We saw the truck Rick was driving, whooping and hollering as we surpassed them in the car that was still ringing with music blasting around. We drove for a while, eventually quieting down so we don't draw the attention of a whole mob again. Not that we could help the whole beeping of the car siren. Soon after, Glenn pulled the car in next to an RV as I sheathed the machete that I had in case something happened. His cheery "Hello!" was ignored and responded to with a "Holy crap, turn that damned thing off!"

Glenn immediately made the face of a scolded puppy, protesting. "I don't know how!"

While they figured that out, I got out of the passenger seat, shutting the door shut quietly before taking in my surroundings. It was obvious I was in a camp of some sort, people milling around. Children that were playing with something had halted, staring at the car with wonder mixed with anxiety. It made me wince a bit for their sake.

Children shouldn't have to be scared about making a ruckus.

Something about the camp gave off a homely feeling even though it was in the smack middle of the woods in a nice clearing. In the corner of my eye, I saw the truck pull up, waiting with bated breath as the passenger's door flew open, my younger brother running toward me. I simply spread my arms wide open as he tackled me around the waist, burying his face in my shirt.

"I was worried and you were laughing," Rennie pouted, obviously a bit miffed. I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face as I crouched down before pinching his cheek.

"What'd I say, hm?"

"'I'll be back after slaughtering them Cho style, Scout'," he recited.

I grinned further, ruffling his hair "I never gave you a reason to doubt me now, did I?"

A young boy's cries distracted me as I looked up to see the sheriff weep, giving a small boy a kiss on his cheek before hugging him and a woman who seemed to be his wife. The family reunion brought a pang to my heart, making me wish that my older brother was also alive like the cop was, searching desperately for us like he promised he would. The feeling of not knowing what had happened to him was the worst feeling ever.

"Arlynn! Rennie!" a familiar voice called out from near the truck as heads whipped around to stare at the guy who I thought had been a lost cause.

"Ben!" Ren shouted, obviously elated to see good old Ben again. The guy ran over to us, dropping everything he had including his backpack to get to us faster. He hugged the kid, lifting him up and going around in a circle before setting him on his feet. He then proceeded to tackle me, squeezing the life out of me. After a moment, I hugged him back firmly with relief filling my veins before we separated from each other. He still held me at arm's length, surveying my bloody face. He gently poked and prodded at something before I winced in pain.

He frowned immediately. "I leave you for a minute and you get hurt?"

"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me," my grin became a death glare in a split second before I boxed his ears, making the grown man jump a good few feet in the air in pain and surprise.

"What was that for?!" Ben yelped, rubbing the painful area quickly.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because you left me for a few hours after making the stupidest decision without talking it over!" I snapped, Rennie nodding furiously next to me with his arms crossed.

"Yeah!"

"I did talk it over!" Ben argued whiningly. "Remember the hand signs?"

"You mean when you flailed about like you were trying to catch a fly and kill it?"

"Yeah! It made no sense at all!"

"How did it not make sense? And even so, at least I found you guys again!"

Smack!

"OW! JESUS, LADY!"

"We thought you had died!"

"We thought you were a complete goner!" Rennie added helpfully

"But I'm not dead! I'm fine and I'm walking and I'm breathing like those zombs out there-" Ben halted abruptly realizing what he was saying.

Ren simply raised an eyebrow. "You do know that those things out there are dead and technically can't really breathe?"

Ben sighed resignedly, lowering his head. "I-... yeah… "

Thwack!

"Ow! I deserved that… you can smack me all you want…"

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be getting more than smacks-"

"Lynnie! Innocent ears here-"

"Wait wait, please not the stick-"

"-I'll shucking kill you and-"

"-that I'd rather keep pure-"

"-anything but the stick! I'll do anything just-"

"-burn your ashes and burn those and then-"

"-and not know about my big sister's murder plan, no, thank you. Oh shit, she has the stick-"

"-please, woman, not the stick! No no no why are you taking your shoe off-"

"-spray those ashes in a cup of water before burning that-"

"-run! RUN BEN RUN! She's totally gonna kill you-"

"OH FUCK-"

"-and where do you think you're going?! GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-"

In the background, Dale turned back to Glenn, chuckling. "You certainly picked up a fierce tiger."

Glenn simply watched the scene unfold, watching amusedly as the injured girl drew her right hand back and chucked her combat boot at the back of the twenty-two-year-old man as the younger brother cheered her on while taunting the adult. "She's not all scary. She's actually really sweet and caring from what I've seen."

"Say what you want, Glenn. All I see is a terrifying young woman with the ability to make anything near her a weapon," Morales joined the playful commentary before they all winced as a yelp sounded through the clearing from the dull thunk the shoe made as it hit its target. The evidently oldest fell to the ground with a thud, scrambling away from the raging girl in vain. It was funny for the other campmates to watch as the 5'9-ish adult cowered beneath the 5'2 girl. The girl let out a huff of triumph while the man shrieked as she successfully pinned him down, the younger boy cheering on and making his own soundtracks with sound effects.