Thanks again for the reviews! So since Daryl's real age is unknown I made him to be 30 in this story, mainly so the age difference isn't so high from Olivia's but then again I made Shane 39 so.. lol. Thanks for reading and and a big thanks to eloquent dreams who reviews each chapter! I do take what you say into consideration so don't be afraid to ask or suggest something. Enjoy :)


I had been sleeping on and off for over twelve hours. When I finally stopped sleeping I spent it in bed, eating and playing card games with Sophia. Carol had finally left her side when she realized that there could be no possible way for Sophia to stray away and she left us alone.

Sophia wanted to stay by my side more than anyone else. Those few days we had spent alone with each other brought us closer. I hadn't really talked to her much before this since I really had nothing in common with a 12 year old, but now I knew she was more than just a little girl. She was brave and reminded me a lot of myself when I was her age.

"Since we're alone for once, can I ask you something?" I asked in a low voice. She stopped shuffling the cards and nodded her head. "You remember what I told you right before we came here? If we ever found our group again that what happened out there was going to be our secret."

"Yes. I told my mom what you told me to tell her. She was easy to lie to. She just wanted hug me and stuff. Didn't want to know any details."

"Good."

"What happens if they find out?" she questioned.

"They won't."

We stopped talking when we heard the door open and Glenn walked in. He had his hands behind his back and a huge grin on his face.

"Hello ladies." I nodded my head at him while Sophia announced she had won, again.

"Why don't you go play with Carl," I told her. "He must be itching to get out of that bed." Sophia scooped up the cards and left the room. Glenn walked more into the room and closed the door behind him.

"So if I remember correctly you had a birthday recently," he said. He walked closer and pulled out his left hand which was holding a small paper bag. I looked inside and saw a bottle of alcohol and a white rose. "I know I said I wouldn't drink again but we can at least have one shot. You're no longer a teen! You need to celebrate."

I laughed out loud and grabbed the bottle. "Thank you Glenn. This is the best birthday gift ever."

"That's not all." He moved his right hand forward and I saw he was holding a single crutch. I laughed again and became extremely happy. "Now you can leave the room and use this. It took me a while but Maggie and I found just one in the back of the pharmacy. We have no idea where the second one is. You could always use it as a weapon too since we can't have guns anymore."

"What do you mean we can't have guns anymore?"

"Hershel's farm, Hershel's rules. And after Andrea accidently almost shot you, well everyone was for it until we actually know how to shoot properly."

I scrunched up my face. "Well that's stupid but I guess if we're staying here we have to follow his rules. And he is right. If you guys don't know how to use a gun you shouldn't own one let alone shoot an innocent fucking person."

"It's just Andrea that doesn't know how to use one," Glenn said. "And Carol but I don't think she's interesting in shooting a gun."

"What about the people that live here? Can they shoot? Actually, who the hell even lives here? I've only met Hershel, Patricia and um…"

"Maggie," Glenn said. He smiled which caused me to smirk.

"Right her. Maggie." Glenn smiled again. "She's cute."

"She's alright," he said. He was trying to contain his grin and started looking around the room. "So…"

"Why are you grinning so much?" I questioned.

"Just happy to see you," he said. I rolled my eyes and started opening the bottle in front of me. I took a swig from it and passed him the bottle. "Just one sip. I don't want to be like how I was at the C.D.C." He took the bottle and took a larger sip than I did. "How's your leg anyways?"

He passed me the bottle and I took another swig. "It still hurts of course." I reached for the bag and pulled out the rose. "What's with the flower?"

He took the bottle and took another sip. "When Daryl and I went to look for you we found this. He gave one to Carol; I was going to give this to you as a joke since I know you hate flowers."

"I don't hate flowers. They're just cheesy and a waste of money."

"Anyways it has a story, can you believe that? Daryl said something about Indian mothers would cry over their children that were dead or missing and these flowers would grow where their tears fell."

"Daryl said that?" I asked trying not to laugh at Daryl's softer side. "You're lying."

He took another swig and laughed. "He really did. Or something like that. He said it better of course but I thought that was pretty cool." Glenn was about to take another drink from the bottle when I pulled it away from him.

"You said one sip, remember?"

"Right of course. So since you have any extra leg now, do you want to take a walk? Or is it not a good idea?"

"Sure. My ass hurts from sitting so long." I leaned over the bed and put the bottle between the bed and the dresser. "Hopefully no one finds it." I moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed the crutch.

"When do you think you'll be able to walk like a normal person again?" Glenn asked. He opened the door and walked in front of me.

"I can walk but it just hurts way too much. I'm going to baby it for as long as I can. I want to check on Carl quickly." I walked in the room and saw Carl and Sophia were talking and playing a card game.

"No fair. Why are you out of bed?" Carl asked. "Does that mean I can get up soon too?" I walked towards him and sat at the edge of his bed.

"It's probably too soon kid. I'll ask Hershel."

"But I feel fine now," Carl argued.

"Carl, you were shot. You can't get up just yet. Just enjoy your time sitting on your ass. Also, I heard dad's teaching people how to shoot. If you behave and rest like a good kid I'll talk dad into teaching you."

"Are you lying? Because I doubt dad would let me hold a gun let alone learn to shoot."

"I'll talk to him if he's against it. Dad taught me to shoot when I was 14 and you're only a few years shy. Just play your games and you'll be out of here in no time." I leaned forward to ruffle his hair and Carl scowled. "I'll be back. Did you eat?" He nodded his head and I stood up. Glenn was standing by the door and said his goodbyes to the kids.

We walked outside and came to where our group had set up their tents. I only saw Dale who was standing on top of his RV. He quickly came down when he saw the two of us. He put down his rifle and reached out to hug me.

"It's good to see you sweetheart, and to see you're back on your feet. Are you sure you should be out here so soon though?"

"I'm fine, Dale and isn't Glenn the best?" I gushed looking over at Glenn who was just smirking. "Where is everyone?"

"They went out to Shane's little shooting range. It's a few miles out in the middle of nowhere so they should be safe."

"Good to hear. I hope someone teaches Andrea how to properly shoot." I shook my head while Dale tried to hide his smile.

"Did everyone go?"

"Everyone but Daryl."

"Even Carol went?" Glenn questioned. Dale nodded his head.

The three of us talked for a little while and eventually Dale went to work on his RV again. Glenn wanted to learn more about fixing cars and went to assist Dale. I slowly made my way towards the tents and found Daryl sitting inside of his.

I opened the flap and peeked in, "Aren't you hot in here?"

He looked up quickly and furrowed his brows. "Aren't you supposed to be inside on your bed like a little princess?"

"Aren't you supposed to find something else to do?" I asked. "You actually look bored."

"I am. You shouldn't have come back so soon," Daryl said. I thought for a second he was serious until he actually let out a laugh. I walked inside of his tent and sat next to him on his cot.

"Since when did you get a cot?"

"Those people gave us cots."

"Do you not like them?" I asked.

"I told you I don't like getting attached to anything. Our days are numbered here. You shouldn't get too comfortable."

"Who said I'm getting comfortable?" I started playing around with my crutch when it became too quiet in the tent. "Did Hershel say something about us not being able to stay here long?"

"I wouldn't know." Daryl's hand moved from his knee to the top of my head. He touched the bandage on my forehead softly where I had cut it. "How's your head?"

"It's feeling better; just a minor headache. Patricia's been giving me some pills. Those things work wonders even though it's only been a day."

"Those were Merle's clap pills." He moved his hand lower and tucked a piece of hair that stubbornly refused to stay behind my ear. I was going to reach for his hand when he pulled it away and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I do not need to know about Merle's issues down below," I said. I let out a small laugh and shook my head. "I hope he was the only Dixon brother with that problem?"

"You hope?"

I bit the insides of my cheeks, "That came out wrong, didn't it?"

"It sure did." Daryl dug around his pocket and pulled out something. He put it to his lips and I realized it was a toothpick. "You sure move on fast."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That guy I killed, your boyfriend." I cocked my eyebrow. I hadn't really thought about Dean once ever since the last time I saw him alive. "You moved on from him pretty quickly."

"I assumed he was dead the first time," I said. "Why do you care about him anyways? And why would you care if I moved on from him quick or not?"

He shrugged, "I assumed that kiss was just you being a girl." This time I furrowed my brows. "You know, y'all and your feelings. I figured you were just doing it because you were depressed or something."

"Depressed?" I laughed out loud. "I'm not depressed. I knew what I was doing. Look I know it doesn't look right but that relationship was complete shit now that I think about it. If I keep thinking of the past I'll just feel guilty all the time about not bringing him with us or not being there for him. I don't want to think about that."

"So you're not going to act up like one of them…"

"What the hell are you trying to ask?"

"I'm just asking… you're not going to… Hell I don't even know what I was trying to ask."

"Have you ever had a decent conversation with a female? Or with anyone in general?" I asked. "You're really bad with words."

"I ain't bad with words. I didn't want to come off as an even bigger dick." He removed the toothpick and held it between his thumb and index finger. "You're not clingy, are you?"

I had to resist the urge to laugh so instead I shook my head. "Are you going to get to your point anytime soon?"

"You ain't going around kissing everyone just 'cause you feel like it, are you?"

"No."

"Alright then," Daryl said.

"You're being weird," I told him. I used my crutch to help myself stand up. I had no idea what Daryl's problem was. I wasn't sure if he was actually trying hard to be nice or if he was really this awkward when trying to have a normal conversation. We had talked before and it was actually okay but now after I came back he had barely spent more than five minutes at a time in the same room as me.

"You leaving?" he asked. He too stood up. He moved to the side to allow me to walk past him. I was about to stick my foot outside of the tent when I brought it back in and turned back. I looked at Daryl. His eyes looked bluer then I've ever seen them; maybe they only looked bluer because it's been so long since I had actually seen him and looked into his eyes. He walked forward and I was staring at his eyes and at his lips. I could see his eyes moving up and down almost mimicking my action.

I lifted my hands, wrapped one around his neck and kept my free arm holding on to my crutch for support. I waited a few seconds before I pulled him in and our lips touched. They moved together in sync with each other. I felt his arm wrap around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. His lips were smooth, supple; His bottom lip pursed tightly over mine. I let my crutch fall to the ground and brought my hand up to his head. His free hand caressed my neck and slowly slides up to my cheek. The kiss seemed to last forever but passed way too fast.

I pulled away and I rested my forehead on his, eyes still close. I felt dizzy, but not from the kiss; my head was pounding. I opened my eyes to look at Daryl who was completely emotionless. Typical. I bit my lip to prevent me from kissing Daryl again. I moved my hand that was gripping his hair and put it on his neck. I held on to him, mainly for support, and kissed him one more time on his lips.

I was still wrapped up in my own little world when I heard a few cars pull up and doors starting slamming shut.

"They're back," Daryl said quietly. He removed one of his hands, leaving his arm still wrapped around me. "Should we go outside or…?"

"I'm pretty sure my dad's going to flip his shit when he realizes I'm not in bed." I removed my arms from his neck and bent down to pick up the fallen crutch. I slowly hobbled out of the tent and walked five feet away when Shane popped out of nowhere.

"What are you doing outside?" he questioned. He looked down at my leg which was still wrapped and then to what I was holding in my opposite arm. "Where'd you get that?"

"Glenn brought it back from the pharmacy," I told him. "It beats sitting on my ass until I can walk again."

"Were you in there?" he asked nodding his head over at Daryl's tent.

"Maybe."

He rolled his eyes, "You really need to rest."

"I'm fine Shane." We stood in an awkward silence for a while. "So, you're teaching people how to shoot? Can you teach Carl?"

"Carl wants to learn?"

I shrugged. "He should learn how, Sophia too. We can't let them be unprotected."

"You talk to Carol and I'll talk to your dad."

"Why can't I talk to dad?"

"Carol will listen to you," Shane said, "She wants to do all sort of shit for you but she doesn't want to overwhelm you."

"Anything?"

"If you ask her to wash your hair she probably will," Shane said with a grin. "Just don't abuse the power."

"Why would I do that? I can always make you wash my hair."

Shane leaned in close and said, "I can do more than that if you ask nicely."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed as I started walking away from Shane. I was walking back towards the house when I saw my dad jogging out.

"I wasn't expecting you to be out of bed so soon," he said. He put his hand on my head and kissed where I had cut it. "How are you feeling? Did you eat?"

"Yeah but I got so tired of being in that room."

"You've only been back for less than a day Liv. You just need to rest and heal up."

"Can I ask you something?" He nodded his head and we started walking away from everyone else. We walked towards the porch and sat on the last step. "Has Hershel said anything about how long we're allowed to stay here?"

"What do you mean?"

"This seems like an ideal place to stay. They've got food, water, a generator, all this land… But it seems too good to be true. If this was our home, would you allow so many strangers to live with you?"

"Maybe if they had good intentions; I would help anyone."

"So we're staying?"

"Just focus on healing up. We could have used you out at the shooting range today."

"I'm sure you and Shane were enough."

"You could have been there to show the girls that a girl can shoot properly and not be afraid. Actually, Andrea proved herself today. She did well again." I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you can come out next time, you can show Beth."

"Beth?"

"Hershel's younger daughter. You're staying in her room."

"So, two girls, a wife, anyone else?"

"There's Jimmy, Beth's boyfriend. And Patricia isn't Hershel's wife," my dad said, "She's Otis'."

"I see. Maybe I should be nicer to her. Stop the swearing, you know?"

"Knowing you that is going to be difficult."

"Do you believe Shane?" I asked. I bit my lip and decided to finish my question, "About how Otis died?"

"I got no reason to not believe him. He saved Carl and whatever really happened…" He shook his head. "Shane isn't the murdering type. He's hotheaded and stubborn but he has good intentions. I believe him."

"If you say so," I replied still not convinced.

"You don't believe him?" he asked.

"I just wanted to hear what you had to say. If you believe him, then so do I." I had no intention in believing Shane because I knew he was lying but I wasn't going to hold it against him. Maybe I was being the foolish one and he really was innocent.

"You dropped your gun when we found you," he said randomly. He pulled it from his side holster and held it in his right hand. I was surprised to see he was carrying it and not his python. "Why did you exchange your gun for this?"

"I like the way it shoots," I told him. "Not that there was anything wrong with the one you gave me. I wanted Glenn to have a gun anyways. He told me he could shoot and I figured Shane wasn't going to give Glenn of all people his gun."

He took off the clip and starting removing the bullets. "You were running low." He was holding two bullets. I figured if worst came to worst I could shoot Sophia and myself in the head to avoid turning into monsters. "Why didn't you load up? It holds 10, doesn't it?"

"Shane gave it to me with like five bullets. Blame him."

He started putting the two bullets back in the clip. "He said he gave it to you with six, which is still less than what you shoulda have." He put the gun back in his holster. "I'm just glad you didn't run out."

I was going to complain that my head was hurting and I wanted to go back inside when the door behind us creaked open. We both turned and saw Maggie and Carol standing there.

"Patricia and I were talking about inviting you all inside for dinner tonight," Maggie said, "To have an actual meal. A celebration really. Actually, it was Carol's idea to cook for us but I talked my dad into letting it happen. Are you up to helping out Liv?"

I let out a laugh, "Sorry Maggie. I'm the last person you'd want in your kitchen. I can't even properly cut a carrot or boil water."

"Is there anything you can do?" my dad asked sarcastically. "You get lost, I get that but what did you eat those four months you went to college?"

"I ate McDonalds the first month hence my fat ass. And I can use a microwave pretty good." I used my crutch to help me stand. As soon as I stood up Carol walked forward and wrapped her arms tightly around me.

"I owe you my life for what you did for Sophia," she spoke softly to me. I patted her on her back waiting for her to let go. When she didn't, I squeezed back once and she finally let go. "I'm so glad you had each other. I don't know what I would do without her."

"It's really no problem," I told her. "If I could, I would do it all over again."

"I promise she's never going to run off like that again. So there will be no reason for that but thank you so much." She looked like she was going to give me another hug so I raised the corners of my mouth to smile at her. "If there's anything I can do, please ask." She looked down at my leg and grimaced.

"You really don't owe me anything Carol." I looked down at my dad who raised his eyebrow. "I could help you and Sophia out with the gun practice though. I'm not as good as my dad but it's just about shooting and aiming." I looked down at my dad, "Right?"

"It's more to it than that," he said as he stood up, "But it's a start. Are you okay with Sophia learning how to shoot?"

Carol nodded her head, "As long as Carl comes along?" I looked at my dad who nodded his head in agreement. "That's fine then." She smiled once more and walked back into the house.

"I'm going to check on Carl," my dad announced leaving Maggie and I alone.

"You and Glenn are good friends right?" she asked. She caught me off guard asking that so I just nodded. "He talks a lot about you."

"Sorry to hear that."

"No," she said quickly, "It's kind of cute. I thought for a second you two were, you know, together with the stuff he says about you…"

I laughed and rubbed the back of my neck, "Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice? Glenn and I are just friends. This whole world ending brought us closer together. I don't know what I would do without him."

I saw Maggie blush and scratch her neck, "No, I'm not jealous. I was just wondering but now I know y'all are just friends."

"He's a good guy. And the way he lights up when I mention your name… it's almost worth barfing over."

"He told you, didn't he?" she blurted out. I furrowed my eyebrows while Maggie scoffed.

"He told me what?"

"Don't cover for him." I was still confused and Maggie noticed my confused look. "He didn't tell you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about Maggie. He told me about you guys looking for the crutch but that's about it."

"Oh, right, never mind then," she said quickly. "I need to go help Patricia and Carol with dinner. I'll see you soon. It's almost ready." She was quicker than me and turned back inside before I could even reach out to pull her arm.

I was going to follow her back into the house when I decided I really wasn't going to get anything more from her. Instead I slowly started making my way towards where our group was camped. I saw Glenn was still with Dale.

I was slowly making my way towards them when I was blocked by Andrea. I was staring at her with very little emotion. I still had no intention in forgiving her so soon.

"I'm glad to see you're out of bed," she said softly. I stared at her and then at Glenn. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm so sorry about what happened." I looked over her shoulder at Shane who was staring at the two of us, looking ready to jump in at any second.

"Okay Andrea."

"I really am sorry Liv." She uncrossed her arms and held them at her sides. "I am just so relived I missed."

"And what would you do if you hit me?" I questioned. "What if you hadn't missed? Would you tell my father how sorry you were?" I looked back at Shane who was shaking his head. I sighed.

She looked taken aback, "I—"

"You were just protecting the camp?" I asked. She nodded her head. "If you can't shoot properly who in their right mind allowed you to hold a gun?"

"We were at a shooting range the day before," she said quickly, "Shane thought I was decent." My eyes moved back to Shane who turned away quickly before I could glare at him, "I promise you I won't hold another gun until I can shoot well."

"How were you today?" I asked.

"I did better, but I'm not so good with moving objects."

"Well, make sure you get better with that then," I told her. "Don't want to completely miss a walker's head now do we?" I winked at her and started walking towards Glenn and Dale.

"That turned out better than I expected," Glenn said. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and moved away from Dale.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"I was talking to Maggie earlier," I started telling him. Glenn swallowed once and avoided eye contact with me quickly. "Okay, what the hell is going on? You're both acting weird."

"I did not say anything," Glenn said defensively. "You're being weird."

"I know you like her. You don't have to hide that Glenn."

"It's no big deal Liv. She's just…" he cleared his throat and started leading me away from everyone else. "I really thought I lost you when you left. I had little faith and Daryl was the only one that kept convincing us we'd find you. I still don't even get why Daryl of all people had so much faith." He cleared his throat again, "Anyways, I was just lost and I felt lonely and well… I know you're back and all but I just don't want to lose you again. I told Maggie this and well…"

"So you don't want to lose me so you have a crush on the first girl you see?" I asked. "Glenn, you're cute and all but…"

"No we had sex in the pharmacy."

My eyes widened. I was not expecting that. "Wow. I was not expecting that. I just thought she liked you and you were being stupid talking about me all the time and she didn't like that but wow. She thought you ran and told me first thing, I'm kind of hurt you didn't." I pouted jokingly which caused Glenn to playfully push me.

"No you're not," Glenn said.

I laughed and put my arm around his shoulders, "I'm not hurt. I'm happy for you that you won't spend your last days alone. Just make sure you don't knock her up."

"I was going to spare you minor details but you don't need to worry about it."

"I'm not even going to ask," I said laughing.

"Well now that I told you that, do you have anything you'd like to get off your chest?"

"Like?"

"Like why Daryl had more faith in finding you than your actual friend that has known you longer?"

I shrugged, "Why don't you ask him?"

"I told him it was nice seeing he had a softer side to him than being a complete ass all the time and he told me to shut up. He got really defensive."

"Well obviously," I said quickly, "You questioned his manhood." Glenn snorted which made me laugh.

"Are you sure you're telling me the truth?"

"Well we haven't moved as fast as you and Maggie," I told him truthfully.

"So you two have done something?" he asked.

"Nope." I thought back to when I had kissed Daryl. I wanted to go back to his tent to do it again. Glenn squinted his eyes at me. I was obviously lying but I felt like I was a better liar than he was. I smiled at him and started leading him back towards the tents. "So your girlfriend is making us dinner."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Your sex buddy?" I asked a little too loudly. Dale quickly turned around and looked flabbergasted. "Um. I meant…"

"What you two do is none of my business," Dale said quickly with his hands up. "Just make sure your father doesn't find out."

"I wasn't talking about me and Glenn," I told him. "Why does everyone think you and I are more than buds?"

"Probably sleeping in the same tent didn't help."

"Carl was in the tent with us," I told him. I looked at Dale, "Oh my God. Do people really think Glenn and I are…Ew."

Glenn was shaking his head. "You're not a nice person." My head was pounding again and I started rubbing it hoping the pain would go away. It had been bothering me a lot today but right now the pain was close to unbearable. "Are you alright? You've been in the sun too much; maybe it's time we headed inside."

I started feeling dizzy and clutched my crutch tightly. "I just need to sit down." I hadn't realized I was falling back until I felt Glenn's arms around me. Everything was getting fuzzy and my hearing started to tunnel out.

I opened my eyes and noticed right away I was back in Beth's room. My head was still pounding and I closed my eyes again, groaning loudly. I noticed Hershel was sitting in the chair by my bed when I opened my eyes again. I was taken aback, completely not expecting him of all people to be sitting by my bedside.

"I wish you weren't so stubborn and actually stayed in bed today."

I groaned again as I sat him with his help. "I'm really bad at sitting in bed all day."

"I was looking at your head while you slept. Your father said you fell and hit it?"

"Yeah, well I hit it a few times falling down but the front took the biggest impact."

"Must have been a big fall. I noticed you had a few small bumps in the back. I really want you resting. There's nothing much I can give you besides the medication your friend has provided but rest is what you need."

"Fine," I agreed. "But just for the night. Wait, I missed dinner, didn't I?"

"They're still eating," Hershel said. "I skipped out early to check on you. I can bring you a plate if you'd like."

"Maybe later," I told him. "Thank you for taking care of my brother. I don't know what my dad would do if he lost Carl."

Hershel stood up and patted me on my arm. "I'm just glad that I was able to help him. Now if only you were like him and stayed in bed." He flashed me a quick smile and started towards the door, "I'll have someone bring you in some food. Get some rest Olivia." He opened the door and walked out of it.

I started rubbing my temples furiously. I wanted the pain to go away. I wanted the memories of how I hurt my head to all go away. I shut my eyes again hoping to fall asleep when the door opened.

"You scared the shit out of me," Glenn said. He was holding a plate full of food and closed the door behind him. "I don't care what you say but you're staying in bed tomorrow."

"Staying in bed is for pussies," I told him. "It's just a headache."

"I saw earlier when Hershel was unwrapping your bandage. You have a huge gash on your head. I thought it was cut up I didn't know it was that big and deep and gross." He put the plate of food down and sat on my bed. "Just rest. Nothing is happening out here so far."

"Yeah, so far. It's almost too perfect here."

"It is," Glenn said, "Don't jinx it though." I rolled my eyes and reached over and grabbed a hardboiled egg. "Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that me and Maggie are going to…" He wiggled his eyebrow and I stopped chewing the egg.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. I didn't need to know about Glenn and what his plans were for that night.

"Just wanted you to know," he said, "And it's going to in the barn."

"First a pharmacy, now the barn. You two are two for two in kinky sex locations." I was shaking my head and continued to eat the egg.

"It's no worse than you and Dean in the kitchen at work. People worked there and that was just plain gross."

"Have fun then."

"Oh I will," Glenn replied as he stood up, "Plus I just wanted to tell you to rest. The part about me and Maggie was just to see if you were paying attention. Good night."

Glenn walked out of the room and I finished my egg. I slid down so I was lying on my back. I heard the doorknob turning and I shut my eyes. I heard two sets of footsteps walk in the room.

"She's asleep again," I heard my dad's voice. I heard him sigh. "What if she doesn't get better? Hershel can only heal her from the outside, what if there's something wrong inside?"

"She's going to be fine." It was Shane who was whispering back to him. "She's a tough kid. It was probably the heat. She just needs to stay put and take it easy."

"Did she tell you what happened to her?" my dad asked. "It just didn't feel right. You saw how bloody she was. She told me she fell off this cliff but it just doesn't sound right."

"You think she left something out?" Shane asked. "Why would she lie?"

"Who knows? She was even asking me about you and Otis. She thinks you're lying."

Shane laughed, "She told me that. It's crazy."

I heard footsteps again. "When she gets better, you're going to stay away from her. I don't know what drove her straight into your arms but it's over." I was waiting for Shane to say something but he never did. "I ought to break your neck for touching her."

"Why haven't you?" Shane asked.

"We should let her get some sleep. I don't want her waking up and listening to this conversation." I heard the footsteps again and they both left the room. I continued to lie there with my eyes shut just in case. My dad thinks I'm lying; I think Shane's lying, what have we all become that we can't even keep a story straight and we have to turn to lying?