Third Person POV
At the quarry, Rick stared at the sunrise over Atlanta as he tried to reach Morgan on the walkie-talkie.

"Morgan, I don't know if you're out there. I don't know if you can hear me. Maybe you're listening right now. I hope so. Quinn and I found others . . . my family, if you can believe it. My wife and son, they're alive. I wanted you to know that. Quinn's father . . . we found him. He didn't make it. There's something else you need to know. Atlanta isn't what we thought. It's not what they promised. The city is . . . Do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now. We're camped a few miles northwest, up by a big abandoned rock quarry. You can see it on a map. I hope you come find us. But be careful. Last night walkers came out of the woods. We lost people. Watch yourself, Morgan. Take care of your boy. I'll try you again tomorrow at dawn."

Quinn POV
I woke up and looked around. I was at the bed in the RV. I walked out the door and saw Rick walking away from Andrea, who was holding her guy and her other hand was around Amy's.

I was about to walk over when a voice stopped me. "Quinn!" It was Glenn. He rushed over and pulled me to a hug and I hugged back. I looked over his shoulder and saw Lori, Rick, Carol and Shane walking over with Daryl following behind.

We broke the hug. "You okay?" Glenn asked and I send him a small smile. "Yeah," I said. Lori and Carol both pulled me to a tightly hug and I hugged them back. "Sweetheart," Lori said and we pulled away. Right after that, Rick pulled me to a tight hug.

"You okay, kid?" Shane asked, patting my shoulder and Rick and I pulled away. "Yeah," I said and looked at Andrea who was still looking at Amy's dead body, "What about Amy?"

"Will think about something," Rick replied. "Y'all can't be serious. Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb," Daryl said. "What do you suggest?" Rick asked.

"Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance," Daryl said. "No," Lori disagreed as she put her arms around my shoulders. "For God's sakes, let her be."

... ...

I sat on the steps of the RV. I saw Daryl and Morales dragging a body of someone from the camp over to the fire. Glenn started yelling at them, "We don't burn them! We bury them!" He said, pointing to where ever the people were suppose to go.

I could see the anger look on Daryl face as they put the body down. "Y'all left my brother for dead! You had this coming!" He motioned at the disaster before storming off and I sighed sadly.

"A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!" I heard Jacqui voice and I rushed alongside the others. "I'm okay. I'm okay," Jim whimpered. Daryl had the pickax in the hands and marched over to Jim. "Show it to us," He ordered, causing Jim to back away. Shane and Rick walked up to Jim.

Jim picked up a shovel. "Jim, no one will hurt you, we just need to see," I said calmly as I approached to him a bit. Shane pulled me back as T-Dog grabbed Jim from behind, Daryl lifts Jim's shirt up. Right there, on his stomach, was a bit mark. "I'm okay. I'm okay," Jim said over and over again.

Jim sat on a crate by the RV, while we gather around the campfire. "I say we put a pickaxe in his head and the dead girl's and be done with it," Daryl said. "Is that what you'd want if it were you?" Shane asked. "Yeah, and I'd thank you while you did it," Daryl snapped. "I hate to say it- I never thought I would- but maybe Daryl's right," Dale said.

"Jim's not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog," I said, sticking up for Jim. "I'm not suggesting we kill him," Dale said. "If we go down that road where do we draw the line?" I said as I looked at both Rick and Shane, who were nodding in agreement with what I said. "The line's pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers, or them to be," Daryl said trying to convince us otherwise.

"She's right, we can't just kill a person, it isn't human," Rick said. "What if we can get him help? I heard the CDC was working on a cure."

"I heard that too." I looked at Shane. "I heard a lot of things before the world went to hell," Shane said. "What if the CDC is still up and running?" Rick asked.

I turned to look at Jim. I could see that he was scared so I walked over to him as Rick talked about the CDC. "Hey," I said with a smile, showing him I wasn't going to hurt him. I got down on my knees in front of him to look at him.

"They're going to kill me . . . I know it," He said. "No, they're not," I said, shaking my head. I really don't know what they're going to do to him. I certainly don't want them to shoot him, or put a pickax in his head. I looked back at the group and saw Daryl was looking at us.

I looked back at Jim. "Jim, look. I don't know how to say it, but we will find help for you," I told him. "That's a lie. They are going to kill me! I'm a monster!" He whispered. "No, you not. And they won't kill you . . . I won't let that happened. I won't let them hurt you," I promised.

Jim gave me a little smile and smiled back. "You go looking for aspirin, do what you need to do." I look up and see Daryl backing up to us. "Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!" He lifts the pickax up, getting ready to hit Jim.

Just like I promised, I got up and stood in front of Jim. Blocking Daryl to get to him, "Don't!" I shouted, causing Daryl to stop. Rick pulled his gun out and held it to Daryl's head. "We don't kill the living," Rick threaten.

Daryl looked at me and then Shane pulled me back so he was standing in between Jim and Daryl. Lori took my hand and I stood beside her. Daryl looked at Rick and put the pickax down. "That's funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head," Daryl said.

"We may disagree on some things, not on this. You put it down. Go on," Shane ordered. Daryl put the pickax down and walked away. Rick got over to Jim, "Come with me," He said. "Where are you taking me?" Jim asked, scare. "Somewhere safe," Rick replied and took Jim into the RV.