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Danny's POV

We checked all the doors to the warehouse to make sure they were shut and that they were all locked. We aren't going to bother checking it out this evening, we need some rest first. Most of us are currently sitting around a very small fire that's being used to cook some food.

I look at everyone as they sit chatting and sometimes even laughing. They're all tired and I know they're all still freaked out by what happened earlier, I definitely am. Now we're away from there and have won, the adrenaline is gone and I can't stop thinking about how badly it could have gone. I can't believe not a single person is injured. There were bullets flying everywhere and they could have clipped any single one of them and then that would have been it. I would have failed them.

I could have let them have Sean, I didn't know him so what should have it mattered to me; And I could have given them all of our stuff to make sure that we all survived but that just seemed too much like giving up, it felt like letting them down. At the time I was so glad I am in charge and am able to make these decisions but sitting here now I can't help but think that maybe it would be easier to just let someone else do it. Let that person have all the responsibility.

I look across the fire at Eugene who is clearly flirting with Tara. Maybe Abrahams right. Maybe I take people in too willy nilly. Should I just stick to the amount of people we have, I mean there's already a lot of people to look after. If I keep adding to it will it get too much? I never would have thought that within the space of two months we'd go from a group of five to a group of twenty four.

A hand lands on my arm causing me to jerk a little in shock as it pulls me out of my thoughts. I look at Sasha who's sitting next to me.

"Are you okay?" She whispers. I nod but she frowns, not believing the gesture. "Everything you did today got us all here so whatever you're thinking about, you're wrong".

Either she can read minds or I wasn't masking the worry on my face like I thought I was. "What if it had gone differently, somebody could have been hurt".

"But they weren't, we're all here."

I cast a quick glance at her brother sitting on her other side. "What if Tyreese had gotten hurt, would you still be saying that?"

She smiles softly. "But he didn't, and you want to know why neither he nor anyone else got hurt". I don't immediately nod because part of me doesn't want to hear her say it. "It's because people have a lot of trust and faith in you. We're new here but we've immediately worked out how to work with you all. We know who needs protecting and who we let take the lead. We're the back up".

"You're not…"

"I'm not saying it as a bad thing. You take the lead and we watch your back and those that need help. It's a system that has clearly worked for you and we will keep doing it. Abraham came charging past us back there, if Merle hadn't stopped him things could have gone bad. That Asshole in charge, he had a rapport with you and he wasn't interested in any other person that was there". She leans back to lean on her hands. "I think this is how all of this is working. You look so friendly, kind and caring. It's like people don't know how to be mean to you and once you start talking they're interested in what you have to say. Don't get me wrong he still wanted everything he'd asked for but he was being polite, in his own weird way."

I let out a scoff. "I don't think everyone thinks that". I can think of at least two people that I've never had a decent conversation with. The Sheriff and his son.

"You mean", She pauses as she tries to remember his name. "Rick. We saw that and we've heard about it but that's just one man who as far as I'm aware was coming undone at the seams. What he had was a different kind of crazy and I hear you used to argue with him but when it comes to people like that Joe, you didn't argue. You remained calm and tried to stay as polite as humanly possible". Sasha chuckles again. "You know if you'd been around when we first turned up at the prison you probably would have gotten us to stay, instead we had Daryl and Merle. And no offence but they looked rough as hell and do not come across as friendly when you first meet them."

"No offence taken. You aren't the first people to say that. They try, it just doesn't always work out for them".

"But I do see them differently now, they will protect what's theirs and I've seen you argue with Merle enough to know that he has a limit but it's a high limit".

Eugene's laugh comes out a little too loud causing a few people to jump at the sound. Tara shushes him.

Sasha sits back up and leans in closer to me. "You believe he can actually stop this?"

"I don't know. I know Abraham seems to really believe it but then again he could just be a really good actor. What I don't understand is why Eugene? How is he still out here after all this time? Surely if he was the only one that could stop this he'd already be in Washington."

"I want to believe him, to have him be able to fix everything so we don't have to live in fear anymore. And to be a part of the team that got him there but he's way too secretive. He doesn't have to tell us everything but surely he could give us something. Something that would put our minds at ease". She jerks her head a little in his direction. "Maybe you could give it a try". She then smirks at me.

I scrunch my nose up at her. "I knew you would say that". And I did, as soon as she mentioned his name I knew it would come to this. "Fine".

I take in a very deep breath and let it out slowly. "Eugene?"

His attention snaps onto me and the smile he was wearing is immediately gone. "Yes?"

"We want to get you to Washington, you've seen how bad it is out here and what we can do to make sure you get there but I'm not putting any of these people's lives on the line for you without some sort of guarantee that what you've told us is true. We need something, anything."

"You don't have to Eugene", Rosita tells him.

"I think you do, you want our help and this is the only way you are going to get it". I tell him.

"He doesn't have to tell you anything", Abraham says from behind me but I completely ignore him and just keep staring at a very uncomfortable Eugene.

He's playing with his fingers in his lap, his shoulders are all hunched over and he's looking everywhere but me.

"I do", He finally says. He squares his shoulders and finally looks at me with a spur of confidence. "I was part of a ten person team at the human Genome project to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Pathogenic microorganisms with pathogenic microorganisms. Fire with fire. Interdepartmental drinks were had, relationships made, information shared. I am keenly aware of all the details behind fail-safe delivery systems to kill every living person on this planet. I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in D.C. we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one. Fire with fire".

I nod slowly, Okay, I didn't understand every word that he said but I understood enough. "Thank you, tomorrow we start again". I turn my head to look behind me to find Daryl. He's standing about ten feet away with Riley attached to his back, asleep, and he's looking right at me. He jerks his head telling me to come over.

As soon as I get within arms reach of him he grabs my hand and pulls me after him as he walks around to the other side of the cars. He stops and pulls me around him until my back is against the car.

"Wha…"

He cuts me off by placing a hand against my neck and then attaching his lips to mine.

I don't know how long he kisses me for but suddenly he pulls back with a wince and puts a finger against the cut on his lip, which is now bleeding again. I knock his hand away and use the cuff of my hoodie to try and stem the bleeding.

"What was that for?" I ask him.

"I've wanted to do that since you stepped out of the trees".

I smile up at him, "well maybe you should wait until these cuts have healed".

"Not a chance".

"Michonne", I look at some of the new members of the group trying to decide which one should go with her. I land on Heather but the fear on her face is very obvious, I can't force her to go inside this warehouse, not if she's not up for it. "If you take Karen". Michonne nods and Karen smiles to let me know she's okay with it.

"Maggie you take Trevor, Glenn you'll be with Fred and I'll have Axel". At the mention of Axel's name he jumps to his feet wearing a huge grin.

"Ready when you are Ma'am". Enthusiasm, I like it but I also have no idea how he has it all the time.

"You guys sure you don't need my help", Abraham says for the fifth time in the space of ten minutes.

"We'll be fine, but thanks anyway", I tell him. Him and Daryl opened one of the doors to this warehouse hours ago. Noise was made every five minutes to try and draw out whatever was in there. Six Walkers appeared over that time so if there's any more left in there then they're probably stuck. This place isn't very big at all and we don't even know what sort of things are inside. All we know is it's a distribution company, the lorries that are around the other side of the car park are empty so that didn't help us.

After everyone gets their weapons we make our way over to the door. Karen and Fred both said they've never fired a gun before so they haven't been given one. Everyone else has one but it isn't to be our primary weapon because we went through a lot of bullets yesterday.

I press a kiss against Riley's head. "Be careful. Shout if you need anything", Daryl tells me.

"Urm", Eugene pipes up from the back of the little group that has gathered. "We have walkie talkies in our possession if you would like them."

"If you don't mind", Eugene runs off to go get them, when he gets back he turns one on and hands it to me. "Thank you". He hands the other one to Daryl. I attach it to the strap of my bat holder. "If I press the button and don't say anything it means I need help."

"Okay" Daryl replies.

"Also if I scream help then that means I need help to".

"Got it. You sure you're alrigh' to go in there? It's dark". I give him a tight lipped smile and nod my head.

"Can't be worse than the tombs back at the prison, right?"

"Let's hope not", he chuckles.

For those that have forgotten, because I know how easy it is to forget, Trevor, Karen, Heather and Fred are some of the people from that group that came from Woodbury.