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Callie's PoV

They walk back to the rail, where everyone was waiting.

"Oh god, they're back!" Glenn announces and their faces fall when they didn't see the little girl with them.

"You didn't find her." Carol cries.

"Her trail went cold. We'll pick it up again at first light." Rick tells her.

The others haven't noticed Callie yet, which she was grateful for because she was covered in a lot of blood. They would think of the worse.

"You can't leave my daughter out there on her own to spend the night alone in the woods." Carol sobs.

"Out in the dark's no good. We'd just be tripping over ourselves. More people get lost." Daryl tells her.

"But she's 12. She can't be out there on her own. You didn't find anything?" Carol cries, looking at Rick.

"I know this is hard. But I'm asking you not to panic. We know she was out there." Rick calms her down.

Daryl adds in. "And we tracked her for a while."

"We have to make this an organised effort. Daryl knows the woods better than anybody. I've asked him to oversee this." Rick says.

"Callie!" Amy cries out and that's when everyone is looking at her, their faces going white when seeing all the blood. Amy looks at her wide eyed.

"Oh my god. Wha-

"Nothing like that." Callie interrupts the woman. "I had to draw walkers away from Sophia and Amy." She explains to the mother.

Carol looks at Daryl and notices the blood. "Is that blood?" She asks, breathing heavily. He looks at Rick for an answer.

"We took down a walker."

As soon as those words were out there, Carol started freaking out. "Walker? Oh my god."

"There was no sign of it anywhere near Sophia." Rick tells her, keeping her calm.

Andrea narrows her eyes at him, confused. "How can you know that?"

Rick, Daryl and Callie looked at each other for a moment. A silent conversation between them. Do we?

Daryl takes a step forward. "We cut the son of a bitch open. Made sure."

At that, everyone pulled disgusted faces.

"Oh god." Carol collapses on the rail, and Lori sits down next to her, comforting her. "How could you just leave her out there to begin with? Both of you?" She snaps, looking at Rick and Callie. "How could you just leave her?" Carol sneers at them.

"Those four walkers were on us. We had to draw them off separately. It was her best chance." Rick tells her.

Amy steps forward. "It wasn't their fault. It was mi-

"Amy." Andrea snaps at her sister, and Amy falls quiet.

"Sounds like they didn't have a choice, Carol." Shane tells the woman, dejectedly. Not helping at all.

"How was she suppose to find her way back on her own? She's just a child. She's just a child." Carol sobs.

"It was my only option. The only choice I could make." Rick tells her, no pleads with her to understand.

"I'm sure nobody doubts that." Shane mutters.

Carol doubts that.

"My little girl got left in the woods." Carol sobs.

Josie is watching on, a hand to her mouth, crying. Everyone is staying silent, clearly blaming the pair for the ordeal.

Callie watches as Rick walks away and she realises that no one is following him. Not even his wife, Lori. She sighs and walks away, can feel Carol's glare in her back as she walks.

It was my fault. She should've stayed with me.

"It wasn't your fault." She tells Rick, who was leaning against a car.

"It wasn't yours either." He repeats and she scoffs.

"Then it wasn't both of ours then." She says but doesn't believe her own words. And clearly Rick doesn't either.

They hear footsteps and they see Jeremy come into their view. "It wasn't your fault. The both of you. You guys can't predict every little thing that could happen." Jeremy points out to them.

"What are you doing here?" Callie asks him.

"Want to check if you both were alright. Especially with what just happened. Not gonna be easy." He says and she smiles at him.

"Thanks, Jere."

Rick sets down an arsenal of manly weapons on top of a hood of a car. "Everybody takes a weapon." Rick orders.

"These aren't the kind of weapons we need. What about the guns?" Andrea asks, her face stern.

"Haven't we been over that? Daryl, Rick, Jeremy, Callie and I are carrying. We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles." Shane explains to her.

"It's not the trees I'm worried about." Andrea mutters darkly.

"Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it's game over for all of us. So you need to get over it." Shane tells her.

"I'm staying here, with Maya. Connor is going with you." Josie tells Shane and he nods his head.

Callie knew that Tabby is staying with T-Dog, just in case. She sewed up his arm without any antibiotics, it could get bad real quick.

Connor grabs a knife from the set, and Callie watches as Lori nearly has a fit over it.

"The idea is to take the creek about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side. Chances are she'll be by the creek. It's her only landmark." Daryl informs everyone.

"Stay quiet and stay sharp. Keep space between you but always stay within sight of each other." Rick orders everyone.

Shane looks at everyone. "Everyone assemble your packs."

"Dale, keep on those repairs. We've got to get this RV ready to move." Rick let's him know.

"We won't stay here a minute longer than we have to. Good luck out there. Bring Sophia back."

"Keep an eye on Carl while we're gone." Rick tells the old man.

"I'm going with you. You need people, right? To cover as much ground as possible." Carl points out to his father.

Rick groans and looks at Lori.

"Your call. I can't always be the bad guy."

Callie walks past them and into the RV, where Tabby was checking T-Dog's arm.

"How are you, T?" Callie asks.

He grimaces and then smiles warmly. "I'm fine. Go look for Sophia."

Tabby gets up and walks right next to Callie. "His arm is not looking so good. I need the medicine to help him. It's been sewed but without the proper care, he's-." She stops herself from saying anymore and Callie knew what that meant.

He will die.

Callie nods her head and walks out of the RV, to an awkward conversation.

"No, Dale, you're doing it for you. You need to stop. What do you think's gonna happen? I'm gonna stick it in my mouth and pull the trigger the moment you hand it to me?" Andrea asks the old man.

"I know you're angry with me. That much is clear. But if I hadn't done what I did, you'd be dead now." Dale points out to her.

It was not your choice to make.

Andrea narrows her eyes at him in anger. "Jenner gave us an option. I chose to stay."

"You chose suicide." Dale argues.

"So what's that to you? You barely know me." Andrea bites.

"I know Aubrey's death devastated-

Andrea interrupts him. "Keep her out of this. This is not about Aubrey. This is about us. And if I decided that I had nothing left to live for, who the hell are you to tell me otherwise? To force my hand like that?"

"I saved your life." Dale says weakly.

"No, Dale. I saved yours. You forced that on me. I didn't want your blood on my hands and that is the only reason I left that building." Andrea says harshly and Callie looks at Amy when she said this, seeing the sadness on the girl's face, like she doesn't matter to her sister. "What did you expect? What, I'd have some kind of epiphany? Some life-affirming catharsis?" Andrea snaps.

"Maybe just a little gratitude." Dale mutters and Callie closes her eyes.

"Gratitude?" Andrea repeats, disbelief in her voice. "I wanted to die my way, not torn apart by drooling freaks. That was my choice. You took that away from, Dale."

"But-

"But you know better?" Andrea looks at him sadly. "All I wanted after my best friend died was to get out of this endless horrific nightmare we live every day. I wanted Amy to be in good hands. I wasn't hurting anyone else. You took my choice away from me, Dale. And you expect... gratitude?"

Dale stays silent for a moment. "I don't know what to say."

"I'm not your little girl. I'm not your wife. And I am sure as hell not your problem. That's all there is to say." Andrea tells her sternly before walking off, without her gun. Andrea does make eye contact with Amy, realising what she said out of anger and frustration but carries on walking.

Everyone else follows. A hand stops Callie from leaving.

"Be careful." Josie tells her and she nods at her.

They have been walking for a while before they saw the first sign of someone. A tent.

"She could be in there." Shane says hopeful.

"Could be a bunch of things in there." Daryl mutters realistically.

"We need to be cautious." Callie tells them and they nod in agreement.

They creep forward.

"Carol. Call out softly. If she's in there, yours is the first voice she should hear." Rick tells Carol who nods her head.

Shane, Daryl, Callie and Rick were by the entrance.

"Sophia? Sweetie? Are you in there?" Carol calls out. "Sophia? It's mommy. Sophia. We're all here baby. It's mommy."

There was no answer and Callie grips the edge of the tent.

Daryl unzips the tent and the smell that hits them was rancid. It makes them gag at the smell, while Daryl was unfazed and creeps into the tent.

"Daryl?" Carol asks, nervous. There was no answer. Oh god, was she in there? Dead?

Callie couldn't focus away from the smell, it was making her eyes water. Rick and Shane were coughing. Callie made eye contact with the others and they were afraid of the answer too, because the way they were reacting, it was like something was dead in there.

"Daryl?" Carol asks, a strength in her voice.

Daryl comes out of the tent. "It ain't her."

"What's in there?" Carol asks him.

Callie quickly zips the tent shut, cutting off they smell.

"Some guy. Did what Jenner said... opted out. Ain't that what he called it?" Daryl asks.

Amy looks away from Andrea.

That's when a sound rings out.

"Hey! Listen." Callie urges and the group falls silent.

"What is that?" Amy asks, looking at everyone.

Church bells.

What a good way to end it. A cliff hanger. Nearly to a point of Carl getting shot in the show. I remember watching that for the first time and was screaming. Let me know what you guys think about this chapter!