"Um, Dale? Where do I sleep?" I yawned, walking towards the RV.

"You can grab a blanket and sleep on the floor inside. Might not be the most comfy place, but it's safe." Dale smiled. Nodding, I walked into the RV and grabbed a sheet from the closet. I took it and layed down in the small hall leading to the bedroom. As Rick, Shane, Dale and Daryl talked outside, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I drifted in and out of sleep, jumping at the noises from outside. The door of the RV creaked open, so I lifted my head to look. Daryl had entered the RV and was looking around when he saw me laying on the ground.

Sighing, I put my head down, turning over to get comfortable again. There were foot steps and then a thud beside me. I looked over to see Daryl sitting beside me while he took off his boots. He layed back, throwing the sheet over himself, pulling it completely off me.

"Seriously? You just walk over and take my blanket?" I whispered, twisting my body to face him.

"It's just a blanket. You want it, come 'n' get it." He chuckled. I reached out and tugged on the blanket only to have it pulled out of my grip. "Whatever." I mumbled, turning over and curling up. Daryl's arm reached around me, pulling me to him as he threw the blanket over us. Then I fell asleep.

I was nudged on my shoulder by Daryl in the morning. "Ugh. Why couldn't you just let me sleep?" I rubbed my eyes.

"'Cause were goin' to look for Sophia." He answered, putting his boots back on. I got up and put the blanket away, then followed Daryl outside. It was still dark outside, which explained why I was so tired.

"Here. You can have this, that way you have a weapon." He said, handing me his knife.

"Thanks." I yawned and started walking to the edge of the forest. "I thought you said there was no point looking for Sophia in the dark?" I shot at him as I tripped over some tree roots. "I couldn' sleep so I decided to do somethin' to help." He answered, grabbing my elbow so I wouldn't fall.

The farther we ventured into the woods the darker it got, making it even creepier. In the distance there was a tent with belonging scattered around it. Daryl's arm shot out across my chest, pushing me behind him as we got closer. From the side I heard growling and moaning so I turned my body to look for a walker. Daryl walked ahead, approaching the tent as I kept watch for any walkers. He walked in the tent, leaving it seconds later.

"Empty." He said, looking around.

"Daryl, how are you so positive that we're gonna find her?" I asked as we started walking again.

"'Cause I got lost 'n' I was younger than her and she has people lookin' for her. Nine days, alone in the woods with no one lookin' for me. Usin' poison oak for toilet paper. My ass itched something awful. " He shook his head.

"That's horrible!" I laughed. "I'm sorry. It's just so funny." I bent over, holding my stomach while I continued laughing. Catching my breath, I followed Daryl again, listening as the noise from before got louder. As we went around one tree we found a walker hanging from another tree. The legs were mostly bone from being attacked. Nailed to the tree there was a note.

Bending over Daryl read, "Got bit, fever hit, world gone to shit, might as well quit." Standing up he said "Idiot didn't know enough to shoot himself."

"That's discusting." I muttered, turning to walk away.

"We should head back to camp, get some sleep." Daryl said, walking back towards the road. We walked in silence listening to the sounds of the night. As we neared the road, moonlight spilt over the forest floor lighting the path. I took bigger steps, attempting to catch up with Daryl who was now far enough ahead that I could barely see him. After a few steps my foot got caught on a rock, making me fall. As I fell my shin hit another rock, cutting my leg open. I pulled myself into a sitting position and took a look at my leg. I was slowly being covered with blood and hurt like a bitch. I looked forward, trying to find Daryl, but realizing that he was gone.