Lilian finally got a few hours of sleep after she decided to sleep in the station wagon. Liam had gotten on her last nerve last night. First, he interrupted her and Daryl's kiss, then he lectured her about how she deserved better than Daryl. Liam had no clue what he was talking about. Lilian sat up from the middle row of seats and looked around her. Something caught her eye.

The silver string caught her eye, she picked up a brown wooden bow. It was hand carved, and beautifully done. There was even a quiver of about a dozen arrows. She beamed with happiness. As soon as Lilian exited he car, she ran to where she saw Daryl, which was by a motorcycle she guessed to be his.

"Thank you! Thanks you!" she jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas.

"Fer what?" he asked. She held up the bow. "Wasn't me."

"Uh huh. Who was it? The woodland fairies?"

"Yup." She wanted to hug him, but she doubted he'd like that too much.

The group got prepared to head to the farm. Liam would be driving the station wagon, Dale the RV, and Daryl his motorcycle. Just as they were about to leave, Lilian approached Daryl.

"Hey," she said nervously. She feared he'd deny her request. "Can I ride with you? I don't really wanna ride with Liam..."

"At yer own risk," he said with a smirk. She grinned happily, her bow and quiver were already in the station wagon. Lilian hopped on the back of Daryl's motorcycle and wrapped her arms around his middle. She knew it was odd that after one kiss, everything had seemingly changed between her and Daryl. Maybe Daryl just wanted to make Liam mad, or who knows? Right now, she was happy. The bike rumbled and began to move. For Lilian's first ride on a motorcycle she was strangely comfortable.

Liam rode in the station wagon behind Daryl and Lilian. Why had she chosen to with that redneck instead of with him? It just wasn't right. He was going to have a long talk with Mason when they got to this farm. Though, he doubted it would do any good sense Lilian seemed to be the one calling the shots for their group now.

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"Mason!" Liam called, catching up to his best friend.

"Yeah?" he asked numbly.

"About your sister...I'm worried about her. She's been hanging around with that redneck, and won't even talk to me."

"That redneck?"

"Daryl or whatever the hell his name is."

"What's wrong with that?" Mason knew first hand that Daryl was better than most people thought. He stopped him from killing himself, which now he knows would've been a mistake. He owed his life to Daryl.

"I caught them kissing in the woods last night!"

"Just stop! If it's a mistake, than Lil needs to make it for herself."

"Ugh!" Liam stormed off. Mason laughed, Liam's jealousy would be the death of him.

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Daryl and Lilian were the only ones looking for Sophia. Daryl went out on horseback, while Lilian took the path closer to the highway. She walked stealthily with her bow ready. The arrows were truly well made, even though they were only sticks and sharpened rocks. It amazed her how skill for Daryl was. Which made her wonder...what else was he skillful at?

Lilian mentally slapped herself. She needed to focus, and find Sophia. She can fantasize about Daryl later, but right now there was a lost little girl. There was a big problem with finding her though, there was no trail to follow.

Eventually she came across a big white farm house. She made her way across the lawn on hunter's feet. There was no sign of anyone or anything. She went into the house and searched for any sign of Sophia. No such luck. When Lilian was about to leave, she heard a faint crying.

"Sophia?" she called quietly. The crying became louder as she made her way to a pantry. She opened it an found a skeleton of a child. Her coal black hair was a tangled mess, the child's pale cheeks were hallow and sunk in. "Where are your parents?" Lilian asked.

"G-gone..." the girl shuttered.

"Well c'mon, I'll take you to my group...we'll get you some food too. Are you hungry?" the girl nodded quickly. "Here, I have this granola bar," Lilian unwrapped the package and gave it to her before lifting her from the ground. "What's your name sweetheart?"

"Emily."

"I'm Lilian. How old are you, Emily?"

"Seven."

For being seven, Emily was very small. She was only a few inches taller than Olivia, and only about ten pounds heavier-right now anyway.

"Did one of those...people bite you?"

"No. My mommy and daddy told me to stay in the pantry...they're dead now..."

It broke Lilian's heard to hear Emily speak that way. She decided to make her way back to the farm.

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"Why is this?" Carol asked looking at the small girl.

"This is Emily...I found her in an abandoned farm house," Lilian explained. "We need to get her some food..."

"Right this way," Carol led them to the kitchen. "Why don't you go check in on Daryl, and I'll get her some food."

"What happened to Daryl?" Lilian's heart pounded in her chest harder and faster than it ever had, and her face became as pale as paper.

"He's in that bedroom...I'll let him tell you."

Lilian gave Carol Emily and took slow steps to the bedroom. She feared the worst. When she opened the door, she saw him shirtless laying in a bed. When he took notice to her, he covered his upper body with the sheet, not before Lilian saw some of his many tattoos.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Got shot, took an arrow in the side," he shrugged.

"Where'd you get shot!?"

"Grazed the side a my head."

"Oh my God!"

"Ain't no big deal..."

"Yes it is! Who shot you!?"

"Andrea."

"That's exactly why she doesn't need a gun!" Daryl laughed, but put his hand to his side, to stop his stitches from splitting.

"Any luck?" he changed the subject.

"Not with Sophia. I did find another little girl though, she was in a farm house."

"She alive?"

"Barely...she's terribly skinny."

"Where is she?"

"With Carol. You're okay, right?"

"Ain't no worse for wear."

Lilian cautiously took a seat on the bed.

"Lilian?" a girl in her early twenties with chin length brown hair asked at the door.

"Yes?"

"There's a shower, if you wanna use it."

"Thanks."

"You can barrow some of my clothes if you want."

"Thank you, very much."

"No problem. I'm Maggie."

"Nice to meet you. I'll be up in a minute." Maggie nodded and left the room. "I haven't had a shower since before the world went to the dead," she said thinking out loud.

"Wondered what that stank was," Daryl grinned.

"Ha ha. What's your excuse?"

"Go take yer damn shower," Daryl said jokingly.

"Gladly."