Andrea peered over the side of the vehicle seeing men standing over Shane and a kneeling Rick. Rick's eyes met hers and he shook his head just enough to let her know to hide. His eyes were screaming for her to not come out and he kept shooting looks to the underside of the car. Andrea lowered herself slowly and slid under praying that nothing caught their attention.

Watching booted feet move around the car and around the kneeling men Andrea tried to listen to everything they were saying. They were talking low and fast leaving her only to guess at what was being said. Rick and Shane were both quiet not speaking her making a noise in the slightest.

"Come with us." The accented man spoke clear and with menace.

"We know you have other people. We heard you talking..." Another man with a much softer voice spoke. "We don't want to hurt you're people. We have a town and we take in groups."

"You take in groups after assaulting their men?" Shane snapped.

Accented man laughed, "WE didn't know if you were hostile or not."

"Listen overlook Martinez...he was hasty." The softer voiced man began.

Andrea took in everything they were saying with rushed patience. She was sure there was something she could do even if that was just warn the group. She needed to get back to them before they took them all. The man was speaking about taking in groups but he had already assaulted Shane and took Rick. She wasn't about to put her faith on these two.

Rick and Shane were brought to a standing position, "I think if anyone was to get a message to our group an understanding could be met..." Rick spoke. "They wont react well knowing you've just taken us. Where are you taking us?"

"To our boss." Martinez rushed.

Andrea watched their path trying to note how long they had been gone. Sliding on her stomach out she winced feeling glass biting into her skin. Moving to her knees she listened for the sound of walkers before moving to the next vehicle. She felt fear and panic trying to take hold on her but knew she needed to get help before Shane and Rick were lost completely.

Moving slowly among the cars trying to keep hidden she stopped listening again. She didn't hear anything but she was sure someone was close. She knew she wasn't hearing shit but she couldn't place where or what the sound was. Moving the next car she heard it again and placed it immediately. It was the same dumbass from earlier, but were they with this Martinez's group.

She circled around a building that looked familiar and wished she had paid better attention to where she was when they came into the city. She hadn't been watching just following and now she was sure she was lost. All the streets looked the same. Littered with bodies, cars, and burnt out features. Her stomach churned and she felt her emotions threatening to spill out on her and the entire situation. Swallowing it down she leaned against a car closing her eyes for a second.

Snapping her eyes open she dropped to the ground suddenly at the sound of boots on pavement. It was them. They were circling around again making another loop, it had to be. Sliding quickly under the nearest vehicle she hissed in pain from her cuts and closed her mouth. trying to get ahold of her breathing as the boots came into view she watched them.

They walked further towards her one set clearly leading the other. They were quieter and more precise than the last two men and she grimaced that they might be smart enough to search under cars. There was a dry chuckle and curse words before she finally heard their voices. Her heart dropped out of her body at the sound and she scrabbled for purchase.

"I'm telling you brother I heard someone over here." Mac huffed. Scuffing his boots through the broken glass he shook his head.

Hand gripping the curb she hissed out a breath, "Help." Her voice was hoarse and she felt how thirsty she truly was.

Rough hand gripping hers pulled her clear of the vehicle and she met the blue eyes of Daryl. His eyes widened and he helped her standing before stepping back from her. "What the hell are you doing here Andrea?" Daryl questioned.

Mac appeared next to him suddenly his eyes sweeping over her before he moved into her space and jerked her shirt up. She hissed out a breath and slapped at his hands but he shot her a look. "Hold the fuck still. You're bleeding all over the fuckin' place. What the hell happened to you woman?" Mac groused.

She leaned back against the car her eyes wide at the sight of the brothers. Daryl handed her water from his pack his eyes showing concern for her as Mac tore her shirt to get to her skin better.

"Set down." It was a command and she readily agreed.

"What the fuck are you doing here alone?" Mac growled. "Where the fuck is the group?"

Drinking down the water watching Daryl bend down and rifle through his pack. He handed Mac a first aid kit while averting his eyes from her exposed body. The thought almost made her smile considering she still had her bra on just her shirt ripped apart. He was bashful, so different from Mac.

"We left the CDC and needed gas. Shane got him to stop here said they would scavenge the gas." Drinking more water, "Two men came up on me, Rick, and Shane. They attacked Shane and we started towards him not sure what was happening."

Mac and Daryl exchanged looks before Daryl spoke, "How many were there?"

"Just two that we seen. But they took both Rick and Shane. Rick made me hide. They said they were taking them to their boss."

Daryl disappeared and Andrea looked Mac over. He seemed fine. Of course she knew he would be. Him and Daryl both were survivors and wouldn't let this world tear them down. He was focused on her stomach cleaning it and removing glass not looking at her. The tendons his in were strained and sweat was dripping from his brow as his lip caught between his teeth.

"You could have gotten your ass killed." Mac's voice was low. "What the hell were you thinkin' comin' out here?"

Andrea winced when the alcohol touched her cuts. "I was thinking we needed the gas to get away from the city. So we weren't stranded." She hissed, "That hurts Mac!"

He finally looked up at her and she seen stress around his eyes and his jaw was set, "You're gonna get killed." His voice held a note of pain.

Andrea watched him for a minute before speaking. She wasn't sure what to say. She knew what she wanted to say but didn't know how it'd be taken from him. His fingers lingered long than necessary around her stomach and she sucked in a breath watching him. His face was downcast the heat of the day beating down on them soaking him with sweat. He'd never looked better to her.

"Mac...have you all seen any sign of Merle?" Her voice was soft and cautious.

He sighed and set back on his haunches, "He's alive...left us a note."

Her face perked up and she set forward, "Did he say where he was going?"

Mac laughed shaking his head, "You fuckin' kidding me? Merle aint ever done shit easy..and that'd be too easy for him and us."

A duffel bag dropped down next to Andrea and she jumped looking up as Daryl turned his back to her. "You're soaked through in blood. A damn dinner bell to walkers around here."

Mac raised an eyebrow at her and she seen the wolfish look in his gaze, "Sooner you get dressed sooner you can get back to your group."

She felt a knot in her throat and winced as she stood up. Daryl's eyes never went to her or in her direction as they swept the area for walkers. "We should get inside soon. Nights gonna fall quick with that storm headed this way."

Andrea looked up as she held her shirt together. Mac grabbed up the duffel and grabbed her wrist pulling her with him and they were off. She didn't hear Daryl behind them but didn't need to look to know he was there. He was always there. A silent presence with his brother no matter what. She could feel tension between them and had the feeling she might have stepped into something.

"Do you know where the group is?" Daryl questioned, "Both groups. Yours and the ones who took Rick and Shane.."

Andrea stepped through the door and into the darkness, "I don't know exactly where the group is...I just know that I seen your truck and bike there. But the other group went towards the mechanics..."

Mac and Daryl both swore under their breath, "Get dressed tits. Gotta get you back to that sister of yours."

She met his eyes and started changing out of her clothes as a bottle was thrust at her again from Daryl. "Clean the blood up. All we need is a bunch of hysterical ass women when we get back seeing blood on you and you not with department dumbass."

"We still have Dale, Glenn..."

At Mac's snort she stopped, "Like we said...hysterical women."

"What about Rick and Shane?" Andrea questioned.

Mac and Daryl exchanged glances neither talking but looking out the darkened windows watching as a group of walkers went by. Mac started humming shooting a sly grin to Daryl and he shook his head "Aint got time for that shit right now."

Mac hummed a little louder, "All the time in the world brother."

"Were you who I heard singing earlier?" Andrea gasped. The knowledge that Mac had been close enough to hear was overwhelming even with him standing here in front of her. It was almost too much to take.

Daryl looked over before stepping out of the door, "That'd be his ignorant ass."

"Call it ignorant brother but that's just cause you can't carry a fuckin' tune."

Andrea was once again between two men making her way through the city. Mac and Daryl moved with more grace and silence than Rick and Shane could ever hope to have. They made quick time and were efficient when dealing with walkers. They didn't hide like her, Rick, and Shane had when making their way around. Instead the brothers worked together taking them down quick and quiet leaving their bodies laying where they fell without ceremony.

She wanted to ask why not just avoid them and save time or energy but felt like she was missing something. When her and Carol had discussed the brothers they were built for this world. They'd be the last men standing and would be smiling as they done it. They showed no fear at the thought of taking on the city that could house thousand and thousands of walkers just to search for one man.

She started recognizing certain things and knew they were getting close. "They aren't going to be happy."

Mac snorted behind her, "Don't know many people who are happy with shit the way it is...or ever really were."

She couldn't argue with that and stayed quiet as they neared the cut off for the gravel walk that would lead them back to the group. She was nervous and it was more than just that Rick and Shane were gone. She was scared Mac would disappear like smoke in front of her as soon as she was back with the group. She also knew the second Sophia seen Daryl and Mac is was no holds bar going to be a fight with her mother about splitting away from them again.

Andrea walked around Daryl as his pace slowed to match his brothers and she looked behind her seeing Daryl speaking low to Mac. They were both looking forward and she couldn't read either of their faces. She seen apprehension in Daryl's walk though and she knew he wasn't sure about the group.

"Andrea?" Dale's voice rang out.

She looked up and seen him on top of the RV and waved shushing him. The group gathered suddenly and she smiled a tight smile just as the group got to her. Lori was starring her down, "Where are Rick and Shane?"

Amy walked closer to her and she watched her for a second before flicking her gaze to Carol. She was setting on the hood of the jeep Sophia next to her as she braided her hair. Carol looked up smiling at her but it faltered slightly and she slid off the jeep walking closer to her.

"Why are you in different clothes?" Amy questioned.

Carol moved closer to her, "Andrea?"

She knew she needed to say something but wasn't sure what the hell to say. Surprise I lost two men but got another two? That wouldn't work. The group was moving in closer to her all firing questions at her left and right. She swallowed opening her mouth just as Lori's angry voice hissed at her some nonsense. The entire group grew silent though and she knew what they must have seen. Looking over her shoulder Daryl and Mac both rounded the corner both still talking low to each other heads leaned in close, even with Mac still packing the duffel full of shit Daryl got for her.

They stopped a ways away from the group both still talking. Daryl was gesturing out at the city and shaking his head. She heard a growl rumble through Lori but no one had any time to say anything before Sophia was hauling ass towards them.

"DARYL! MAC!" Her breathless little voice called.

Both sets of cerulean eyes went to her as she slammed into Daryl full force almost taking him to the ground if Mac hadn't grabbed him. She was speaking rapid fire at the pair of them and pulling them to kneel in front of her by the tails of their shirts. It was a sight to see. Both men were smiling and nodding at her and she was almost frantic with talking at them.

Mac's eyes lifted to hers and he raised an eyebrow and she swallowed worried about what was being said exactly. Sophia had over heard a lot conversations between her and Carol about the brothers. She watched as Daryl looked up to his eyes sweeping the group before landing on Carol for a second before going back to Sophia.

Both men nodded and stood up as Sophia turned. She started for the group both men flanking her like guard dogs. Andrea was hit with the realization that with these two men around her Sophia was always going to be safe. She would never go hungry, and would never know fear like most people now days.

"Did these two hurt Rick and Shane!" Lori screeched like a dying buzzard. "You let these...these pieces of trash come back with you!"

Daryl stepped in front of Mac as they neared the group and his gaze landed on the woman barking and snarling. His look could have frozen hell, "Wont you shut the fuck up Olive Oyl." He looked to the men still in the group, "Where are you all setting up for tonight?"

Dale shifted, "We hadn't planned on being here when it got dark."

"Plan on it now." Mac smiled. "Unless y'all wanna leave more men behind." He snapped.