"Georgia, where's Daryl?" Georgia looked up from chatting with Carol at the porch as Shane came towards her with a bag of guns slung over his shoulder.

"What the fuck do ya want?" Daryl snarled as he rounded the corner of the house with DJ at his heels. It had been two days since their firelight discussion and they hadn't spoken to each other except when DJ was concerned. Any conversation was made up of, 'Where's DJ?' 'Over there.' Or 'When we gonna tell him?' 'I don't fucking know.'

"Look, man, we're gonna have to do something about that barn. We can't be living near it like it is."

"Hasn't caused us any problem up til now," Daryl answered with a shrug. He reached out and grabbed DJ's shoulder, pulling him closer to him and away from Shane. He looked up to find Georgia's eyes on him and he silently commanded her to step closer, which she did.

"You really want them near the group, man? You really want them near these people? Near your people?" Shane demanded.

Daryl looked down at DJ and then up at Georgia before he held his hand out and let Shane toss him a gun. Carol shook her head and begged, "Don't do this. Please don't do this."

"Georgia, protect your boy."

"I've got my own," Georgia said evenly. "Don't need any of yours."

"Can you stop?" Maggie cried out. "My dad is going to throw you off the farm."

"We need to protect ourselves. Hershel is just gonna have to understand that it is time to fight! Where's Rick?"

They looked up in time to see Hershel and Rick with Jimmy, leading walkers across the yard on leads. Georgia gasped and turned quickly to DJ. She bent low and ordered, "Baby, go get momma's gun and get your gun too. Run."

DJ turned and took off running as the group began following a screaming Shane towards Rick. Daryl looked up at Georgia and then over at Carol. Georgia ordered, "Take care of Carol. I've got DJ."

"Take care a yerself too, alright?" he said lowly.

"I will," she promised.

DJ intercepted the group while they were on their way to Rick and Hershel and handed her the Beretta and her knives. He said, "I know you just wanted the gun, but I didn't know what you'd need."

She leaned down and put her arm around his shoulders. She warned, "If things get rough, you run, okay, baby? Get up high in a tree and wait for me or Daryl. We will come find you, okay?"

"I will, Mom."

She hugged him close and they followed in time to hear Shane's tirade on the walkers while Rick fought to explain. The walkers went down and Georgia breathed a little easier, until Shane made his way to the doors of the barn and broke the lock. She yelled, "DJ, go, baby. Go now!"

"But…"

"Boy, listen to yer momma!" Daryl shouted as he raised the gun to his shoulder to take his shot. He stepped beside Georgia, who raised her gun, and DJ ducked behind them with Carol. Wave after wave of walkers rolled from the barn and Georgia wondered how they'd got them all in there and how long they'd been creating their morbid collection. Daryl just tried to make himself as big as possible. He wanted to draw the attention of the walkers away from the only three people that mattered in his world. He tried to shoot the oncoming dead before Georgia could, but there were too many and he was proud of her for taking out as many as she was.

Then, it was over as quickly as it began and he could hear Beth and Maggie sobbing behind him as he turned to face Carol and DJ. They were both pale and DJ looked like he was quivering. He was about to say something, anything to comfort the boy when he heard the limping, shuffling footsteps falling from within the barn. He whirled around in time to see her limp out. Her hair was matted and darkened by a horrific mixture of dirt, blood, and gore. Her skin was already mottled in the short time she'd been missing and the eyes that were once so lively, were dead.

Her neck displayed the mark of her death, gaping and leaking puss and gore, it dripped onto her pink rainbow t-shirt that was torn at the shoulder and at the stomach. Whatever got her hadn't had hold on her long and she'd managed to escape fairly quickly, missing parts of her skin. Her little ankle was twisted and her foot was at an odd angle, almost perpendicular, to her leg, causing the limp. As soon as the little girl limped into the sunlight, Carol screamed, attracting her attention and Daryl had to grab her as she raced past.

"Is that…" Georgia didn't finish her question because Daryl's eyes snapped up to hers and she almost lost herself in the sorrow that was drowning him. She knew that it was Sophia. The little girl he'd been searching for when he found her and DJ instead. The little girl the entire group had been searching for. The little girl that was blinking in the sunlight and baring her teeth at her sobbing mother.

Rick raised his gun and Georgia turned to see DJ staring in a terrifying fascination. She grabbed him by his shoulders and yanked him into her body, looping her arms around his head and pressing his face into her tight, even though she turned her head over her shoulder to watch the fateful bullet fly through the little girl's skull. The only sound she heard was Daryl repeating over and over, "Don't look, don't look, don't look" while Carol screamed her sorrow.

Georgia didn't wait to hear what had to be said. She didn't wait to see Beth's mother rise from the dead again to grab the girl. She grabbed DJ by his arm and ran. She ran to the tent they shared with Daryl and pushed DJ inside quickly. She ordered, "Grab all of your stuff. Pack it up fast."

"What about Daryl?" DJ questioned.

"Baby, he'll have to understand."

"He won't, Mom."

Georgia knelt before him and said sternly, "DJ, I won't lose you like that little girl was lost and this place is full of a death I want no part in. You and I were fine. We did fine on our own. We did good. We can do it again."

"No, Mom. We can't. We can't leave him. We can't leave any of them. You're friends with Carol. She just lost her daughter. She needs us here."

"And I need you to be alive, DJ," Georgia retorted. "You are the only thing that matters in my life and I will not let anything happen to you."

"An I won' either, Georgia," Daryl's voice called from outside of the tent. "So get yer ass out here an 'splain to me what the fuck I'm hearin'. We got a lotta talkin' to do."