Daryl knew when he heard Beth singing that Cat's predictions were once again right. Since he refused to sleep in a jail cell, Cat stayed with him on the perch.

He was awake when she woke up with a gasp.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing…"

"Another dream?" He received a nod.

"I just heard a woman screaming…" She made sure to talk quietly so no one else would hear. "I hate this." Cat took out her book and began writing something in it. Daryl looked over her shoulder and read what she wrote.

'Worried about Lori.'

"You think Lori will go into labor soon? It's about that time, ain't it?"

She nodded, "It's the only thing I can think of but… Something about it seemed off."

Daryl wrapped his arms around her and held her close while she doodled on the page. He could tell she was a bit worried about Rick's plan for them to clear out the prison, section by section. But she had told him that she knew he would survive no matter what happened.

"I still can't believe we found this place."

"Hopefully nothing bad will happen."

"Bad follows us everywhere, Daryl."

He nodded and tightened his hold around her after she put her book back in her backpack.

The next morning when everyone woke up, Cat didn't argue with Daryl when he asked her to stay in the safe zone with Lori, Carl and Carol. He made it clear that it wasn't him thinking she was weak but wanted her to be safe.

Once inside, the walkers in the area were killed and everyone was inside Cat didn't hesitate to check all of the cells to make sure they weren't occupied.

"Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Hershel and I are going to search the rest of the prison sometime soon. Will you keep an eye on Lori?"

Cat smiled at her lover and leaned against him, allowing him to embrace her for a moment.

"Yes, I will. Rick doesn't seem to care all that much about her anymore."

"Exactly and I don't know how good of a protector the kid is by himself." His lips pressed against her head, "It'll be alright." Then Daryl left with his signature bad ass expression he always wore.

What nobody expected was when they came back with Hershel, who was missing a leg. Of course, Catori went to Daryl only to see him aiming his trusty crossbow at a group of men she had never seen before. "Daryl?"

"Cat, go back." He snapped a bit without meaning too but it was the only way he could get his command to sound serious without looking at her.

With a glare at the unknown men, Cat took her knife out of her boot and put it in Daryl's pocket. "Don't hesitate."

"I won't, baby."

She then pointed to the man with the red hair and the mustache, "He, you can trust. I can tell by looking into his eyes."

"You are pretty good at reading souls through their windows but I'll think about it."

The taller African American man, she could sense was trustworthy as well but the Hispanic one sent her looks that promised nothing but trouble. But she listened to Daryl's words and went back to the others…

'In your head, in your head. They are fighting, with their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns, in your head, in your head, they are crying. In your head, in your head. Zombie, zombie, zombie-bie-bie'

They were all separated when the alarm went off. Cat was alone and had been separated from the others. Having been sliced open on her upper arm and leg by something on a fallen door, she couldn't tell what it was, only that it wasn't a walker. She ran back to a cell and slammed the door shut. She wasn't sure if she should be happy that the cells door somehow locked automatically. Now she just had tons of walkers reaching for her with morbid pouts on their faces. "Jesus, God!"

Only four bullets were left and they didn't last long.

Hours went by, she had finally stopped bleeding and all was quiet except for the walker's growls and moans until she heard someone attacking them. When she looked up, she saw Rick with a ruthless expression on his face. "Rick! Thank God! Help me out!"

His head turned and looked at her but his eyes were so emotional; she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Rick?" Catori rested her hands on the bars, "Rick, what happened?"

The man's eyes closed and he walked away, out of the area where her cell was.

"Rick?! Rick! Come back! Rick!"

What was she going to do now? Were the others still alive? Was she going to die in here because Rick had gone insane it seemed?

"Rick! Oh, god…" Was he just going to leave her here? "Help! Rick! Someone! Help me!" She rattled the door and made as much noise as possible. "Oh my God, the others! Where are they?!"

Light headed from loss of blood she had lost through her arm and leg. Cat frantically opened one of her satchels she always kept attached to her belt and searched through the items, luckily finding some of the anti-biotic pills she had from the farm. She just prayed they hadn't expired and still had some effect. Why didn't she keep bandages in this satchel instead of her backpack?

"Where's Cat?!" Hershel was the one to ask and Daryl searched through the group.

She was missing and he had no idea where she could be. On a mission, he walked inside and was followed by Glenn and Beth. An hour went by and no luck but he wasn't giving up. Glenn went back to Maggie and Daryl made Beth go back to Hershel before he continued on by himself. Her name was called at the top of his lungs more than once, not caring if any walkers heard. Two more hours went by and nothing. He was about to give up when he came to the door that led to another cell area.

Once in, head looked in the cells and upon reaching the fourth one he saw her curled up on the bed. She was facing the other way and was not moving at all, seeing the blood on her arm and leg. He prayed that she was still human and not one of those things.

Softly, he approached the cell and put a hand on one of the bars. "Kitty?"

Her head turned and she rolled half over slowly. The site before him made him think she had turned until her soft voice said his name.

"Daryl?"

"You okay?"

"Rick just left me here…"

"You saw him?" He began unlocking the door.

"He killed all of the walkers that were trying to reach me through the door… He looked out of it, like something had possessed him."

The door was finally opened and he walked in, "Come on."

Her coat was still back where the group had made their little living area so when she turned he saw more of the blood on her arm leg, "Were you bit?"

"No. I ran into something on the door when I was trying to get away." Standing wasn't an option as it felt like the muscle in her leg had been ripped half out by the door. "I'm clumsy. No wonder they didn't leave, you can smell my blood a mile away."

Daryl picked her up in his strong arms, "Come on, we need to get back to the others."

"Mmkay."

For once, she didn't have the jacket on and you could see the straps in the brown corset like top she always wore. Pocket knives and other sized knives were hidden all in the thing. It matched her brown boots where weapons were also hidden. Her white shorts were a bit short, almost showing her butt cheeks but not quite, but the belt around her hips that decorated the said shorts had one of the satchels she carried on it still opened from earlier.

Catori was as strong as any of the men in the group as well as protective and Daryl couldn't help but think how hot she was even when she was wounded and bleeding.

'Damnit, I have problems.' He thought quietly to himself.

Maggie smiled when she saw Daryl bring her back to their little area, "Thank God! We were worried."

"No thanks to Rick. He found her and left her while he was on his little rampage." Daryl's voice sounded ill and full of anger. Cat was sat down in a chair and she gasped when she saw the newcomer.

"Lori had her baby!" She smiled then noticed something, "W-where is Lori?"

The entire group was quiet and Daryl sighed a sad sigh and put a hand on her shoulder, "She didn't make it…"

Carl's expression showed he was more in shock than anything else and Cat stood up then limped over to the boy and wrapped him in her arms. When he hugged back, she began to cry silently.

"Hey, little Ass Kicker!"

Carl snickered and Cat turned around to see Daryl holding the baby. The sight before her made her want to have one with him. Approaching the two, she held out a gentle hand and placed it on the baby's head.

"Where there's death, there is always life."