"Dale could get under your skin. Hell, he got under mine. But that was because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he meant. The kind of honesty is brave, and rare." A single tears rolled down my cheek as we stood at the newest grave on the land. Rick was delivering the eulogy at Dales funeral. I listened numbly, Daryl by my side. "whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale, he'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could read us." I looked up at everyone's faces, none of them dry before again looking at the ground. "He saw people for who they were, he knew things about us, the truth, who we really are. In the end he was talking about losing our humanity, he said this group was broken, and the best way to honor him is to unbreak it, set aside our differences and pull together. Stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives, our safety, our future. We're not broke, we're gonna prove him wrong. Form now on, we're gonna do it his way, that is how we honor Dale."

Rick's words at the funeral had changed something. The group was more unified than ever now, ready to work together instead of arguing amongst ourselves. A few of us had gone out to secure the fields, not wanting another walker to sneak up on us.

Daryl and I sat in the bed of Shane's truck, while T-Dog and Shane sat in the front. I rested my head on Daryl's shoulder, mentally exhausted from last night. His hand was glued to my thigh, tracing gently circles with his thumbs.

We pulled up to one of the outer fields where a group of walkers had tackled a cow. I watched in disgust as they ate, standing up in the truck bed. Daryl hopped out beside me, and I nocked an arrow, firing it at the first one, hitting him between the eyes.

It wasn't long until we took them all down, showing no mercy at all. Shane and T-Dog began to kick at the last one they killed, caving in its skull, breaking its ribs. We spent the afternoon out, not seeing much more activity, and we returned to the farm.

Hershel had decided to let us bunk in the farm house, something that we were eternally grateful for. We scurried around the campsite, helping everyone else pack their items. I glanced up at where our tent used to be, which was now gone, packed up with the rest of everything. I looked at Daryl and he forced a tight smile.

"After we're done here we'll take Randall out a while, cut him loose." Rick informed everyone. It seemed like that argument was over. Dale gave his life to win that moral debate.

"So we're back to that now?" Shane asked a bit perturbed.

"It was the right plan the first time around." Rick responded casually, his voice confident. "Poor execution."

"That's a slight understatement." Shane argued, not looking at the sheriff. I stopped what I was doing to listen to them and Daryl hiked his crossbow up higher on his shoulder.

"You don't agree, but this is what's happening." Rick informed him. "Swallow it, move on."

"You know that Dale's death and the prisoner, that's two separate things right?" I bent over, picking up another crate as I listened to Shane speak. Lori glanced at me, gesturing back to the house and I nodded, slowly making my way. I was tired of the fighting, done with their constant displays of machismo.

"Beau!" I heard Rick call to me. I stopped mid stride, turning to look at him, adjusting the crate in my hand. Rick shared a look with Daryl and Daryl nodded his approval. "I want ya to come out with me and Daryl to release Randall. Could use you if the situation calls for it." I narrowed my eyes, glancing behind the men at where Shane stood. He seemed sore, glowering at me and I slowly nodded my head.

Rick and Daryl were waiting for me on the porch with a map already drawn. The gestured for me to come closer and I did, eyeing the map quietly.

"I was just telling Daryl we can take him out to Sanoi, it's about an hour there, hour back. We'll lose light but we'll be halfway home by then."

"And this little pain in the ass will be a distant memory." I muttered, garnering a smile from Rick and Daryl.

"Good Riddance." Daryl said gruffly.

"Carol's putting together some provisions for him, enough to last a few days." Rick stated. Shane pulled down the driveway up to the house quickly and we watched him come. Shane got out of his car, walking up to the front porch.

"I'm gonna take a piss before we go." Daryl said, standing up. He looked at me pointedly. "Darlin', you need to put on a heavier jacket, I think I got something that might fit you." He gestured me to followed and I gave Rick one final smiled before trailing Daryl inside.

He led me to the small back bed room, the one that we would be sharing, where all of our bags were. I shut the door quietly behind us and he sat on the bed. I waited for him to rummage for a jacket, but he never did.

"I ant getting in the middle of the snake pit, and I think you should steer clear to." He said to me finally. I smiled at him, sitting next to him quietly.

"Agreed."

Our trip had been postponed for a bit. Rick said he needed to talk to Carl, but he wouldn't give a reason. About an hour or so later Rick came for me and Daryl. We'd immersed ourselves in securing the house, boarding up the windows and door's.

"You guys ready to go?" He asked us, walking up the car with long strides. I nodded at him, as did Daryl. We'd had our weapons packed in the truck a while ago. I hopped from the porch, reaching for the door handle.

"I'll get the package." T-Dog said, walking of towards the shed. I climbed into the car, followed by Daryl and Rick. We watched silently as T-Dog walked down to the shed, opening the lock. He entered, emerging not long after, sprinting back up to the house.

I narrowed my eyes as Rick and Daryl hopped from their seats, meeting him in the yard. I cautiously stepped up to them.

"Randall is gone." T-Dog whispered. My heart dropped and I looked back at the shed. Rick cursed under his breath and the four of us headed back down towards the old building.

Rick entered first, crossing to where Randall was chained up. We tried to keep it quiet, but unfortunately the others noticed our panic.

"Whats going on?" Lori asked, sprinting up to us. She was follwed my Andrea and Glenn. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Randall's missing." I said quietly, trying to make it so the house couldn't hear. Lori looked at me wide eyed, at a lost for words.

"What do you mean missing?" Andrea asked hushed. Hershel had joined us down at the shed, his faced worried.

"How long has he been gone?" he asked, walking past me to Rick.

"I don't know, he must have slipped the cuffs." Rick said as calmly as he could. Hershel sighed and my heart fell heavy. This was not good. Even if we were going to let him go, he didn't know that.

"Is that even possible?" I asked Rick, not sure what kind of answer I wanted. No matter what he said, it wouldn't find Randall.

"The door was secured from the outside, so how did he get out?" Hershel asked us all, looking around at each of us. We all looked into the shed and then back at Rick. Rick shrugged. There wasn't a way he escaped, we all could see the shed wasn't breached.

"Rick!" someone yelled from the tree line. I turned, my mouth agape. Shane sprinted for the group. His face was bloody and beaten. I studied him silently as he ran for us "He's armed! He's got my gun!" Those words silenced the entire group, everyone looking around in a panic.

"Are you okay?!" Carl asked him. He went to run for Shane but I put my had out, stopping him.

"I'm fine! The little bastard just snuck up on me!" Shane said as he reached the group. "He clocked me in the face!"

"Alright Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Beau, Daryl and Glenn come with us." He pointed at me and Daryl expectantly. I nodded, hiking my bow high into my shoulder.

"Chief, I'ma need that gun." Shane said to T-Dog, taking his sidearm. We met eyes, briefly, before I looked away walking after Daryl and Rick.

"Get everybody back in the house, lock all the doors." Rick called over his shoulder as we entered the woods.