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Chapter 27

Daryl paced back and forth across the highway having seen the taillights of Carol's sedan disappear into the night not more than ten minutes ago. His eyes continued to scan the darkness, ready to take on any threat. His thoughts drifted to thoughts of Merle and where his dumbass was. They also drifted to thoughts of curly hair and a certain pair of emerald orbs. Daryl once again shook his head of his thoughts. Fucking hoodrat, goes off with Rick and that asshole and her and the kid are shot.

He huffed through his nose, quickly getting irritated at the fact there was still a missing kid, two were shot in his group, and one had a really bad infection. Then they had Suicide Sally bitching at the old man for her gun. Daryl shook his head at his situation, wondering if he was better off on his own. These people were going to get him killed.

Daryl looked off into the woods and knew he could easily just go off on his own and start tracking down Merle. He was better off on his own anyway. He was quiet, no one would depend on him, he could feed and house himself….the thought was all too tempting. As he thought about abandoning the group on the highway he heard light footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around quickly to see Andrea walking towards him, her arms crossed as if she were fighting off a chill. Her gun now sat in the waistband of her jeans. Daryl's eyebrows shot up at that.

"He gave it back to ya?" he asked.

"I'm not going to kill myself, Daryl," Andrea said with a little attitude. Daryl just huffed at her.

"Alright," he said. It was all he needed to hear. He wasn't going to sit here and try to dissect all her emotions and thoughts.

"He just drives me nuts sometimes and Carol is still crying but wants to be alone," she spoke, looking into the same woods Daryl was. "I can't be in there right now. It's a little too much at the moment," she finished, tying her golden blonde hair into a high ponytail.

Daryl just nodded at her and continued his watch, knowing that T-Dog had a better view from a top the RV. They sat there in silence for quite a bit. Daryl was surprised he wasn't as bothered with her company, but she wasn't talking so that probably helped. He pulled his cigarettes out and lit one, letting the tobacco fill his lungs. The buzz was always so euphoric for Daryl, he knew after this cigarette he should slow down before he runs out. He sucked the stick down to a nub before preparing to flick it on to the grassy slope leading to the woods. There were a lot of walker bodies lying dead on the path. Instead of flicking his butt into the bodies, he tossed it onto the cement next to him and put it out with his booted foot.

"Do you think we'll find her," Andrea asked, finally making eye contact with Daryl since she first walked over to him.

Daryl didn't think much about it. "Yeah. It's Georgia, not the Mountains of Tibet".

Andrea's eyes brightened at the redneck's comment. "Just seems so…I don't know. I don't want to give up on Sophia, she's just a little girl. But again, she's just a little girl".

"We'll find her. She's probably holed up in a barn or in a house. Shit, she could be in a tree. At least she has people looking for her. More than I ever got as a kid," he said. Surprising himself with his own candidness.

"You get lost in the woods too?" Andrea asked.

Daryl then continued to tell his story about how he got lost in the woods and had a rashy and itchy ass when he came home. Andrea laughed at the story and found Daryl smirking slightly before naturally going back to his stoic look.

"Well, I guess we'll see what happens," Andrea said, she gave Daryl a small smile and walked away. Daryl didn't watch her go, he continued looking out into the woods. His thoughts wandered back to the boy, Sophia, Blake…This was his chance to dip out; but now after that conversation with Andrea he wasn't sure that leaving this group was the best choice.

Glenn pulled the sedan through the gate with Tanyon sickly and agitated in the seat beside him. Glenn glanced in the rearview mirror to see Kris close the gate. Glenn cautiously approached the front of the house, nervous about other people after their run in with the Vatos and Jenner. Before the car was in park a weak Tanyon stumbled out, hurrying to the steps of the white farmhouse.

Tanyon announced Blake's name as he made his way to the porch steps. Glenn hastily turned off the car and ran to Tanyon's side, he breathed out a sigh of relief when Lori appeared through the screen door with the young brunette from the woods.

"Where is she?" Tanyon asked, desperation in his voice. Lori was already saying to come in before he finished his question. As Tanyon rushed through the door Glenn and Kris awkwardly stood outside, not sure if they were welcome to just walk in. Before Glenn could go up the porch steps Shane steamrolled out of the house, seriousness and exhaustion plastered on his face. Pointing at Kris he said, "I need a doctor, you're with me". Kris stared at Shane like a deer in headlights as the shorter built man marched off to an unfamiliar pickup truck. Glenn watched as a portly man with a baseball cap carried two shotguns out of the home with a frizzy haired woman on his heels.

"I have to help this boy and the girl, Patty," the older gentleman said, turning and grabbing the shoulders of the small woman. "This is on me, I can't live with myself if don't help this family," he said as he wiped stray tears from the woman's eyes. He gave the woman a kiss on her forehead before catching up with Shane.

Glenn's stomach tingled slightly at the idea that his group was being referred to as a family. He stood a little straighter at the comment but his heart broke even more at the thought of possibly three members of his family facing death. Glenn's thoughts were interrupted at the rise of Shane's voice.

"You're coming with me, Dowd! You cried in the damn car for days after that herd. It's time to earn your keep. Get in the god damn truck, man," he yelled as he grabbed the front of the younger man's shirt.

"How do you know I'm ready for this? Aren't I more useful here?" Kris asked, looking for any excuse to not have to go find supplies in the middle of the night.

Shane took on a different approach, "Listen here Doc, there are two people in there who need this equipment to survive. We need to get this done. Please, the doctors who are already here are doing what they can. You need to come with me," then his voice dropped low, "Or you can explain to Rick you were too cat shit to help me save his son. He kept you alive, man. I wanted you gone".

Kris hesitated but responded, "Fine". His face dropping at the grave choice he just made.

"Let's go," Shane said, hitting the side of the truck.

As the truck pulled off Glenn took a deep breath and took off his hat. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair when he heard that sweet southern voice in panic.

"Do you know your bloodtype?"

Glenn hesitated for a moment before answering, "O+".

"Get in here, now!," she said before hurrying back in.

Glenn immediately ran through the screen door, slowing down for a moment to take in his surroundings.

"They're down the hall on the left," Lori said from the small living area, wiping tears from her face. Rick was asleep on the bed looking extremely pale, a almost finished glass of orange juice sitting at his feet.

Glenn pushed ahead when he heard the commotion come from one of the bedrooms. Before he could even absorb the room he was grabbed by the pretty brunette and put into a seat. He gasped at the sight of Blake who was unconscious, wearing only her bra and bloodstained pants on the twin bed. The sight of her pale face made Glenn sit up, shock hitting him as he watched his friend struggling to survive.

"We need you to give her blood," the frizzy haired woman from outside said. "Tanyon has an infection and for how weak Blake is we can't afford to use his blood,". Her eyes were tinted red from crying but it looked like taking care of Blake was distracting her enough.

"Of course," was all Glenn said as he stuck out his arm holding Blake's hand in his.