"Poor thing, look, mijo, she's so skinny!"

"Abuela. She may need some space."

"Una cosita tan bonita. ¡Y ella también es soltera!" (Such a pretty little thing. And she's single!)

"Abuela!"

"What the hell is this?" Rick's familiar voice echoed through the room. I cracked my eyes open a bit, seeing a ceiling. I groaned softly, trying to get a better grip on my surroundings.

"I thought you were getting eaten by dogs man!" T-dog bellowed.

"Where's smartchick?" Daryl demanded from somewhere. I blinked hard, clearing the dancing spots and fatigue before slowly sitting up. Obviously, it wasn't slow enough since everything was still hurting, and I fell back. "Where is she? Where the hell is she?"

"Hey," I let out a hoarse response from the bed I was laying down on. It looked like I was in a nursing home of some sort, on the bed. Thundering footsteps ran over to me, and a group of familiar faces appeared.

"Arlynn," Rick breathed, shoulders sagging a bit in relief. "You're okay?"

"What did you guys do to her?" Daryl whirled around, demanding.

T-dog let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head at me. "I thought you were getting tortured."

"She got beat up in the alley and knocked her head against something," Glenn piped up from my right.

"You beat up a girl?!" Daryl exploded, lunging at Felipe and throwing a good punch in.

"She beat us up," he weakly defended himself.

"Felipe!" the old woman whose voice I had heard scolded. "Manners!"

"Abuela! It wasn't even me, it was-"

"It doesn't matter, mi mijo." The scowling woman turned to me again, a smile immediately replacing the scowl. "Now then, what is your name?"

"Uh, Arlynn," I stammered, not knowing whether to be grateful or terrified. Probably both?

"Arlynn? What a strange and unique name," she commented softly as Rick angrily went up to another man who seemed to be the leader, the two walking out. Rick caught my eye before he disappeared, enough for me to give a weak smile. I focused on the lady again who was giving me some kind of soup. I thanked her, taking it and eating it slowly and precautiously. One can never be too cautious around drinks and food.

"I get that a lot," I smiled, the soup warming my mouth and throat. It was just so goood!

"So are you single?"

I coughed violently, choking on the soup. T-dog, who was the closest to me since the others had dispersed into exploring, ran over, pounding my back. Glenn appeared out of nowhere again, followed by Daryl.

"Are you okay? Do you need water? Arlynn. ARE YOU OKAY?" Glenn demanded.

"I'm fine, I just inhaled some saliva," I waved him away, grinning in embarrassment. I nodded my head in thanks to T-dog. Rick appeared just then, gesturing for us to join him outside. I thanked the old lady, getting up slowly as blood rushed to my head and the adrenaline wore off.

"Wait! Bonita! You never answered my question," the lady reminded me with a shout in front of the nursing home, a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes, I am," I grinned, shaking my head a little at her curiosity. She grinned before her grandson, Felipe, appeared by the door again, guiding her back inside. He nodded at me in apology and acknowledgment, something I returned.

"You're a what?" Daryl asked, curiosity winning over his cold exterior.

"A superstar who actually went missing years ago and is now an undercover badass agent," I grinned, winking at him. He huffed, rolling his eyes while scowling.

"It would explain why you're annoying."

"Hey! You take that back!"

"Or what? Ya gonna sing me to death?" Daryl's lip twitched a bit even though the rest of his demeanor was grumpy.

"Riiiickk, Ryllie's being a meanie again," I whined mockingly.

Daryl furrowed his brows. "Ryllie?"

"Your nickname, ya doofus."

We finally walked out, Rick with a shrunk bag of guns in his hand.

"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat," Glenn teased Rick with a grin.

"Don't tell anybody," Rick grinned a humorous twinkle in his eye.

Daryl growled a bit next to us. "You gave away nearly half our guns and ammo."

"Not nearly half," Rick became more serious.

"For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long you think they got?" Daryl argued angrily.

"How long do any of us?" Rick reasoned, glancing at us.

"Five months," I quipped, quirking my lips up. "Five months is all we have left now."

"Oh my God," Glenn stopped abruptly in front of me, making me bump into him.

"I know right? I surprise myself a lot too," I snickered until Glenn shifted his body so I could see what he was looking at.

"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl demanded, looking around.

"We left it right there. Who would take it?" Glenn practically ripped his hair out in frustration.

"Merle." Rick muttered, looking at the tracks left on the ground.

"He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." Daryl exchanged looks with Rick and the others.

"Revenge is sweet, they say," I muttered.