreese got bit…I had to try," he paused. "We don' know that what happened with Hershel wasn't jus' bad luck, y'know."

"Oh…" She trusted his judgment. "I hope it works this time…I don't want to lose anyone else." He nodded in agreement. They arrived at the garage and they walked to the only semi in the whole garage. It had carried fuel and they had put it in cars as they needed it. But, other than that, they hadn't used it for anything else. They both climbed in and he got the keys from the visor and put them in the ignition. He turned it back and the lights came on. He turned a few knobs on the CB and found what he was looking for.

"Here," he held out the end to Marie. "Say yer lookin' for Kim."

"Why me?" She asked.

"Ya sound less threatenin'. They got a safe place…I want 'em to let us in."

"How'd you hear about this?"

"It was broadcasted on the emergency channel. Said they're somewhere 'round Savannah."

"Okay," she took a deep breath. "This is Marie, I'm looking for Kim…" She wasn't sure exactly what to say. They waited for a response.

Silence.

Suddenly, there was a break in the static. "This is Kim."

"We're looking for safety…Do you have that?"

"This is Henry," the voices changed to someone older and manlier. "It depends. How many are in your group?"

"Um a lot…That depends on how many you can take…"

"Do you have a family?" he asked. These questions were kind of personal, but Marie understood the questioning. Daryl held his hand out to take the end where they spoke. If they were going to have someone intimidating, then Daryl could answer.

"Me, my wife, an' our four kids. Her bother, an' her niece an' nephew." It would take too long for Daryl to explain his relationship with Marie, so calling her his wife was easier.

"Where are y'all?"

"Ya think I'm gonna tell ya that? Ya coul' be dangerous," he stated. He'd some place else if it meant disclosing the location of the prison and possibly getting everyone there killed.

"I want to apologize for him," the previous feminine voice took over. "That was over stepping and we can understand that it's unsafe for you to disclose your location. But we can't trust you guys fully either…"

Right as Daryl pushed the talk button, Gavin pulled the semi door open-with impressive strength. "Momma!" He called. "Daddy! Yer back!" he exclaimed, noticing Daryl, he was of course off topic now.

"Who's that?" the voice replied.

"What's it to you?" Daryl replied, irritated. It was pretty obvious who the little boy was just by what he said.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Marie asked her son.

"Parker won't stop crying," he said. "Laura told me to come get ya…She thinks maybe it's a fever…"

"Um, you just tell me what you come up with here…" Marie said. She knew that fevers could be dangerous in infants. "I'll go make sure he's okay…"

"Do ya need me too?" Daryl asked. If his son needed him, he'd go. But this was kind of important too…

"No, I've got it…You just take care of this…" She found herself to be surprisingly calm on the outside. She didn't want to unnecessarily worry him. If it was a fever, a dangerous one, then she'd tell him, but otherwise, he could focus on finding them safety.

"I'm here," Marie announced as she walked into the cell block. Sophia was holding Airy, while Laura had Parker. "What's going on."

"Marie," she started. "I don't know how it happened, but he has a fever…He won't stop shivering, and his head is burning up…I wasn't sure what you'd want me to-"

"A cold bath…Right? You're the one that knows about this stuff…Or am I supposed to warm him up?"

"I've been trying to warm him up."

"Cold bath it is," she said, holding her arms out for the baby. "Carl, will you go let Daryl know, but tell him not to worry. Just tell him to try and hurry things up…"

"Where is he?" the freckled face boy asked.

"In the garage. He's in the semi." Carl nodded. She wondered how Gavin had found her, but at this moment, she didn't care. She needed to break Parker's fever. It could be dangerous if she didn't. She held the crying baby close to her, and whispered soothing things to him as she walked towards the showers. "Momma's here…Parker, you're okay, honey. Calm down," she murmured. He was a little quieter.

"How many can ya take?" Daryl had convinced Kim and Henry-her father, that the group was good and they could protect them.

"No more than thirty," Henry replied. "I'll give you better instructions tomorrow at dawn."

"Thank-"

"Daryl…Parker has a fever," Carl said opening the truck door. "That's what it is for sure…Aunt Marie's gonna try and give him a cold shower to break it but…"

"Hol' on. I'm almost done," Daryl told Carl. He knew that it was important and he should be there for Marie. Carl nodded. "I gotta go…My son's got a fever," Daryl explained.

"The four year-old or the baby?"

"The baby," he replied nervously.

"Laura, do we have any antibiotics?"

"None that he could take," she replied.

"What about Tylenol? Motrin?"

"I'll have to check…Let's just hope this breaks his fever…When Bob's done with Tyreese, I'll have him come help you."

"Thank you."

All Marie could do was sit back and watch as her youngest son shivered in the basin full of ice cold water. They didn't actually have a bathtub so she couldn't use that. They had to settle for a deep sink in the laundry room. He couldn't actually sit up anyway, so a bathtub wouldn't have really been beneficial. "You're mommy's tough boy, aren't ya?" She gave him a smile and ran her fingers through his dark brown hair. She only wished that she could simply take him to a doctor, a real doctor, not a combat medic. Sure Bob was great, but he wasn't a local pediatrician. She would never complain though, because she realized how fortunate she was in these times to have someone to treat illnesses at all. Plus, if it weren't for Bob, she'd be dead.

"Momma, is he gonna be okay?" Gavin asked, walking into the laundry room area. He hugged her leg. She reached down and tousled his hair.

"I hope so, honey…You were sick when you were a baby too. You had colic, it wasn't bad like some babies, but you would sometimes cry for no reason at all…"

"Why'd I get that?"

"I don't know…It just happens. The doctor said it was more common in firstborns…So it's just kind of what happens, I guess."

"Will Airy get sick too?"

It was a good question. The two were pretty much attached at the hip, so it was very possible. Marie came up with the best answer that she could. "I hope not."

"How's 'e doin'?" Daryl asked, making his way into the room. His as his boots stepped across the tile, his steps echoed throughout the large, nearly empty-save the rows of washing machines, room.

"You didn't have to leave what you were doing," Marie said. It was easier than answering him. By him getting sick, she felt like a failure. As a mother she was supposed to be able to protect her kids from anything and everything-whether it was things as terrifying as walkers, or things as tiny as germs.

"Was done, anyhow. They're gonna let us in," he didn't let his lips fully make a smile. All of the joy and relief from being able to go somewhere safe was sucked up by all of this.

"That's fantastic! How?" Marie asked, turning to face him, briefly. She returned to Parker promptly.

"Talked to 'im." Daryl had told him about his family and how they were the reason he needed the safe haven, and how he had two very young babies, a four year-old, and a thirteen year-old. He told Henry about their group in general, that they were mostly good people trying to survive. There were lots of kids that needed protected.

"I'm glad…Did they tell you where it's at?" Marie decided against prying on what he'd told Henry specifically. It didn't matter. As long as they were going to be safe, she didn't care.

"Gonna contact 'im at dawn."

"Good. Gavin, sweetheart, will you go find me a towel, please? I think he's been in here long enough…I can try to warm him up on my own."

"Yes, momma." Gavin didn't mind doing things for his mother. He loved her and she was always doing what was best for everyone. She couldn't do wrong in his eyes. He just worried about the conversation she and Daryl had just had. Did it mean that they were leaving? If they were was it going to be just their family…or? He was confused and worried. He didn't wasn't to leave. He wanted to stay here with Sophia and Carl…And Beth. He knew that his 'family' was his mother, Daryl, Parker, Airy, and Sophia-well technically speaking it was only his mother, Parker, and Airy, but he'd come to know his family to be everyone at the prison. He counted on each of them to do their part and keep each other safe. Families were there for each other, that's what the prison group was…They couldn't leave any of that behind as far as he was concerned.

Gavin found a towel-as his mother had requested and brought it back to her. She thanked him and wrapped Parker up before hugging him to her. "How many did they say that they'd take?" she asked Daryl.

"No more than thirty," he replied. They all began the trek back to their cell block. "Which means we've got some pickin' to do…We can't take everybody."

"We knew that before though. Remember, we didn't want to take everybody…That was our reason for wanting to leave in the first place."

"'Course I 'member. Jus' who do we take…'Cause we're gonna leave lots a people defenseless…"

"I don't know…" she was being completely honest. The prison was safe…to an extent. But now that it came time to leave, and to actually pick people to leave with her, Marie realized what a huge burden this would be. What would they do, have a random lottery? Or would she and Daryl get to choose?

There were laws to both plans, what if they did do the lottery type thing and people that they were trying to avoid came? Then, that would defeat the purpose. And if Daryl and Marie chose…and people found out, they could be like hunted down by the other people. It seemed like an extreme thought, but it was an excuse not to simply say that she didn't want to be selfish and keep all of that on her conscience.

The best thing to do would be to talk to Daryl about it, she decided. He would know what to do, she hoped so anyway because if she didn't, it would take much longer to get to their safety; she kind of missed when she was only worried about their family leaving. There was a lot less stress that way. And, with Parker being ill, he needed antibiotics and rest. For all Marie knew, it was something to do with the air quality inside the prison. No matter what, they needed to get out of that large, concrete death trap. She wouldn't die inside those walls and neither would her family. She wanted to leave at the soonest available time.

AN: It was longer on the bright side. I hope y'all liked the latest installment. I prepared a list of people that would go with Daryl and Marie, and it only comes up to twenty-nine. So, if someone wants to create an OC, male of female and kind of send me a profile thing. Age, gender, height, hair/eye color, previous job, name, and a back story. Don't feel obligated, I can do so myself, but if you want to it's kind of just out there :). I'll pick which ever one I like best. Thanks! Review!