"You can't be serious about going!" I yelled to Glenn.

Every step that he took closer and closer to the truck, the more angry and upset I grew at him. Even as I'm yelling, Glenn doesn't look behind himself to glance at me, he just keeps taking slow, unenthusiastic steps to that old, beat up red truck.

"Glenn!" I yelled his name once again.

"Why do you always insist on going to do this!?"

Taking a few more steps toward the truck, he stopped right next to the passenger side door. Once he stopped, he lifted his hand to the door handle. Instead of opening the door right away, he just kept it there for a minute. That's when he finally turned his head around to look at me. His eyes a little upset, but mostly just annoyed.

"I do this all the time, Olivia. What's any different now?" he asked.

"Nothing's different! I never want you to go! I'm worried that something will happen, and I don't think it's fair that you're always the one volunteering to do this! Can't you just stay here for awhile?" I yell and whine.

"I'll be okay, I'm always okay."

"I don't like this, at all. And I'm just worried about you, Glenn. I don't want to lose you out there."

His eyes softened a bit and he let go of the handle of the old truck.

"Now I know the reason you always weren't around when I left." he chuckled.

My mouth hung open wide. I was so surprised he just said that.

"Glenn, what the Hell?"

"You're freaking out. Just calm down, I'll be back before you know it." he said walking over the few steps between us and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"You better." I said wrapping my arms around him too.

He let go of me and made his way back to the old truck. Glenn opened the door and slowly sat himself down on the passenger seat. I saw Merle move his hand forward and suddenly that old truck was redeemed from the dead and roared to life.

It wasn't just Glenn going this time, which I was glad and relieved for, but I still felt uneasy with this group heading into the city. I understand that it's for supplies and necessities, which we were descending in quite rapidly, but I don't see how the city is a great option or why these people, mainly Glenn, would risk their lives to do this. And I understand it's for the group, yes, but I can't help myself but worry about them and just think about what their loved ones must be feeling. How Amy must feel that her older sister, the only one she really has left, and she might never see her again. Along with Andrea going, Morales is too. His family. His kids and his wife, poor Miranda. And Louis and Eliza, I can't imagine what they're thinking. And Merle, yeah he's one tough cookie, but he could easily put the group in danger, and that worries me even more. And his brother Daryl, another hard nut to crack, he's probably more worried than anyone. He's hard to read and doesn't show it easily, but the Dixon brothers are close, that's obvious to anyone with eyes. I know Daryl cares abut his brother, and he's worried that he might not come back. No, I shouldn't be as worked up as I am because I have no relation to anyone going on this trip, but Glenn's my best friend, I don't want to lose him.

They all sat in that little truck. Morales and T-Dog in the back seat, Glenn in the passenger seat, and Merle Dixon driving the little rusty, red time machine into the city of death. There was one seat open next to T-Dog in the back. That one was reserved for Andrea, who was taking her time saying her goodbyes to Amy. She was making promises that she would come back alive and that nothing would happen to her. That she would never leave Amy alone and she would return to her even if she had to crawl out of Atlanta. It was sweet, but it was disheartening to see those two say goodbye like that.

BEEP! BEEP!

I whipped my head back around to the truck as I watched Andrea say her goodbyes to Amy. Merle Dixon was slamming his right hand down onto the horn of the truck. Glenn and T-Dog trying to get him to stop by pulling his hands from the steering wheel. Morales was asking Merle to stop, his voice calm but firm, slightly raising in volume after Merle' s continuous attempts at intensely hitting the horn. T-Dog ripped Merle's hand away from the wheel once more. Merle whipped his head around and punched T-Dog square in the face. It didn't look like T-Dog was severely hurt, just stunned enough to be silent for a moment.

"Don't ya' ever lay yur' filthy hands on me ever again, ya' Nigger! Got it?" I heard Merle say from the front seat of the rusty pickup.

T-Dog didn't say anything, just glared daggers into the back of Dixon's head as he turned back to the front. Merle raised himself from the seat and stuck his head out of the rolled down window in the driver's side door.

"Yo! We aint' got all day, Blondie! Get your sugar shaker in the back seat or we's is leavin' ya'!" Merle yelled before he creeped slowly back into the seat.

I turned back to look at Andrea who just stared at Merle, surprised. She quickly shook herself from the daze and grabbed her gun and made her way over to the truck. She swung open the back door of the pickup and took her place right next to T-Dog. With that, Merle put his calloused hands on the steering wheel and turned to truck so it headed in the direction of Atlanta, and off it went, down the dirt road.

"Good luck you brave souls, you're gonna need it." I muttered to myself as I waited for the cloud of dust, that the pickup left behind it, to clear.

I turned around and just stood in my same spot for a second. It wasn't until I saw Carl and Sophia sitting at a little white, plastic table coloring something, did I decide to move. I went in their direction. Looking at Carl, I realized that I hadn't spent a lot of time with him like I should. Lately, I've just been the authority figure, or to put it in ten year old Carl terms, 'I'm mean and grumpy and I don't know how to have fun anymore'. Which is slightly true, but it's just hard to suddenly go from an average nineteen year old to mother in almost overnight. It's a difficult job, but someone's got to take responsibility for Carl, and frankly, I don't really trust many other people to do this job, so I took it upon myself to do it.

"Hey. Whatcha ya' guys drawing?" I asked as I bent down next to Carl.

He looked over his right shoulder to look at me and he smiled with all his teeth. He looked like he hadn't seen me in years, and he just looked really happy. Seeing Him happy like this made happy too. I smiled back at my little brother.

"Mine's a bear, Sophia's drawing a whole bunch of girly things." Carl said making a face.

I laughed at him.

"What exactly would you say are girl things?" I asked him.

Carl scrunched up his nose and made another face like he was disgusted with 'girls'.

"Rainbows, and unicorns, and pink things. Just girly stuff."

I looked over at Sophia who looked a little upset and defeated at Carl's comments about her drawings.

"Well, I think Sophia's drawings are good. Maybe a little better than yours, Carl." I said ruffling up his hair a bit.

I looked back at Sophia. She smiled seeming a little happier that I stood up for her to Carl.

"Hey! Mine's good!" Carl defended.

"Oh! No doubt, but Sophia just has a bit more talent than you do, I think." I laughed.

Carl started laughing and grabbed a bunch of my hair, tugging at it.

"Hey, hey. Watch it, Champ." I said grabbing at his hand to stop his yanking.

"Why? You afraid I could beat you up?" He laughed.

I looked at him and gave him a funny face.

"You? Beat me up? I'd like to see you try small one!" I laughed.

His face twisted in mock determination as he turned his body around and tackled me to the ground. He was on top of me lightly hitting my face with his hands. I pushed him to the side and sat myself up. All of sudden I felt a weight hanging on my back and arms wrapped around my neck. Carl swung me side to side a little before I turned around lightly tackling him to the ground, him laughing loudly. Carl got up from beneath me and tackled me again. We started to wrestle a little bit until Carl sat on my back holding my wrists behind me in his hands. The side of my face was pressed into the dirt and I saw Sophia still sitting at the table. She was laughing at my and Carl's position in the dirt. God. How pathetic I must look. But that was okay, because Carl was smiling and laughing and Sophia seemed to enjoy my little beating and it was fun. From the corner of my eye, I saw movement. Someone was walking over to the area and stood on the other side of the little white table, watching the little display in front of them. I looked up at the face that belonged to this person and saw Shane chuckling with a smile on his face.

"Okay, okay. You win Carl." I say in mock defeat.

"Can you let me up now?" I ask.

I feel Carl bend down so his face is slightly by mine.

"I don't think I want to." he said sarcastically

I groaned.

"Come on Carl! Let me up!" I whined.

I looked up at Shane and saw him laughing at my childish behavior.

"Oh shut up!" I said to him slightly laughing.

Shane took a few steps closer until he was at my and Carl's side.

"Alright, up. I think she's embarrassed enough." Shane said to Carl.

"Okay." He said, releasing my hands and stepping ff of me. I get up from the ground and began to wipe all the dirt and dust from my clothes and the rest of me.

Shane nudged Carl's shoulder and chuckled.

"Plus, now we know who the tougher one really is. Bet you could beat her up any time, Little Man." Shane said to Carl.

"Yeah I could!" Carl said looking at me with more mock determination on his face.

"No, no, no! not again Carl. I just dusted myself off!" I said as he took a few steps closer to me.

That was when Sophia went up to Carl and lightly put her palm up to his shoulder and pushed a little before running off.

"You're it!" she yelled before running over to the RV. Carl smiled and took off in pursuit of her.

I stood watching him and laughed. Shane came over to me.

"You know, we're gonna have to toughen you up some. If you can't be beat up by a ten year old, then who knows how you'll stand against a Walker." He said chuckling.

"I can handle a Walker just fine for your information!" I say pretending to be offended, pushing at his shoulder.

He swayed a little still laughing.

Eventually, the laughing ceased and me and Shane just stood there watching Carl play around with Sophia. Louis and Eliza joined the two and they all ran around the camp playing tag.

I looked over at Shane to see that he wasn't watching the kids play at all. He had his sight set on me.

"What?" I asked.

He made a face and shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing." He said.

I turned my head back to watch Carl.

"Just thinking, you still need to make something up to me from what happened yesterday." He said with a certain tone in his voice.

I knew that tone, and I knew he was in the mood.

I turned my head once more, and his face was now a little darker. He had a smirk on his face so that the left corner of his mouth tilted upward on his cheek and his eyes were darker than usual.

Oh. I knew what he wanted.

"Well that'll have to wait till later, now won't it?" I asked taking a step closer to him.

My hand gently moved up and down his arm, making light, little strokes behind our backs. We stood so it looked like we were still watching the children play.

"I don't think I can wait till later." He said gruffly.

I turned to face him.

"Well, then you'll suffer." I said making a sultry face while looking him dead in the eye.

That was when I moved my hand from stroking his arm to lightly make its way to his hipbone. I gripped it tightly then released making my hand head toward the center of his pants. I rubbed the back of my hand over his jean clad 'area'. He gasped a little in surprise, but I still continued to move my hand slowly up and down over his jeans. His breathing was starting to get slightly labored and I began to feel his pants press harder against my hand. He was beginning to grow. I moved my hand away from him and started to walk away. Looking back over my shoulder at him , I could see he was flustered and a little angry that I left him like that. I smirked and turned my head back to the front of me and walked over to where most others from the group were seated.

I took an open seat right next to Amy. She looked reserved and was a lot less talkative and cheery than usual. But that was understandable. She was nervous and worried about her sister, so she chose the quiet path. Seeing Amy like this made me remember that Glenn was on the mission too. While I chose to ignore and distract myself for the past hour, reality seemed to finally catch up with me, and now, I'm sad and anxious and I understand why Amy is being quiet. As I sit down next her, Amy turns her head to look at me. Sad eyes and a droopy little face, she mustered up a smile anyway, it was small, but I appreciated the effort she put in. I returned her small gesture just to let her know that she wasn't alone. We were all there if she needed someone to confide in.

For the next hour and a half, I sat next to Amy, not saying a word, just listening to the others talk and banter aimlessly. This was their way to deal with the fact and suspension that we might lose some of our group today.