I'm surprised at how fast people reviewed yesterday XD I put it up at like 7:15 and I got three reviews within an hour! Thank you to the people that did and thanks to the people reading this story! It really means a lot that people are liking it and that I'm not totally sucking. I've been busy all day with midterms and a show mu church is doing, so I haven't had time to write. But now I am taking out probably two hours of my day to write this next chapter for all of you. I can't wait to continue this! On with the story!

"Daryl, do you know if the Governor is dead or not?" Anna says worriedly as the two hike along the woods. They were far enough from the prison now to slow down. But the fact that Anna hadn't found Aria and Scarlett yet disturbed her, and she was surprised after everything she just saw she hadn't gone into shock.

"I didn't see if anyone got to him, but I have a feeling Michonne did. Too many damn people to see shit," he replied. Anna nods shakily, thinking back to how Michonne used to go out everyday and look for the Governor so she could kill him. She had told her what they did to her friend, Andrea, and Ann would be pretty pissed off too if that's what happened to Lily or Joey.

Then again, Lily was dead, and she had no clue where the hell Joey was. He could be dead too for all she knew, his son as well. They could be walkers, or something worse.

Tear prickled in her eyes but she blinked them away. No, she had to stay strong. She wasn't going to let any of this shit bring her down. She would be ok and so would her family.

She could still smell the smoke from the prison.

"We need to get further, I can still smell it," Anna grimaces, walking a little faster. "I can't stand this," she grumbles. "I can't fucken believe this."

"Wait, Anna," Daryl says catching up to her. He stops her in her tracks by grabbing her arm, and for the first time in a while, she actually sends him a death glare, her brown eyes narrowed.

"Don't you see we need to get out of here?" she hisses. He points down at her leg and she follows, and her glare disappears into an embarrassed expression. "Oops," she says quietly. Her leg had been hurt, and was bleeding. She hadn't even know until now.

"Yeah, 'oops,'" Daryl mocks. He grabs her hand and leads her over to somewhere where they could sit. "We need to get that fixed up," he murmurs. She nods and goes to her pocket, taking out a bandana and handing it to him.

"Until we find some good medical supplies. Just tie it tight and I think we'll be fine." He nods, and takes it from her hands, then rolls up the jeans and looks at the damage. "Jesus, was I shot?" Anna says, surprised at the cut. It was deep, but it had stopped bleeding. She was very surprised she hadn't felt any pain until now. They had been running for who the hell knows how many miles.

"I don't think this is a shot. Someone probably threw something at ya and it hit your leg." He starts to wipe it down, and Anna sighs, looking off into the forest, like she was expecting something to come out of the trees. Why did she have a feeling that something was going to happen. "Ya seem deep in thought," Daryl says, looking up from the wound and at her. She looks at him.

"I just have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. I don't know what it is, but something. Someone's gonna come through the trees and nuke our asses or something," she says bitterly at the end. "I just can't feel safe anymore. I don't even know if all of the Governors' people are dead! They could all be searching for us ro something!" He shakes his head.

"Got nothing left to get. The prison is gone. It's not gonna be ok to live in anymore, so I don't think anyone's gonna hunt for us." Anna nods and looks down.

"But what about Carol? You saw her, I saw her. I don't know if she's dead or not. She could be after us. Oh Jesus she could be after the kids!" she suddenly yells trying to get up, but Daryl keeps her down, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Daryl-"

"The kids will be ok," he assures her, trying to find some way to calm her down. She locks eyes with him. "Aria is great with her knives, and Scarlett has learned a lot about how to use the pistol. They'll be fine." She still looks nervous. "Anna, they had fucken powers. Aria can control ice. They will be fine," he grumbles, making Anna chuckle slightly before regaining her composure.

"We have to find them," she says seriously. He nods.

"I know, but we can't today." She narrows her eyes.

"And why the hell not?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. He finish's tying up her bandana around her leg, nice and tight, and she cringes slightly. He looks up and smirks.

"There's the reason." She glares at him but looks down, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red. He did have a point. She would eventually just collapse from the pain now that she knew it was there.

"I can still walk," she persisted, but also slightly mumbles. He rolls his eyes and moves next to her.

"Ya don't have to worry so much. They'll be fine. But you've already covered so much ground with that hurt ankle. Ya can't head out and start hunting for them again. Tomorrow it'll be better, and we can look for them again." She sighs and looks down at her ankle.

"Why did this happen?" she says, looking back to him. "Why did any of this happen? What made the Governor want to kill us in the first place? Was it all because Michonne took out his dead daughter?" He nods.

"That's basically one of the reasons." She shakes her head.

"That man is the craziest motherfucker I have ever seen in my thirty years of life. Even crazier then some of the hobos on the streets of the Bronx. And they are crazy." He chuckles slightly and she snickers. "I mean, the kid was dead. And she also told me that he kept heads in jars? What was he, Dr. Frankenstein? Was he doing to make a new person or something like that?" she laughs. "He was going to make a new daughter with all the body parts he had found. Oh, that thought creeps me out," she shivers, bringing her legs a little closer, though cringing slightly when she felt the pain down below in her leg.

"Really? Does it creep ya out more than this?" he says. She looks to the side and nearly has a heart attack, jumping at least two feet back from where she had been sitting. He was dangling a spider near her face. She glares at him.

"I hate you," she growls. He laughs and throws the spider in the opposite direction. She glares after it. "I knew you would do something like that to me one day," she grumbles, looking back down at the ground.

"It was just to make ya laugh, Anna," he says, coming over to her and offering a hand. She glares at it but accepts it anyway, being pulled up a moment later. She cringes and leans against him slightly. "You ok?" he asks concerned. She nods.

"Yeah, just the gash. I can walk," she says, taking a step. "Do you know if all the kids got out? Oh my God, what about Judith?" she asks. He sighs and shakes his head. Only then did she realize that he really needed a haircut. Maybe she could do it later.

"I have no clue," he says, looking around for a moment. "All I know is that I saw the bus leave. I think most of the survivors were on there." Anna slumps against a tree.

"Jesus," she repeats again, looking off into the distance. It was just plain forest in front of them, but thanks to her hearing, she could hear a river trickling down the way. That's when she remembered that there was indeed water nearby, and that near it there was a housing development not too far away. "We need shelter for the night."

"Ya see any houses around here?" he asks.

"I went out with Aria near the edge of the forest and there's a river at the end. Not too far is a housing development. We could stay there and head out, look for the kids and for the rest of the group. Hell, maybe some people are there right now." He nods.

"You lead the way," he says, gesturing to the forest in front of them. Suddenly something shot out from the bushes, both a knife and arrow sunk into its neck a second later. It was just a rabbit. "Looks like we got dinner," Daryl says, grinning slightly. She smiles too.

"Looks like it."

Knives swipe through the bushes to where Anna had seen the development. Once she saw the white house's come into view, she smiles. "We're here," she says to Daryl. He makes his way through the mess of vines and bushes they had to go through.

"About time," he mumbles lowly, but stops when he see the houses in front of him. It looks like they hadn't been touched what so ever. The houses weren't ransacked or destroyed. He would have thought it was completely secured except for the fact that there were walkers everywhere. "Ya didn't say anything about the thousands of walkers!" he whispers fiercely to her. She rolls her eyes.

"I think we'll be fine. Just run with me," she says, grabbing his hand and taking off. The two run through the streets, hiding behind cars and objects so none of the walkers would see them. When one would come close, an arrow or a knife would plunge into its head. Once they had made it to a house that was near the end of the street, they run inside and shut the door behind them. Anna looks around the house and sighs.

It was a nice little home. Something she had dreamed of having since she was a child. It seemed so peaceful and quiet.

But then she heard the click of the safety being turned off and there was a gun pointed at both her and Daryl.

She looks fearfully at the woman pointing a gun at them. "Why are you here?" she growls, but even Anna could see the sacredness on her face. "Get out!"

"Look, we found the ho-" She hears a baby cry from the back and her eyes widen. That was Judith. She took a closer look at the woman and she see's that it was a girl that was at the battle. And she had been on the Governors side. "You. You…were there! You were with him!" she screams, suddenly knocking the gun out of her hands. She tries to catch it but Anna clutches it in her hands now, her fingers tightening around the pistol. "I hear Judith. Where the fuck is she? Tell me or I'll shoot," she hisses. Daryl takes Anna's arm and leans down to her.

"Anna, this isn't going to help anything right now. I know you're made and I know that seeing all of that probably took its toll on ya. But threatening someone right now isn't going to help." Her hands are still grasped firmly around the gun, but she lowers it slightly. She would not succumb into this world where they had to shoot or be killed. But she wasn't about to let this woman stay in here.

"Get out of here before I make you," Anna glares at the young woman. Now, she was always nice when it came to stranger, but this one, she had Judith. She was with the opposite side. Her gun was still pointed. "Go on, get," she growls. The woman slowly walks over to the door fearfully and walks out, closing the door. Anna watches her get into an abandoned car and drive off from where the house was. She drops the gun and runs to where she heard the baby crying.

She walks into a room and finds a crib with a small baby inside. And sure as hell, it was Judith. Anna picks her up in her arms and rock her back and forth, trying to sooth the sounds of the baby's crying. Daryl looks at her surprised.

"How did ya know it was her? Could have been any baby." She shrugs.

"I guess mothers intuition? I've been spending just as much time with this baby as Beth has, and I guess I could tell what her cry sounded like." She looks down at the baby and coos to it, trying to get it to be quiet. "Shh, it's alright. No one's gonna hurt you. It's gonna be ok. Everything will be just fine."

Anna sits on the couch in the living room, Judith still in her arms. The baby was now asleep, and Anna had eaten dinner, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. She was going to be awake. Things were just starting to settle in her brain. All the adrenaline was gone.

She gets up and places Judith in the crib in the small room she was in and walks over to the large window. She stares outside at the walkers still wandering the streets. The large moon that was so bright. She looks back to Judith. God, what if Rick was dead? What if Rick AND Carl were dead?

Sinking down the ground, ignoring the piercing pain in her leg, she cries into her knees, letting all the pain and anguish out that she had needed to since she had ran from the prison. She had no clue if her daughters were ok, no clue if Joey was alive, no clue where the fuck the rest of the group was.

She had no clue if people were still out to get them. She had no clue if Carol was looking for them right now or might be hunting down her family.

She had absolutely, positively, no fucken clue.

Her mind travels back to when she saw Hershel's head get snapped off. She had nearly lost it. Hershel had been like a second father to her. The moral compass of the group. He was the healer, the talker. Oh, she couldn't imagine the pain that Maggie and Beth were feeling at the moment. He didn't deserve to die like this! Hell, he didn't deserve to die at all! He was the best thing that had happened to that group. She had been told that Hershel was the main thing that put Rick back in track when he had gone crazy. And now he was gone. Almost everyone she talked to was gone. They were all dead or missing. Her family.

She cries harder. Daryl finally hears and comes down to her level. "Anna? Anna can you hear me?" he says, grabbing her shoulders. She looks up, tears streaming down her face.

"Hershel," she cries. His eyes turn sad for a moment before taking her in his arms, letting her cry into his body. She had no clue what to do. She had kids to find, but right now, she also seemed to have a baby to take care of. She was hopeless.

Absolutely no clue.

Aria smiles as she finishes making a fire on the stove. The two had found and old abandoned house in the middle of the woods, and it seems like the electricity was working. The gas was as well, so Aria started up the stove and started to fry up some animals she had kills and skinned earlier.

"You have a fire?" Scarlett asks. Aria nods, positioning a pan over the stove.

"Got it going. We're gonna eat well tonight Scar," she says, smiling slightly. "How's your head doing? Does it hurt? Because I found some medicine in one of the bathroom closets we could use you needed it." She shakes her head slowly, telling her it doesn't hurt, but also trying to keep it form starting to hurt.

"No, I'm ok." She looks up from the picture book she had found and looks to her sister. "We're not staying here, right?" she asks. Aria shrugs.

"We still need to find mom and dad, but I think for however long we look, this would be a good place to stay. Once we find them, we're out of here." She looks in the fridge and pulls out a couple bottles of water. She throws one to her sister who catches it in her arms. "Drink. You're gonna need it."

She opens the cap and starts to drink, but stops when she sees something in the corner. "Aria?" she asks nervously, pointing over to the corner. Aria talks out her knife, ready to kill the lurker when all she sees is a little boy, a gun was pointed in his hands at the smaller girl. He was shaking.

"Who are you?" he asks. Aria could hear the nervousness in his voice. Aria lowers her knife and steps slowly towards the boy. "Don't hurt me," he whimpers. She smiles.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to ask if you're lost." The boy looks curiously between to two girls, trying to see if they would try anything.

"My parents were killed a year ago," he replies, looking down. Aria's eyes widen. This kids a kicker.

"You've been surviving for this long?" she asks quietly. He nods, lowering his gun.

"I've been alone. This had been the place I've gone to for shelter." She walks over and leans down to his eye level.

"Do you want us to go?" she calmly asks. 'Please don't say no,' she pleaded within her head. He stares at her for a second before shaking his head.

"I don't want to be alone anymore," he mumbles. She smiles at the young boy. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she walks him over to Scarlett and the kichen.

"Don't worry, you're not."

The boy ate gratefully at the kitchen table later that night. Aria had noticed a few little aspects about him. His hair was a dark blonde, nearly almost brown, and his eyes were green. He seemed so young, and the fact that he had been surviving on his own for the past year amazed her. She probably couldn't survive by herself for that long and she was sixteen.

He had a pistol around his waist and knives in a bag he had been holding. In that bag was medical supplies, food, water, and even a map of the area. The kid was smart.

She also noticed that he needed a shower very badly. His hair was very dirty, mud and gunk everywhere. His face had dirt smudges on it, and his hands were filthy. Who knew what had touched them. The kid probably had touched one of the walkers once.

But she didn't say anything. Just let the kid eat, because she could tell from the expression on his face that he hadn't had anything like real meat in a long time. It was probably his fantasy to even get real food let alone meat.

"So…we didn't catch your name," Aria says casually a she bites into the rabbit she had gotten earlier. She silently thanked Daryl the day she had been taught how to skin an animal. The boy looks up and smiles, food showing through his teeth. Scarlett cringes a bit, but Aria just chuckles. Oh, little boys.

"Hunter," he replies, swallowing his food. She nods, taking another bite of her dinner.

"And how old are you?" she asks when she had swallowed hers.

"Eight, at least I think," he replies, looking away for a moment before looking back with a determined face. "Yeah, eight," he smiles. She smiles back.

"And you've been all on your own for the past year?" she asks surprised. He nods gloomily and focuses his head back to his plate. "Oh, I'm sorry if that's painful to hear," she quickly says, not wanting to bring down the kids spirit. But he simply shakes his head.

"No, it's ok. I've gotten used to it." He takes another bite of his rabbit and continues to talk. "When the outbreak happened, my mama and papa took me to the safe zone in Atlanta, only when we got there it wasn't safe at all. So we left and ran into the forest. We met up with a group of people and for a month all of us survived as a group, each doing their own jobs. Then one day a herd of things attacked us. They got my papa first, and my mama told me to run away before they got her. I watched them both get eaten," he says, picking at his food a little. Aria walks over to the boy and leans next to him.

"Did they come back?" she asks tenderly. He shakes his head.

"No, someone shot them before they could." She nods and looks to the gun in his holster. Deciding to change the topic to a much lighter subject, she asks about the weapons.

"Have you been using a gun throughout this whole entire thing?" she asks. He nods, takes it out, and shoots it into the air. Aria and Scarlett cover their ears for the sound, and duck for the bullet, but nothing comes out. Not even a pink. She looks at the gun curiously. There was no silencer. "How come there was no sound coming out of it?" she asks. He smiles.

"I took out the part that make the cling sound and put it back together. Now, when I shoot the things, it doesn't attract more of them."

"How on earth did you do that?" she asks, staring at him. He shrugs.

"I just took it apart and put it back together." She raises an eyebrow. This kid might have been alone, but he was a motherfucken genius. Who had ever removed the sound a gun made when shooting? She never thought a kid would.

"That's pretty smart," she compliments. "Gonna turn out to be the next Einstein." He blushes at her comment and looks down.

"Thank you," he mumbles. She smiles again, happy she could find some way to put a smile on his face. She gets up and looks at the watch on her hand. It was nearly eleven.

"I think it's time we get to bed. Let's finish our food first."

Aria walk downstairs around twelve at night and peeps outside. She sighs. How were they going to find their parents? And what would she do with Hunter? Obviously he wasn't going to just go back out there on his own now. Not when he realized there was still living people in the world and not just walkers all around him.

She walks over to the fridge and peeks in, noticing the few things still left in there. Her eyes land on one specific thing though, and she didn't know if she wanted to take it or not. But, in one swift move, she thought 'Fuck it.'

She grabs the beer inside and pops the bottle off, taking a sip. She didn't care right now. She didn't care if she was underage. She had had a beer before and she would sure as hell have one now.

Taking another sip, she thinks back to the prison. God, everyone was separated. She didn't even have a clue where Carl was. And as much as she hated to admit it, she had developed a tiny crush on him. Tiny, but it was enough to worry if he was ok or not.

Her mind tries to remember if he had been on the bus that had left, but she shakes her head. She knew he wasn't. He was probably with his father. God, she didn't know if he was alive either. Same with Joey and all the other kids.

What about her mother and Daryl?

She shakes her head. No, they were alive. They were ok. And all of them would find each other and everything would be alright. Her hand keeps the beer cold. After a few more sips, she leaves it on the counter and starts to head back to the stairs when she sees Scarlett with her thumb in her mouth. She hadn't done that since she was a baby.

"Can you sing for me?" she asks, coming over to her. Aria nods, sitting down on the couch. Scarlett sits on her lap and leans against her body, closing her eyes.

"What do you want me to sing?" she asks softly.

"Dream is a Wish," she says. Aria smiles. Oh, Cinderella.

"A dream is a wish, you're heart makes,

When you're fast asleep.

In dreams, you will lose, your heartache.

Whatever, you wish for, you keep."

Aria sang slowly, caressing Scarlett's hair as she slowly fell asleep.

"Have faith, in your dreams, and someday.

Your rainbow will come shining through.

No matter how your heart is grieving. If you keep on believing.

The dream that you wish, will come true."

Scarlett fell asleep easily in her arms, and Aria glanced back outside the window. 'The dream that you wish will come true.'

They'll be ok.

A little sister bonding time :)

I've been wanting to write that since the beginning of this chapter. I don't know why but whenever I see someone singing in like a show or something to someone else, it always makes me feel comfortable, so I did it with this, especially since Aria is a singer like her mom. So both groups have found shelter and are determined to find each other, but both have new additions. Judith, the lost baby of Rick, and Hunter, the kid who has survived. Things are about to get a little harder, and with the threat of Carol, it's going to get worse. Can't wait to write the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed! REVIEW!