"Oh my God…"

Carol's voice was the first one she heard when she came out of the bathroom where she had taken a shower and thrown her clothes on. All of her stuff was in her backpack she carried and the satchel she carried on her belt that hung against her hip. After the satchel was securely attached to her belt with her weapons and knives in her pockets and clipped onto her belt, she stepped outside and made her way up beside Daryl.

That was when she saw what they were seeing.

"A herd that size will tear down the house." Daryl said; nodding towards the giant group of walkers headed straight for them.

"I can't find Carl! He's not upstairs!"

"What?!"

"Son of a bitch…" Daryl muttered under his breath as he reached for his lover's hand, "Come on, Kitty."

After a few minutes, Cat was riding on the motorcycle with Daryl. He pulled up not to terribly far from the barn. He shifted a bit on the bike then turned to Catori.

"This is going to get kind of rough." He gave her a smirk when he said his next words, "You ready?"

"Always."

The herd of walkers came closer until the two were shooting left and right. Her knife was forced into several skulls of the walkers that managed to get close to her. "There's way to many, Daryl!"

"I know! Damnit!"

"Shit! This is getting to be too much!"

"We have to move away from this area! Hang on!"

It was easy to see everyone alive in the farm house area was beginning to scatter. Cat knew that half of the people in their group probably wouldn't make it. Normally, she'd have faith but in a group of walkers of this size. There was no way.

Without any warning at all, a walker was on top of a fence post and dove towards the bike. Cat felt the walker's hand grip the back of her jacket and jerk hard.

Daryl couldn't react fast enough.

"GO!"

He heard her voice but he couldn't see her for the walkers falling over top of her.

"Catori?!"

"Just go! GO NOW!"

It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.

Catori was sure she wouldn't make it through the small group that had attacked her after she was jumped but somehow she did. They all fell on top of her as she busted her knife to their heads. The weight liked to have killed her until she got all of the bodies off of her.

Okay, she wasn't bit or scratched. Her ankle was hurting, twisted most likely but definitely not broke. She could just walk it off. She hoped Daryl had gone like she told him too for his own safety. Thankfully, he had. She'd find another way out of this hell.

"Brooke! No! Brandon!"

'That was Mina.' Cat turned and saw the barn erupt into flames and caught sight of Mina running with Brandon who had about three walkers attached to him.

"Brandon!"

Catori ran to her and saw Brandon's eyes were closed as the walkers chewed on his flesh. One of them had reached out for Mina but Cat managed to get there in time to twist its arm in an unnatural position before stabbing her knife through its head. "We have to leave!"

"But Brandon-!"

"He's gone, Mina! We have to go!" Cat forced Mina to let go of Brandon's body and they ran as fast as they could towards the woods, dodging walkers left and right.

It took forever for Cat to calm Mina down so her cries would stop attracting walkers. It was morning when they arrived back to the highway where they had left supplies for Sophia. Carl, Rick and Hershel were already there.

When the others arrived, she saw Daryl and ran to him without a second thought.

"Cat!" He ran to her and held her in his arms tight. "Fuck, girl! I thought I had lost you! Were you bit?"

"Not even a scratch." She smiled.

Hours later, she was still riding on the back of the motorcycle, cuddled up as close as she could get to Daryl. She thought she had lost him. Words could not explain the happiness she felt when she saw him again, alive and well.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Daryl."

"You told me to leave, I thought you were…" Dixon trailed off looking as if he were going to burst into tears.

"I told you to leave because I thought I was a goner." She snuggled against his back, "Thank you for listening to me."

When they all left, everything seemed so weird without the RV and extra vehicles. After a while, Catori started to doze off against his back. That was, until Rick began to honk the horn. Gas was a problem this time.

They all decided the best option was to stay just off the road for the night. Half of the group went to get firewood while the others set up the small camp area after Rick and Lori walked off and had a talk that neither of them looked happy about when they came back.

"We're all infected." Rick says, "At the CDC… Whatever it is we all carry it."

The group seemed to be breaking apart almost, Cat had no idea what would be in their future and she hoped she had no more visions. Even if they were helpful, she still had plenty of space in her notebook that was in her backpack and she didn't plan on dying any time soon.