"Could you throw me a bone here, man?" I heard Shane yell, turning my head to see him following Rick, walking up from the tent area. "Could you just tell me why? Why would you risk your life for a douche bag like Merle Dixon?"

"Hey, choose your words more carefully." Daryl glared at Shane, obviously not liking the shit talk about his brother.

"No, I did." Shane replied honestly, glancing over at Daryl. "Douche bag's what I meant. Merle Dixon. The guy wouldn't give you a glass of water if you were dying of thirst."

"What he would or wouldn't do doesn't interest me." Rick said. "I can't let a man die of thirst. Me. Thirst and exposure." Shane rolled his eyes, sighing. I however agreed with Rick. It wasn't right to leave a person to die like that in the hot sun, thirsty, exposed, just stuck like that. It was inhumane. Even if Merle was not that great of a guy. "We left him like an animal caught in a trap. That's no way for anything to die, let alone a human being."

Shane eyed Rick as he walked away before Lori spoke up from where she sat beside me, causing me to whip my head around to face her. "So you and Daryl, that's your big plan?"

Rick placed his hands on his hips, turning slowly to look at the last person I wanted to go. Glenn. A frown immediately came to my face as I realized what Rick's raised brows were insinuating, one coming to Glenn's face as well. I didn't want him to leave again, he had just gotten back, I was finally able to know he was safe. And obviously he wasn't too happy about this either. "Oh, come on."

"You know the way. You've been there before, in and out, no problem. You said so yourself." Rick explained, while Glenn was debating in his head whether or not he should say yes. I knew he would though, he was a good guy. "It's not fair of me to ask, I know that, but I'd feel a lot better with you along. I know she would too." Rick pointed at Lori who just stared at the two with a exasperated look.

"That's just great. Now you're gonna risk three men, huh?" Shane said, anger clear on his face.

"Four."

Daryl huffed at T-Dog's addition to the conversation as he cleaned some of the arrows for his crossbow. "My day just gets better and better, don't it?"

"You see anybody else here stepping up to save your brother's cracker ass?" T-Dog asked, his voice monotone as he spoke.

"Why you?" Daryl asked.

"You wouldn't even begin to understand." T-Dog replied, shaking his head slightly. "You don't speak my language."

"That's four." Dale said.

"It's not just four." Shane began again, getting ready to put in his two cents. He was really against this idea and it was evident. "You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that Rick. Come on, you saw that walker. It was here. It was in camp. They're moving out of the cities. They come back, we need every able body we got. We need 'em here. We need 'em to protect camp."

"It seems to me what you really need most here are more guns." Rick answered all of Shane's concerns.

"Right, the guns." Glenn said, apparently knowing something that the rest of us at camp didn't. I hadn't heard of any guns.

"Wait, what guns?" Shane asked, wondering the same thing as I was, his face turning from pure anger to confusion.

"Six shotguns, two high powered rifles, over a dozen handguns." Rick listed, my eyes getting wider with each word. That was a ton of guns, more than I could even really imagine. That would probably make all us here feel a lot safer, it would make me feel a lot safer. "I cleaned out the cage back at the station before I left. I dropped the bag in Atlanta when I got swarmed, it's just sitting there on the street, waiting to be picked up."

"Ammo?" Shane asked, seeming to be coming around to this dangerous idea. The guns really changed things, which was understandable.

"700 rounds, assorted." Rick replied, causing Shane to suck in a deep breath.

"You went through hell to find us." Lori began to speak up again, still not happy about any of this. "You just got here and you're gonna turn around and leave?"

"Dad, I don't want you to go." Carl said sadly, making me feel so bad about even thinking they should go in the first place. I mean, I really didn't want Glenn to go either, but Carl had thought his dad was dead for months, but here he was, alive and well. And now he was going back out there, not knowing if he would ever come back. It would absolutely break Carl if he had to mourn that loss again.

Rick looked over, almost looking annoyed. Not at Lori, but at this impossible decision that he was battling with in his head. Leave his family that he had just returned to? Or leave this man to die on a roof.

"To hell with the guns." Lori continued, definitely making it harder on Rick. "Shane is right. Merle Dixon? He's not worth one of your lives, even with guns thrown in." She stood as Rick walked over to her. "Tell me. Make me understand."

"I owe a debt to a man I met and his little boy." Rick began to explain, to which Lori motioned towards the little boy sitting right next to her, their son. He understood, but continued. "Lori, if they hadn't taken me in, I'd have died. It's because of them that I made it back to you at all. They said they'd follow me to Atlanta. They'll walk into the same trap I did if I don't warn them."

"What's stopping you?" Lori spoke softly, meeting Rick's eyes with her own.

"The walkie-talkie, the one in the bad I dropped." Rick brought the attention back to the bag, giving more weight to it's importance. Now he wasn't just helping one man, he was helping another and his son. "He's got the other one, our plan was to connect when they got closer."

"These are our walkies?" Shane asked, sitting down, taking in all of this information.

"Yeah." Rick drew the word out, his hand resting on his hip.

"So use the C.B.. What's wrong with that?" Andrea suggested.

"The C.B.'s fine." Shane replied. "It's the walkies that suck to crap. Date back to the 70's, don't match any other bandwidth, not even the scanners in our cars."

I looked back over at Rick who was staring at his wife, pleading with his eyes. "I need that bag." She didn't respond. Rick walked away from where he stood in front of Lori and made his way over to where me and Carl were sitting, leaning down to Carl's level. "Okay?"

He stared up at his dad and I could tell he was containing his sadness. He just nodded his head in response. I felt horrible for him. He had to be without his father once again, not knowing when or if he would ever come back. Carl had so much strength. I would've been in tears.

With that, the men began to get ready to go save Merle and retrieve the bag.