Michonne comes back five minutes later and gives me the oil. She watches me as I oil the car then close the hood and go around to the driver's seat and lie on floor to see the wires.

"How did you get in to mechanics?" Michonne asks

"My dad. Between Nessa and me he didn't get his boy. My older brother is my half-brother and was older by the time my dad came along. He played and watched football, sorry, soccer with my dad but he never got into cars and bikes. Nessa was clearly just a little princess from birth so when I came along, dad was determined I would know cars and bikes intimately." I tell her. I have the car started as I finish my story.

I sit up and she walks around to the passenger seat and climbs in "Was your dad a mechanic?"

I wave to Andy as he opens the gate for us "No" I reply

"What did he do?" She asks

I sigh "He was a mob boss"

"Are you serious?" She asks

"As a heart attack" I reply calmly.

"Huh, you think you know someone" She says with a grin.

I stop the car at the front gate and climb out "Yeah, it's not something you bring up in casual conversation. Imagine the careers days I had at school?"

Michonne laughs as I fill up the car with gas. Daryl joins us and kisses my temple "You got it going?" He asks

"Doubting my capabilities, darlin'?" I ask with a grin

He chuckles and kisses me properly "Never, angel"

Bob appears then "Everything alright?"

Daryl pulls away from me "Yeah, Zack kept this thing running pretty good."

"This is Zack's car?" Bob asks

"Yeah, fastest one we got." I say pulling myself up to sit on the hood of the car

"You all right?" Daryl asks Bob when his face suddenly trips him. He must still be feeling shitty about what happened to Zack

"You really want me coming along?" Bob asks

Daryl pulls out the list Hershel wrote and points to it "What's that word?" He asks

"Zanamivir." Bob replies

"Yup, we need you." Daryl says and I smile as he stares at the list confused.

He stands between my legs, his back to my chest and hands me the list. I read it as I stroke his hair. "What's up?" Daryl asks. I look up at Tyreese

"Still got room for one more?" He asks and I smile

"Hell, yeah." Daryl replies

"Good. Just got to get my gear." Tyreese says before running off

"All right." Daryl says and picks up his crossbow and slides it into the car.

Tyreese comes back and I slide into the passenger seat as Daryl climbs into the Driver's seat. Michonne, Bob and Tyreese get in the back.

I lean out the window "Yo, kid!" I yell over at Andy.

He sits up startled, I see a sheen of sweat on his forehead and chest "Right yeah, sorry Aunt Gwen"

I grip his wrist as he walks past me "Hey, you okay?" I ask concerned. Please don't have it

"Fine, haven't slept in two days is all" Andy replies

"If you're lying to me…" I start but he cuts me off.

"Gwen, I'm fine. I'm 19 not 9. I can look after myself" He snaps.

I punch him in the hip "Watch your attitude you little shit" I scold

He rubs his hip with an overly dramatic noise of pain "Sorry, I really am fine though"

"Okay, open the gate please" I say and slide back into the car.

He does and we're gone. I take a peek back as we drove away and he appears to be okay. He's walking straight and normally. He hasn't coughed. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

"Hey, angel" Daryl says, catching my attention.

I look at him "Hm?"

"He's fine. He's not coughin' or nothin'" He tells me.

"I know, he's my boy, it's only natural I worry right?" I reply

Bob leans forward "Aren't you a bit young to have a 19 year old? How old were you when you had him?"

I look at him confused "What? No, no. Andy's not my kid. He's my eldest sister's kid. I was only seven when he was born"

Bob's eyes widen "You're only 26?" He asks surprised.

I smile at him "I don't know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment"

Bob shakes his head "Sorry, you look young. You just act a lot older. That and well Daryl…"

Daryl frowns "Yeah?" He asks

"Well, you're not 26" Bob says smoothly

Daryl smirks and his hand goes to my knee "No, I'm not"

I put my hand over Daryl's with a shake of my head "Age is just a number. Especially now." I say and lean my head back and look at Daryl's profile.

Daryl has never looked older to me. I know he is but when I first met him he was immature in a way it made him appear younger. For a while it felt like Merle was more like Daryl's dad than his brother but now, Daryl is responsible, kind, still a bit abrasive but I like that. His face doesn't look that old either. He is clearly over 30 but if I would have guessed I would have said mid-30's. His hair kind of covers most of his face these days. I'm the only one who gets to touch his face and move his damn hair out the way to see it properly. The amount of times I've tried to take scissors to that hair just to be pinned is ridiculous.

"What did you do before all this, Gwen?" Bob asks

I smirk and looks back "Don't you know?"

He shakes his head "I've always just seen you as the leader"

I nod "I was a Forensic Anthropologist"

"A PhD?" He asks, sounding impressed.

I nod and grin at him "It's no MD" I tell him

There is a silence for a long time until Daryl looks back at Michonne. I can't see her because she's directly behind me but I can sort of make out her reflection in the side mirror. She's looking far away.

"Hey, I know you weren't running off." Daryl says, gaining Michonne's attention "The thing is, that trail went cold. You know that, right? If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you."

My head snaps round to look at him. He looks back at me briefly and squeezes my knee. Daryl reach for the radio, the tension needs to be diffuse. Obviously he get static.

"Would you hand me one of them CDs right there?" Daryl asks me.

I grab the CD holder and open it when I hear a voice say "find sanctuary"

I stare at the radio wide-eyed.

"Was that a voice?" Bob asks

Daryl shushes him and fiddles with the dials. The voice keeps breaking up, I can't understand what he's saying. 'Sanctuary', 'survive' and 'alive' is all I hear. Daryl looks at me.

I see something out the corner of my eye and my head wipes round "Daryl!" I yell as we speed towards dozens of walkers.

Daryl sits straight and pounds on the breaks. Daryl fights for control of the car as he avoids walkers. My hand his pure white from clutching the dashboard tightly.

My eyes are as wide as saucers from the sight in front of me "Oh, my God" I say slowly and fearfully. There are at least a hundred walkers leading from here to our destination.

Daryl jumps into action immediately "Grab onto something!" He yells and reverses.

My hands are still tight on the dashboard. The car jolts and stops completely. There is a blockage behind us.

"Go to the left!" Michonne calls

"We're jammed up!" Daryl yells

I take deep breaths. "Gwen, Make a run for the gaps right there." Daryl says and I nod quickly and pull out my gun "You three, you make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothing, you hear me? Now!"

I kick the door open and start firing as I do as I'm told. My instincts make me look back. Daryl is directly behind me, Michonne on his tail. Bob is a little further back but Tyreese is nowhere to be seen.

"Gwen! Do not look back! Keep going!" Daryl yells

I stop at the edge of the woods. Daryl and Michonne join me. Daryl takes down a walker that nearly gets Bob but Tyreese is surrounded but hacking away. Daryl has a tight grip on my bicep as he dithers slightly on the spot. He pulls me away and into the woods when walkers get a little too close for comfort.

"Go, angel, go" Daryl says quietly, pushing me ahead of him.

There are walkers everywhere as we run. Fortunately the noises lessen until Daryl puts his arm up for us to stop. He turns back and readies his cross bow saying "Hold up"

The trees at the opposite side of the little clearing are rustling. Daryl is preparing his crossbow for the worst. Two walkers walk out. Daryl lifts his bow but one is taken down from behind. I sigh in relief when I see Tyreese. Tyreese drops to his knees with a sigh.

Michonne takes out the second walker while Daryl and Bob grabs Tyreese. We run as more walkers appear from the trees. We have to keep going. We have to get to that college or we are going to lose everyone!