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Last night had been another restless night. Glenn mostly tossed and I turned. I wondered how much longer telling the group could be prolonged. Knowing Dale, he wouldn't allow it past breakfast.

Glenn turned his body so he was facing me. "How long do you think we can stay in here?" I shrugged. If I could hide in here all day I most likely would. Blame it on my head, my leg, anything. I didn't want to leave this chair. He brought the blanket up to his face and covered it, "I just want to sleep until all this shit is over with." I agreed with him just by nodding my head. "Want to get something to eat?" I shook my head when he lowered the blanket. "Yeah, me either."

We sat in complete silence until the door opened and Carol walked in with two plates. Sophia stood next to her with her arms crossed over her chest. "Are you okay Glenn?" Carol asked him. She was standing away from the two of us while Glenn lied there looking pitiful. "Olivia?"

"Headache," I mumbled.

"Stomachache," Glenn piped up. Sophia grabbed a plate and sat at the edge of the bed. She held it out for Glenn to grab and he eventually he did. Carol was still holding the other plate which I still hadn't bothered reaching for. Sophia took the initiative to grab the plate and hold it out in front of me too.

"It's good," she told me. "You have to eat. You're starting to look like sh—" She looked up at her mother quickly and then back at me while I finally cracked a smile. "I mean, you look really bad. And aren't you supposed to eat when you're taking medication?" She was waving the plate in front of me.

"Should I go get Hershel to come check on you?" Carol questioned.

"No," Glenn and I both said at the same time. Sophia's eyes darted back and forth between the two of us.

"Maybe you should get Mr. Grimes," Sophia said looking at her mother.

"No, it's fine," I said as I grabbed the plate. I took a single sausage link and bit into it. I've always hated sausage and at this moment I hated it even more. "Mm, good. Thanks Carol."

"Can I stay in here?" Sophia asked. Carol nodded her head and looked over at Glenn once more. I knew she was going back to get my dad and that was the last thing I wanted. She walked out the door, leaving it open a crack and I spat out the sausage that I chewed on into the plate.

"Someone who's hungry could have eaten that," Sophia commented. She stood up and closed the door. "What is wrong with you two?" I pointed to my head and Glenn pointed to his stomach. "Yeah, right." She grabbed the plate out of my hands and went to sit back on the bed. She kept staring at me and I was staring right back at her. She leaned forward and in a low voice asked, "Did you tell him?"

Glenn leaned forward and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the two of us. "Tell him what?"

I continued to stare at Sophia who hunched back. She grabbed the sausage I bit into and started eating it. "That I, um…"

"We need to tell the group something," I interrupted her. "It's really bad and well, Glenn doesn't want to do it."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I don't feel right telling you and not someone else," I told her. "I haven't even told my dad."

"Are you two having a baby?"

Glenn laughed loudly but it wasn't a happy laugh. "No," I told her. "I mean I guess that would be bad too but no."

"I can tell everyone if you want," she said.

"Can you imagine the shit we'd get if we let you tell them?" Glenn asked. He put his plate on the table and threw the blanket aside. "Let's just do this." He leaned over the other side of the bed and retrieved the bottle I had hidden a few days ago. He sat up next to Sophia and unscrewed the cap. He put the bottle to his lips and drank.

"Is that necessary?" I asked him. "You have no food in you."

He removed the bottle from his lips and closed the bottle. "I feel better now." He held the bottle out and I grabbed it but kept it sealed. I put it down by the chair. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a secret."

"I'll tell you another day," I told him. He stood up and stuck his hand out for me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet.

"I don't even want to know," he said. "How about a piggyback ride?"

"Do I look like I'm four?" Glenn leaned forward and threw me over his shoulder so quickly that I thought he was going to drop me right on my head. "You're going to drop me, idiot." Glenn teetered a little bit but finally managed to walk a foot to the door and opened it.

"If I don't bring you with me you'll probably lock yourself in here," he said. "I'm not taking the chance." He walked out of the Greene house and struggled a little more as he walked down the steps.

"Just put me down Glenn." He walked a few more feet and stopped. He removed his hand from my thigh and put me down in front of him facing the entire group. I took a step back right into Glenn who was just standing there. "Do it."

He cleared this throat once. "You do it."

"For fuck's sake," I mumbled. Most of the group was staring, as if our entrance wasn't stare-worthy enough. I noticed Carl was sitting in between Shane and Daryl. I wanted even less for Glenn to tell everyone now. "Maybe we shouldn't."

Glenn had left the crutch I normally used behind in the room so I had no support as I walked over to where Carl was sitting holding in the pain that shot up my leg every step I took. He stood up with a large grin on his face and I took his seat. He sat on my lap carefully and I pulled him close.

"You need to stop growing," I told him. He squirmed once in the chair which made me squeeze him tighter.

"Did you fix your problem?" Shane questioned.

I ignored Shane and let my right arm dangle off the arm rest. I looked around at the rest of the group. T-Dog and Andrea were talking with each other, Carol was with Sophia and my dad by the RV and both Glenn and Dale stood apart from everyone else. I noticed they were both staring at each other.

I looked over at Daryl. He was glaring at the camp fire that was now burning out. I reached over for his hand that was hanging over his arm rest. His hand continues to hang there limply so I ran my index finger up and down his arm.

I noticed Dale was now looking over in my direction. I used both of my arms to hold Carl again. Dale continued to hold his stare and I shook my head at him. He looked upset but I really didn't care. Our group was all together and we were somewhat happy at the moment, couldn't it just all stay the same?

Dale started walking over towards me and I wished at the moment I had two working feet to get up and walk away.

"Alright there Olivia?"

"Sure."

"Did I hear right that you know a little about cars?" Dale questioned.

"I don't know that much," I told him while I completely avoided eye contact with him.

"Well do you mind checking something out for me with the RV? I could use your opinion."

I finally raised my head so I was looking at him. I raised my eyebrow while he continued to stand there. "I'm pretty useless Dale. I probably know less than you do."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Man, if she said she don't know anything back off," Shane interrupted.

"Don't be an asshole," I told him. "Carl, get up." Carl listened and stood up while Dale gave me his hand to pull myself up. He led me over towards the front of his RV, out of everyone's earshot.

"Are you backing down?" he asked. I was eyeballing the battery and all the hoses under the hood. "Please don't back down at the last second."

"I wish Glenn never told me," I said in a low voice. I turned my head so I was looking at Dale, "We're still okay and alive. Can't we just put this all behind us? You said it yourself, Hershel thinks they're sick. It's cruel to just take them away like that from him."

"What changed your mind?" Dale asked. He started looking around to make sure the group was out of earshot. "You said yourself that you don't want to lie to your father anymore. Wouldn't you want to know?"

"No Dale. I'm sick of knowing shit. I don't even want to stay here anymore." Dale took off his hat and sighed. He started rubbing his forehead. "It's not up to me anymore. Glenn just wants what's best for everybody and he's going to tell no matter what I tell him what to do."

I was looking at Glenn who was still standing at the same spot I left him at. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

"Look at the poor boy," Dale said, "It's eating him up inside."

Glenn finally looked over at us and I nodded at him. He looked back at the Greene house and then at the group. He stepped forward so he was nearer to everybody.

It was now or never. As he stood there digging a hole in the dirt with his shoe I thought about the hell he was going to unleash. Maybe it was for the best so we can move on but knowing the rest of the group they wouldn't want to move on. And knowing Shane, my dad and possibly even Daryl well enough, I knew the amount of shit they were going to give me for keeping this from them as long as I did.

Glenn finally cleared his throat loudly getting everyone's attention. "There are walkers in the barn."

Everyone's heads turned to Glenn and their reactions were exactly how I imagined them. Shane flipped out and grabbed his gun that he had been cleaning minutes before. He stalked over towards the barn, everyone in tow. Glenn and I stood behind glued to where we were standing.

"Feel better now?" I asked. Glenn turned and shrugged his shoulders.

"You don't have to be sarcastic about it. They had a right to know. Don't tell me you wouldn't want to know."

"I wasn't being sarcastic Glenn. And I wouldn't want to know. Look at them! They're scared and angry; they don't know what to do. I wouldn't be surprised if Shane started shooting his gun right now. Hell, he's so pissed off he might shoot Hershel."

"I'm sorry but I had to tell them," Glenn said. "It's not all about you and what you want."

I barely had a chance to argue back with Glenn before the group started coming back. Shane was the first one.

"You knew! You knew and you didn't say anything?"

"You're still alive," I told him.

"And if something happened in the middle of the night? What then? You don't give a shit because you're inside? You're just going to stay locked in there while the rest of us are being torn apart? I never knew you were such a selfish person."

"That's not fair," I argued back. "Why are you turning this on me? This isn't my fault."

"Shane, back off. You can't blame her."

"No Rick. You're too lenient with her. She needs to be told when she's wrong. She knew and was clearly bothered by it but didn't say anything." He was now inches from my face and I felt backed into a corner. How did all of this become my fault?

"It's not her fault," Glenn piped up. "I was the one who didn't want to say anything." I stared at Glenn. He never lied and after he just called me selfish it was totally unexpected. "If you want to blame anyone, blame me. I told Liv to not tell anyone and to talk Rick into just letting us leave."

"Either way she's still a selfish little shit," Shane said. He was fuming as he walked back towards the barn alone. Nobody said anything and slowly they started breaking away, going towards their tents.

"I don't blame you," Andrea said out loud. "I usually agree with Shane but not this time. I'll go see if I can…calm him down." She started walking towards the barn. I figured she was being a kiss ass but she was the only one who said something nice so far.

"I wish you told me," my dad finally imputed. He was quiet throughout this and I wondered if he agreed with Shane. He took a few steps so he was standing in front of me now. "I really wish you said something."

"I'm sorry for being a selfish little shit," I told him mimicking Shane. "The damage is done now. Y'all know and it's not our decision on what we should do."

"You're not selfish Olivia. Don't listen to anything Shane says. I'm going to have a talk with Hershel."

"That's not going to fix anything Dad. Talk to him all you want. There's nothing you can do it about it without being kicked back into the real world. We had our break from reality. It's about time we go back out there."

"Do you want to go out there because of the walkers?" he asked. "Or is there something else? Because when it comes to you now I really don't know who you are anymore. You lie left and right and you keep things from me. You promised that would stop."

"I did?" I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows at me which used to be funny but not so much at the moment. "Go talk to Hershel then."

"I think it's about time you come and sleep outside with all of us out here."

"Might as well get used to sleeping outside again," I told him. He was still frowning as he turned away and started walking towards the house.

I had no place else to go to so I went inside of the empty RV. I walked all the way to the back and sat at the edge of the bed. I was going to lie down when I heard the door in the front slam shut and footsteps started walking towards the back. I figured it was Dale or maybe even Carl but the last person I was expecting to see was Daryl.

"Come to yell at me too?"

"I was going to tell you that you're an idiot but I figured that what Shane said was enough. It wasn't right but it was enough."

"If you're going to be an asshole just go. I probably should have told you guys but I didn't want to. I figured if I told my dad then everyone else had a right to know but I just couldn't bring myself telling anyone."

"I ain't going to call you a little shit or whatever," he said. "That wasn't right." I didn't say anything. "You ain't in here to cry, are you?" I scoffed and Daryl took a seat next to me. "Well, we're still alive so I don't see what the big problem is."

"You don't see a problem with someone keeping a barn full of walkers? Are you trying to make me feel better? You're actually making me feel worse."

"Of course it ain't right keeping 'em in there," he said. "I meant as long as that shit is secured there ain't no reason to go mouthin' off or causin' a big commotion." I continued to sit there quietly "Man, that ain't right though. I couldn't imagine keeping Merle around like that. It'd be more of a hassle than anything. It's kinda twisted if you think about it."

"Thanks for not yelling at me," I told him. "Your asshole meter went down a few points." I wrapped my arm around his and leaned my head on his shoulder. I had already forgotten my promise to stop being so clingy to him. I lifted my head up and removed my arm, putting it on my lap instead.

"There's no one around. No need to act like all proper."

I let out a breath through my nose. "What's that supposed to mean?" He leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. His right hand gripped my face as his lips moved hungrily over mine. While our lips were still connected I moved so I was sitting on his lap. For the first time, I could feel him becoming more aggressive pulling me even closer to him and running his tongue around the inside of my mouth.

Before things got way too intense I felt it was the right time to break the kiss. I felt his warm breath on my cheek.

"If I tell you something do you promise not to get angry?" I asked him. He nodded once and instead of telling him what I was going to I rested my chin on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Do you want to know what happened out there?"

"I was only askin' because you're always running off with that Glenn boy and it's getting annoying. You ain't gotta share." I leaned back and folded my hands on my lap.

"Glenn doesn't even know." Daryl remained quiet. I opened my mouth a few times but nothing came out.

"Forget about it. It doesn't matter."

"There was this guy out there," I started telling him. "I was weary of him while Sophia was trying to get him to help us find the highway. I told him that Sophia was just kidding and we were hunting for our group and he wanted us to help him hunt for his group. So for most of the day we went hunting with him in the complete opposite direction of where we were in the tent. The whole time I was trying to sweet talk my way without seeming like we were lost. I wanted to see if he knew about the highway but he just kept dragging us along with him."

I noticed Daryl's nostrils flare. He was already upset and I hadn't even gotten to the best part yet.

"He wanted to take us to his group," I continued. "And now Sophia knew that this wasn't a good idea. She's so trusting and it annoyed the hell outta me. I hate how kids are like that. But at least she knows now."

Daryl put his hand on top of mine. "You're getting off track." I realized that but I didn't want to finish now. I never could finish anything I usually started; whether it was a story, a meal or my homework.

"I told him that it wasn't a good idea and that since we hadn't caught anything that it was time for us to go back to our group. He said he didn't believe we had a group and that two young girls like us shouldn't be wandering around the woods alone. He kept insisting for us to go with him and I started walking in the other direction. I didn't really give him much thought. He didn't have a gun; all he had was this stupid butcher's knife that wouldn't catch shit out in the woods." I stopped telling the story and sandwiched his hand between mine.

"Finish it," Daryl said. I started analyzing his hand instead. He pulled it away quickly and brought it up to my face and turned my head so I was looking at him. I hadn't looked at him once since I started telling the story. "If this story doesn't have a happy ending I'm gonna go out there and find that piece of shit myself and kill him. Finish the damn story."

For the first time since I had the bandage on my head I started unraveling it. I still hadn't seen myself properly in a mirror but I knew it looked as bad as it felt. "I figured by walking away he was either going to go the other way or yank my arm or something. He was quicker than I thought he was." I shut my eyes and like always the memory flashes before me. I started telling Daryl play-by-play on what happened.

Before I realized what was happening I was I felt a hand on the back of my head and my head crashing into the tree that was in front of me. I was disoriented for a few seconds. I saw stars and I realized I was on the ground when I was gripping at the dirt. I felt liquid running down my face and from the taste of it I knew it was blood. I started wiping my face and looked at my red hands.

I heard Sophia shriek once and instead of worrying about the possible gash on my head, I turned my head to look for her. She was standing a few feet away from me and he was standing right on top of me.

"You're a stupid little bitch," he exclaimed. He walked over to Sophia and snatched Daryl's knife out of her hands. "Dumb bitches shouldn't be alone in the woods. If y'all knew what was good for you you'd listen to me and come with."

He bent down so he was inches away from my face. His hand reached for my neck and when I pushed it away he scratched it. I noticed his fingers as he rested his hand on his thigh. He had long nails.

"You're one sassy little bitch, ain't ya? You wan' know what we do to whores like yourself back to where my group is?"

"Run Sophia."

The man looked over at Sophia and when he did I had caught him off guard completely by kicking him right in his stomach. Sophia jumped back as he fell to his knees.

"You stupid piece of shit!" I was going to kick him one more time in his chest since he was on his knees but he moved quicker than I did. He caught my foot in his hands and while I pulled back he ripped my boot off. "You're just as dumb as you look." He leaned over to straddle me and put his face right in front of mine. He grabbed my neck tightly, "If you do that again I'm going to gut the little one and make you watch."

"Just leave her out of this. You're not going to touch her."

A sadistic laugh poured out of his mouth. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do." I spat in his face which caused him to slap me. He was still fuming as he started rubbing his hands up and down my body. He started tugging at my shirt and when I tried pushing him off he gripped my shirt even tighter, ripping it at the bottom. He noticed the rip and tried his best to completely rip it off. I saw Sophia walking behind him and throw a medium seized rock at the back of his head. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head. "Fucking asshole." He reached for Daryl's knife that he had momentarily dropped at his side and tried getting up.

I thought he was about to stand up but instead he turned around and started running the knife blade up and down my leg. Since his back was turned to me I slowly started moving my hand to reach for the gun that was still kept hidden from him.

I heard Sophia shout "no!" and felt a stinging pain in my lower leg. I tried to move my leg but the small jerk I made caused more pain.

"No," Sophia shouted. "Stop it." I heard the crunching of leaves and assumed Sophia was either walking closer to us or further away. I knew she had to have been walking closer when I saw him lean forward and I heard Sophia fall to the ground.

I finally pulled the gun from the back of my waistband. I had it aimed at the back of his head. "Turn around, cocksucker. I told you not to touch her." I felt my leg stinging again and realized now that he was using Daryl's knife to cut a deep circle around my ankle. I turned the safety off in the gun and when he heard the click he looked back.

"You think you a tough little whore now that you have a gun?" he seethed. He finally stood up and Sophia ran off behind the closest tree.

I struggled to my feet and looked down at the blood that was dripping down and soaking my sock. "Get away from us. Go back to your shitty group or I'll shoot you in your neck. I'll let you bleed out and hope a walker gets to you before you die."

"You ain't got it in ya to shoot me, whore." I silently prayed to any god that was willing to listen for no walkers to be around and for this monster to be lying. I wasn't sure whether or not he had a group but from the sound of it, it seemed like he did. He took one step forward and I took one back. He laughed again. He took one final step before I shot him in his stomach.

He fell back and started withering around. I walked closer to him and didn't feel the pain in my leg; instead adrenaline rushed up and down my body. I bent down to retrieve Daryl's knife. I stuck it in his collarbone once and removed it quickly. I had to make sure he was dead and the gunshot wasn't satisfying enough.

While I was still crotched down I moved his body around and took off his flannel shirt that was now soaked in blood. He was still alive, drowning in his own blood. I didn't wait to see the light leave his eyes. Instead I grabbed Sophia's hand and walked away.

Daryl seemed to only have two expressions: emotionless and anger. Right now he had a mixture of both and I wasn't sure if that was towards me or the man.

"You killed him?"

"I guess so."

"Good."

I turned my head to look at him. "Good, what do you mean good? I was on Shane's case about killing people and I'm such a fucking hypocrite."

"If you didn't kill him I woulda." His fists were balled up tightly resting on his knees. "Stupid motherfucker. You can't trust anyone." He stood up and had his back turned to me. "How do you expect me to not be angry about that? He was gonna rape and kill y'all."

"That's not the part I was worried about," I told him. "I didn't tell anyone because I don't want anyone being angry that I can just kill a human so easily. I didn't even hesitate." I ran my fingers through my hair and finally lay down on the bed. "What is wrong with me?"

"That wasn't a fucking human being. You don't need to beat yourself up over that shit. I feel like goin' back out there and hopin' he's alive just to kill him myself." Daryl finally sat back down and put his hand on my thigh. "Come on, sit up."

I listened to him and without hesitation he leaned forward and embraced me tightly. "You ain't gotta worry about that worthless piece of shit anymore."

I hugged him tighter and kissed his neck. "What about his group? What if they're looking for him and they find us?"

He stopped holding me and put his hands on the side of my face. "I'll kill anyone in that group with my own hands if they touch you or Sophia…. Or any of the other women."

"I still want to leave here." He placed his lips on mine once more and broke the kiss quickly.

"We're probably gonna leave soon since we know about them walkers in the barn. Old man ain't gonna have it."

For a few minutes I had forgotten about the walkers in the barn. Every second I spent with Daryl calmed me. As cheesy and stupid as it sounds, I had forgotten everything around me whenever I was with him.

He kissed my forehead this time and before he and I could separate I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up at the hallway and he had his arms crossed across his chest.