One hour later.

When they entered the camp Len walked behind Daryl, eying everything and everyone around her.

"Dale!" Daryl called to the man sitting by a large caravan, who rushed to him quickly along with a few other people, "Brought some rabbit...and a fellow renegade." Len rolled her eyes and smirked at his comment as she watched people begin to approach them.

"Daryl, who's this?" Dale asked him, glancing around to get a look at her. But Len just hid behind him more. She didn't trust anyone, didn't have a reason to trust anyone but Daryl for now.

"This is Len. She a soloer, found 'er separated from her group and set up camp not six miles from here." Len nodded after sharing a peculiar look with Daryl, a bit shocked that he didn't tell his friends the truth. She figured he didn't trust them much either. "Was gon' take her back to her camp to get her things, but I wanted to drop these off first." He plopped a bushel of rabbits at Dale's feet as Shane stepped up.

"Daryl, can I speak with you for a moment?" Daryl's jaw tightened and he nodded at Len to stay where she was. He quickly had to come up with a reason for Shane and Rick to keep her there, no matter her skills, no one can make it in this world alone.

"What do you think you're doin'?"

"What?"

"Do you even know that woman? We can't take any chances—"

"That girl there," he pointed at her from behind, "killed four walkers with her bare hands—saved my life in the process. I think we can afford to take that chance."

Shane narrowed his eyes, glancing at Len when Rick spoke up. "You think she'd be an asset?"

"She'd be the best we have."

After a moment of silence Shane and Rick nodded and Daryl turned back around.

"C'mon." Daryl led Len to his bike and they rode off.

"Stop here." Len hit Daryl's shoulder and he slowed to a stop on the road. Len began to quickly walk through the woods with Daryl right on her bare heels for twenty minutes. She suddenly stopped at a couple of large bushes.

"I don't have much," she said, "Just a pack and this." She said as she pushed a motorbike out.

"Damn girl, how old is this?" Daryl asked as he fiddled with the break. His brother probably would have pissed his pants if he saw this.

"I'd say about thirty, forty years. Hero Honda Dawn, straight from India." Len said as she dug through her leather back pack and pulled out a clump of clothing. She turned around as she slipped Daryl's t-shirt over her head and put her bra into place. When she turned around Daryl saw the full extent of the tattoos on her upper back, shoulders, half way down her arms, and close to her chest but quickly lost the privilege of peeping as she pulled on her shirt. Once her shirt was on she made eye contact with Daryl who showed no signs of looking away. Len smirked and dressed the rest of her body, including a jacket and scarf that covered all her tattoos, despite the boiling temperature.

"You're gonna regret that outfit later." Daryl said as she hopped on her bike.

"Georgia is nothing compared to where I used to live—" Len then pulled another bag out from behind the bush and set it on the bike seat. She pulled out two pistols, old pistols; one with an opal handle, the other a dark wooden handle with gold filigree. She checked each cylinder, all loaded. Another, more modern pistol, checked the cartridge and then pulled out a double barreled, sawed off shotgun that was probably just as old as her pistols. Len checked it as well. "Okay. Come on, get on." Daryl climbed on behind Len, grasping her waist as she started up, making her cheeks growing rosy.

In around five minutes they were back on the road.

"Hey!" Daryl looked at her as he climbed on his own bike, "I'll race you back." He scoffed, starting his engine.

"You're on, little girl." And with hardly a second to pass Len sped off making Daryl chuckle right behind her.

Now that Merle was gone Daryl was the only one in camp with free tent space Len was set to camp with him. That afternoon Len and Daryl sat by the small fire together. He watched her as she stared into the fire. Her eyes lidded, her hair laying over one shoulder.

"What cha thinkin' bout?"

She looked at him, obviously shaken from her strange trance. "Nothing." She replied.

Daryl narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything as he went back to carving his arrows.

About ten minutes passed before Len spoke again in a gentle, hardly audible voice.

"I trust you, Daryl." She said.

"Now why would ya do such a stupid thing like 'at?"

"You saved my life, in one way or another. I probably would have died if I'd kept going last night."

"Nah, you'd have been perfectly fine." He retorted, still carving.

"You didn't tell them how you found me." He stopped carving and looked at the fire.

"They never would have let you in if I had."

"...Then I trust you can keep it a secret, I am not staying long."

Daryl eyed her while biting his lip. He nodded once. "Where will you go?"

"Louisiana. I have friends there."

"You think they made it this far?"

"No. But I just want to make sure their bodies are properly honored." Daryl nodded again and sucked in a breath.

"I hope you the best of luck then." He said before clinching his jaw. She smiled slightly at him and then stood, leaving him to the fire and didn't come back until it was nearly nightfall.