I was so jittery when writing that last chapter.. Phew haha-Kate

Rick came back along with Daryl. He'd seen the whole thing.

"Y'all can't be serious. Let that girl hamstring us? The dead girl's a time bomb." he said.

"What do you suggest?" asked Rick. Daryl stepped closer with the pickax he had.

"Take the shot. Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance." Daryl said.

"No. For God's sake, let her be." Lori said sitting down. Daryl rolled his eyes and walked away scoffing. I watched as Daryl was helping Morales pull one of our camp members body toward the burn pile. But Glenn wouldn't have that.

"This is for geeks. Our people go over there." he pointed toward the other camp members that died.

"What's the difference? They're all infected." replied Daryl.

"Our people go in that row over there. We don't burn them! We bury them. Understand?" Daryl and Morales stared at Glenn's outburst. "Our people go in that row over there." Morales and Daryl pulled the man over to the rows of people.

"You reap what you sow," said Daryl.

"You know what? Shut up, man." said Morales.

"Y'all left my brother for dead! You had this coming." Daryl stormed off. Carol got up and walked away toward the RV.

"You were bit?" asked Jacqui loudly. We turned and saw Jim talking to Jacqui. He noticed we were listening in and and whispered something to Jacqui. "A walker got him. A walker bit Jim." she said walking away. The whole group was on edge now.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," he said. Daryl showed up.

"Show it to us. Show it to us." he said. Jim started walking away and grabbed a shovel.

"Easy, Jim." said Shane.

"Grab him," said Daryl. T-dog suddenly grabbed Jim and he dropped the shovel.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." he tried explaining. Daryl grabbed his shirt and lifted it up to reveal a bit on his stomach. It was huge, and infected. T-dog and Daryl quickly walked away from him. He kept stammering saying he was okay. I was now standing by Carol.

"Jim," Rick lead Jim to the back of the RV, "Let's have you sit over here for a while." Rick came back to us and we stood quite a ways away from Jim.

"I say we put a pickax in his head and the dead girl's and be down with it," suggested Daryl.

"Is that what you'd want if it were you?" asked Shane.

"Yeah, and I'd thank you while you did it." he replied.

"I hate to say it-I never thought I would- but maybe Daryl's right." said Dale.

"Jim's not a monster, Dale, or some rabid dog." said Rick.

"I'm not suggesting-"

"He's sick. A sick man. We start down that road where do we draw the line?" asked Rick.

"The line's pretty clear. Zero tolerance for walkers. Or them to be." replied Daryl.

"What if we can get him help? I heard the C.D.C. was working on a cure." stated Rick.

"I heard that too. Heard a lot of things before the world went to hell." said Shane.

"What if the C.D.C. is still up and running?"

"Man, that is a stretch right there." said Shane.

"Why? If there's any government left, any structure at all, they'd protect the C.D.C at all costs, wouldn't they? I think it's our best shot. Shelter, protection-" said Rick.

"Okay, Rick, you want those things, all right? I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they're at the army base. Fort Benning."

"That's 100 miles in the opposite direction," stated Lori.

"That is right. But it's away from the hot zone. Now listen to me. It'll be heavily armed. We'd be safe there. We'll be safe there," stated Shane.

"The military were on the front lines of this thing. They got overrun. We've all seen that. The CD.C. is our best choice and Jim's only chance." said Rick.

"You go looking for Aspirin, do what you need to do." Daryl started backing up to Jim. "Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem!" Rick followed closely behind.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" he shouted. Rick pointed his gun at Daryl's head. "We don't kill the living. " Daryl looked to Rick while Shane moved between Daryl and Jim.

"That's funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head." he said.

"We may disagree on some things, not on this. You put it down." Shane ordered. Daryl placed the pickax down and stormed off again.