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Harmony walked as calmly as she could towards the screen door. The walkers grew louder the closer she got. She reached out and flipped the lock just to be sure they couldn't get their hands or fingers between the door and the door jam, opening it as they fought against it. She was stunned. She didn't think she would ever be able to get used to see them.

The two walkers in front of her used to be males. One had lost part of his jaw, the other, an eye. Their clothes were tattered and falling apart. The one with half a jaw was missing a few fingers from each hand. The other one had bites in both arms. Out of the corner of Harmony's eye, to the walkers' left, Daryl was creeping through the grass.

" Who where you?" Daryl heard Harmony's voice. His mouth tighten and he shook his head. He had told her to go into a bedroom upstairs. He wanted to yell at her but couldn't afford to make any sounds.

' Why the hell can't she listen?' He snapped in his head.

His eyes were glued on the walkers who were beating weakly against the screen door. When he reached the stairs, he leaned down and picked up his cross bow. He took a few steps back, armed his cross bow then stood up straight. He brought it up and took aim. He let out a whistle, getting the dead mens' attention. Both walkers turned slowly.

" Keep quiet." Daryl called out to Harmony. He needed both walkers' attention. He waited until the walkers had walked across the porch and reached the top stair before he let his arrow go. It took out the jawless walker first. He dropped it down and made to grab his knife. The hunting knife he always had strapped to his right hip. But it was gone. " Mother fucker!" He yelled.

He hadn't grabbed another arrow and now he was defenseless. He kept backing away as the walker moved down the stairs. He was so distracted by his thoughts, by trying to figure out how he could take the walker down with his bare hands, that he didn't notice the screen door open. He saw Harmony sneaking up behind the walker with his knife in her small hand. She must have lifted it from him before he ordered her up the stairs. Her eyes were glued to the walker who must of sensed her presence. He was starting to turn around.

" Hey! Hey you stupid bastard!" Daryl called out, grabbing the walker's attention again.

Before Daryl could blink, Harmony jammed the knife up and into the back of the walkers head with a scream. The walker fell and tumbled down the stairs. Harmony stared down at the dead man. She was breathing hard and looked stunned. She was pale and her hairline was wet with sweat. She took a shaky step down the top stair.

" I took your knife." She said. Daryl nodded and started towards her.

" See that." He said. He pulled his pair of thick work gloves out of his left back pocket and put them on. "Thought I told you to go upstairs." He said as he bent down and grabbed his arrow.

" I didn't listen." Harmony said, still continuing her slow walk down the stairs.

" See that." Daryl said roughly. He braced his right foot against the walker's head and yanked out his arrow. He dropped it to the ground then started towards the other walker.

" I just couldn't let you handle them alone. I was afraid once they found you they would over power you." Harmony admitted. She leaned down to grab his knife.

" Don't." Daryl said quickly, picking up his pace. Harmony looked up at him before she straighten. " I'll get it. I got gloves. You don't need to touch them, don't need to get their blood on you." He had dropped his voice because she was in shock and he didn't want to spook her.

" What should we do?" Harmony asked as she sank down on the steps. Daryl leaned down and grabbed the handle of his knife. He yanked it out of the walker's head.

" Burn them. But I need to look around real fast, need to make sure there ain't anymore." He stood up and took the rag out of his pocket. He started to clean the knife off, knowing he was going to have to burn his beloved rag. He looked up at her but she was staring at the walker. " You alright?" He asked. Harmony sighed and looked up at him.

" I have never killed one before." She said. Daryl nodded and started looking around as he slipped his knife into it's holder at his hip.

" Gets easier." He said.

" How?" Harmony's small voice pulled his eyes back to her face. She stared up at him in shock. Daryl took a deep breath.

" They ain't people, Harmony. You ain't killed them. They're dead. You 'member that and shit gets easier." To his surprise, she didn't fight him. She simply nodded. A tear was slipping from her left eye. Daryl swallowed hard and resisted the urge to step forward and wipe it away. " Go back in. I'll look around then come back and start a fire." Harmony nodded. She took a hold of the railing of the steps and pulled herself up. But instead of turning and going into the house, Harmony walked over to him and hugged him. Her arms went around his waist at the same time her head came to his chest. Daryl didn't move. She squeezed him hard.

" Be careful, please." She said.

Then she pulled away and went for the house. Daryl was too shocked to move. It took him a good few minutes before he could shake himself. He frowned and walked towards his cross bow. He snatched it up off the ground then moved for a few arrows he had resting on the stairs. He loaded it up then grabbed more arrows before he started his tour and watch.

Harmony's hands were shaking as she walked through the house towards the back where the kitchen was. She needed to wash her hands and maybe cry for a minute. She didn't care what Daryl said. It was never going to get easier. Seeing people as those walkers, knowing they wanted to eat her alive, was never going to get easier to understand.

When she reached the kitchen she moved to the sink and kicked it on. She stuck her hands under the water and let the coldness sting her skin. She hoped against hope that it would numb her. She closed her eyes and held her breath. No, it was never going to be easy. She was never going to get used to it. Those dead people out in the front yard could have been some one's boyfriend, husband, son, brother, and/or father. She started to cry. Her sobs brought her shoulders in as her body shook.

Daryl trugded back towards the house when he was satisfied that the grounds were walker free. He figured they must have been passing through but heard Daryl's and Harmony's yelling. He sighed and shook his head. They were going to have to learn to fight quietly. That was to close. He had been careless and that wouldn't happen again.

When Daryl reached the house he slipped his cross bow over his head and set it down on the steps. He walked over to the first walker and bent down to grab the legs. He started dragging the walker around so Daryl was facing the house and his back was to the field. He pulled the walker towards the spot he had picked out for the fire.

" Hey." Harmony said as she came out of the house. Daryl grunted as he worked. " I brought the lighter fluid and matches." She said. She was walking towards him slowly. When Daryl reached the spot, he dropped the legs then swept his arm across his brow to get the sweat out of his eyes.

" Alright. I'm just gonna get the other one then we can start the fire." He said as he stepped over the walker.

" Should I help?" Harmony asked while he made his way towards her.

" You don't need to touch them." Daryl said.

Harmony blinked slowly. He passed her with a small glance. Her eyes were locked on the walker he was going to burn. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. When Daryl reached the second walker, he grabbed it's legs and the process started over again. He pulled the walker until he reached the first one. He stepped over the walker before he let the second one go.

He sighed hard then started back towards her. Harmony handed over the lighter fluid without a word said. He opened the container and squirted some lighter fluid on the walkers. He handed the bottle back to her then took the matches. He struck on and dropped it on the pile. The bodies went up right away. Daryl crossed his arms over his chest while he watched the flames. He felt Harmony shift beside him a second before her side came to touch his. He glanced down at her at the same time she slipped her hand around his arm. She took a hold of his bicep and let her head come to rest against him. Neither one spoke as they watched the bodies burn.

She made them dinner from some of the squirrels he had hunted that day. Neither one spoke the rest of the day. The fight was forgotten. Her anger was let go. His embarrassment was over. They were just two people, living in a house together, trying to stay alive. When he went to bed that night, she didn't snek into his room or wait until he laid down to join him. Harmony followed him right into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. He watched from across the bed as she slipped her shoes off. She didn't say a word when she turned and faced him fully. She didn't even look up at him. She started to undo her pants and Daryl's chest tighten. He held his breath. Finally, when her jeans were half way down, she raised her eyes to meet his.

" Are you just going to sleep in your jeans?" She asked softly.

Daryl frowned then turned around. As he brought his hands to the button and zipper of his jeans, he noticed his hands were shaking. He closed his eyes and forced himself to breath deep. His dick knew she was just behind him, standing in a tank top and panties, and he wanted her. Daryl needed to get under the blankets and on his side quickly so she wouldn't see the tent he was pitching. He frowned down at himself.

' Stupid bastard.' He cursed silently.

' Take her, please!' The bastard begged. ' It felt so good last time!'

Daryl glanced over his shoulder to see her disappearing under his blankets. He looked back at himself and yanked his pants down before he sat down on the bed. He pulled one leg out, then the other before he threw himself under the covers quickly. He gave her his back, shoved his hands under his pillow and was staring hard at the wall. He stayed like that for almost an hour before he fell asleep.