Daryl tossed his Styrofoam plate to the side and stood from his seat at one of the picnic tables. He walked around the large group that was seated around the low, but wide spread fire without even sparing a glance in their direction and walked straight for the edge of the campsite. He carefully crawled into the two person tent he shared with his older brother, who was already fast asleep, and tried to fall asleep himself.

Daryl had just gotten back from a two day hunting trip which involved tracking a large buck for miles through the woods. All he had ended up with was a half a dozen squirrels and a walker opening up his deer. So now, he was pissed off at the world, and himself, and just wanted to sleep. Merle on the other hand wasn't making it easy with his loud and constant snoring right next to his ear. Daryl couldn't blame him, or not really. Merle had come back with a small part of the group who had spent all day in Atlanta. Apparently they had gotten trapped in a department store and were lucky to return, yet still had time to steal a car and bring home a stranger. Sure, the new guy happened to help Glenn save the group that had been trapped, including his brother. He also happened to be reunited with his wife, son, and best friend (who just happened to be running the group), which was a good thing, he supposed. But to Daryl, he was just another mouth to feed, another body to protect.

So all in all, the day was pretty useless and a waste of energy. And yet most of the group was choosing to stay up late, eating all the food they had saved up and what little the group was able to bring back with them from the city. Apparently they were celebrating, and the fact that the group was able to come back safe, and a family was reunited, was worth the waste of food. This of course only added to the noise outside and meant Daryl would have to drag Merle and himself out of bed early in the morning if the group was going to eat tomorrow, at all. Daryl was beyond irritated with his current situation and did the only thing he was capable of doing; rolled over and buried his face deep into his pillow.

Daryl was just beginning to drift asleep when he suddenly heard something that sounded an awful lot like a girl screaming in pain. Daryl groaned into his pillow. Today was not his day. He sat up and hit Merle in the face with his pillow.

"The hell is wrong with you man….." Merle mumbled, still half asleep.

"Get up and grab your gun," Daryl replied as he grabbed his crossbow and stuck his head outside the flap of the tent to take a look.
As they each crawled from their tent, weapons in hand, they were greeted by the sight of people running in circles around the camp. The sound of voices yelling and guns being shot off in ever directions only caused to draw more attention to the clearing in the woods. There were at least two dozen walkers stumbling through the camp and, from where the brothers stood, people were going down just as fast as walkers were being taken out.

Side by side, the brothers walked further into the camp and started firing off bolts and rounds, putting down any walkers that treaded too close for their liking. They steadily moved towards the RV where Shane and a small group where huddled tightly together.

As they walked closer, they began to hear what was being discussed, "It's too late, there's too many Rick. They're taking out more of us than we are of them," Shane yelled loudly over the noise to the new guy standing guard on the opposite side of the group.

"You're right, we have to leave. It isn't safe here anymore," Rick yelled back in agreement.

"What about the rest of the group?" Lori asked anxiously, a desperate expression frozen on her face. She was looking out on the camp grounds at large. From her position in front of the RV, she watched as Karen, a women she often washed clothes with down at the lake, was pushed to the ground by a geek who wore only half a face, landing on the ground next to her already dead husband. "We have to at least try to help them."

"What about us," Dale decided to join in, "The camp is completely over run. We have to leave!"

"We can't just leave them," Glenn tried to reason.

"I don't see a choice. We can't save everyone," Rick stated, clearly through with the conversation.

"Everyone is runnin' around panickin' and we'd just be wastin' time tryin' to save people that are already gone," Daryl added, trying to move things along. "We have to move. Now!"

"There's enough room for all of us in the RV. If we leave now we can all survive this," Shane yelled as he shot two more walkers.

"Ya'll get in, we'll follow you out in my truck," Daryl stated as he and Merle started moving towards the old, blue and white, beat up, pickup truck.

"Shane get everyone you can in the RV and be ready to move. Carl stay with your mother. Glenn come help me pack some supplies," and then Rick and Glenn ran off into the middle of all the panic with Shane yelling after them.

"Idiots, both of 'em. We need to leave and they decide to split up in all this confusion to pack some undies," Merle huffed as he took out another walker with an almost subconscious flick of his trigger finger.

"Just give 'em a second. We'll be out of here soon," Daryl said as they continued walking in the direction of their truck.

But at that moment a small pack of roamers came out from the woods and rounded on them. Daryl and Merle retreated several feet to put space before Merle tripped and fell backwards. "Damn it," Merle cursed as he hit the ground. Daryl stepped ahead of his older brother to put down the walkers with a sharp swing of his crossbow and a few well timed slashes with his knife, each move he made connecting with a walkers' head. Once the threat was eliminated he turned around to help his brother up.

"You ok," Daryl asked and Merle nodded in response. Once Merle was standing the two turned their attention back to the clearing just in time to see Rick and Glenn dragged to the hard dirt by a couple of geeks and they let out tired sighs. There was nothing that they could do. Daryl turned to see Shane being pulled from behind out of the RV by a walker and that the vehicle had been completely overrun.

A minute later and the camp became a lot quieter. There were still a few walkers stumbling around the site or leaning over bodies and looking content on staying there. Every member of the group was now either dead or dying. Guns had stopped firing by now and any noise heard after was the soft crying of people still waiting to die as they were being ripped into. The ground was littered with bodies of men, women, and children from the once present and whole group, laying still, and bleeding out. The camp was completely over run in the spam of ten minutes and the brothers were the only people to survive the attack.

Merle looked over to Daryl, looking more tired than anything, and nodded forward. They began moving slowly through the camp, occasionally putting down both walkers and people. They walked to their tent, each grabbed a bag they kept packed with supplies, Daryl grabbing his own gun which he shoved into the back of his pants, and walked off into the woods, side by side, leaving the camp behind.

"Well this place went to hell fast," Merle remarked casually.

"Yep."