Morning.

Andrea was still hanging over Amy, threatening anyone who tried to move her away.

"Y'all can't be serious!" Len rolled her eyes, "You just gonna leave that dead girl there? She's a time bomb."

"Daryl stop." Len interjected lazily.

"Let her be." Shane followed.

"Take the shot. Clean through the brain. I could hit a turkey 'tween the eyes from here." Rick and Shane would still have none of it, aggravating Daryl to no end. It didn't bother Len as much as it should have. She knew Andrea would do what had to be done, when it had to be done.

Len had wrapped one of her scarves over her nose and mouth as she helped Daryl move some of the bodies into a burn pile. The smell nearly crippled her. They'd been at this for twelve hours and Len was one of the only ones still willing to work with Daryl after he endlessly pissed everyone off enough to tire them out. Morales grabbed up a body with Daryl as Len dispatched a man's head in with a pickaxe.

"What are you doing, man?!" Glenn squeaked out. "Geeks go over there!" He gestured toward the burning pile no one wanted to think about. "They're infected!" Daryl and Morales dropped the body in the burn pile.

"You reap what you sow." Daryl said as he brushed his hands on his pants. Morales glared at him.

"Just shut up, Daryl."

"You left my brother for dead!" He yelled with such pain it made Len cringe, "Y'all had this comin'!"

And with that he stormed off after no one replied to him. Len dropped the pickaxe abruptly and rushed after him.

"Hey!" She grabbed his arm.

"What?!" He yelled, spinning around in her face. "You got somethin' to say little girl?"

Len clinched her jaw and stared him dead in the eye, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He stared blankly at her, unwilling to answer the question. "Have you not been here for the past twelve hours, you jackass?!" She hit his arm, merely to make a point. "Half of the group is gone, brutally killed by walkers and you're still bitching about your fucking brother?! I understand that your compassion is not high above shallow, if at all, for anyone but yourself and Merle. But try to look besides that at the big picture here."

By now Shane, Rick, Lori, Glenn, and Morales were all watching the two of them. When Len noticed this she spoke quietly, dragging him behind the RV.

"What's really the matter, Daryl?" She looked him in the eye while he constantly avoided her eye. "Hmm? I know this isn't about your brother, nor all the deaths. What is it?"

Daryl rolled his eyes, "Why don't you just go meditate in the woods and leave me the fuck alone?" He spat and attempted to rush away but Len grabbed his arm and pulled him back. She didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Daryl tightened his fists and leaned against the RV. Len could tell he was attempting to hold something in and she just wanted him to let it out. And after several moments, he did.

"I just...I heard ya scream—at first I couldn't see ya and I felt like...I thought you were dead and I...I felt like I'd done some wrong by you. Like I'd failed you just like I did my brother..." Len's eyes widened.

"Daryl..." She reached for his hand but he jerked himself away, turning his back. She saw the red handkerchief she given him stuffed in his back pocket. "You don't owe me anything. I told you that. I saved your life, you saved mine. It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does." He muttered, sauntering off as far from her as he could get.

And that's when they heard it.

"A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!"

"We should put a pickaxe through his head and the dead girl's and be done with it." Daryl urged, showing no sympathy.

"For the love of god," T-Dog pleaded, "the man's still alive!"

"Only a matter of time." Daryl replied, making Len rolled her eyes. By then, she was nearly done with him as well. Rick, Shane, and Daryl all started talking amongst themselves, mostly considering whether they ought to try for a cure for Jim. Then Rick mentioned the CDC and all hell went loose.

"If the problem is this crazy fuck, I'll take care'a him right now." Daryl grabbed the pickaxe with murder in his eyes. Len quickly jumped in front of Jim making Daryl stop in his tracks, staring at her with mixed anger and frustration. Len knew that he wouldn't even think of trying to go through her, not after what he'd told her earlier. She couldn't let Daryl become a murderer.

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