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I'll Keep You Alive If You Show Me The Way

Chapter 55: Isolate the Infected

I fought to open my eyes early in the morning. Daryl's chest fell under me, then rose softly again. I glanced at him to see that he was asleep. I could hear Sam barking loudly outside. I held my breath and climbed out of bed trying not to wake Daryl. I got dressed quickly and went down stairs. Rick held baby Judith in his arms, looking down at her dotingly. I smiled at him when he looked up.

"How's she getting along?"

"Fine, she's perfect,"he replied. "Thank God."

Beth came out of her cell and took her, so Rick could go work in the garden. I walked out with him, knowing Carol was probably cooking outside again.

"You gonna eat, Rick?" I asked.

He shook his head, mumbling about vegetables. I left him alone and sat down with Finn and Charlotte. It was a peaceful, sleepy morning. Very few people were awake yet, the majority getting sleep in. Charlotte was coloring in a coloring book that Anna had given her. Crayons
were scattered across the table. She had her head down, concentrating on staying in the lines. Finn watched his daughter contently. I rubbed my eyes and yawned loudly.

"Where is everyone this morning?" I asked.

I hadn't stopped to think where our little group slept. Both cell blocks were full.

"Nate's in his office again. Colin and Dave are sleeping in the old RV we found,"he answered, looking up from his daughter.

The RV was useless as a vehicle but you could still cook and sleep inside of it.

"Anna found the chapel yesterday and hasn't left it,"Finn said, his voice wavering with worry.

"Do you think I should say something to her?"

"No, no... there's no harm in it."

"No harm yet,"I mumbled.

He frowned and looked back to Charlotte's page. I watched Michonne lead her horse out of the pen. Leaving again, I guessed. Daryl told me she was looking for the Governor. I didn't know how I felt about that. Carol came over and placed a plate in front of me.

"Thanks, Carol!"

"No problem, sweetie."

I heard Sam barking yet again, louder this time. I rolled my eyes and whistled. He bounded over followed by two of the younger dogs.

"Shut up you, you'll wake the whole prison,"I said, throwing him some of my food.

He ignored it and barked up at my face. He walked away from me, then looked back and let a low howl out of him again. I got to my feet slowly. The scratching of Charlotte's crayon ceased. Herself, Finn and Carol all watched with curiosity. I shook my head not believing what I thought was happening. Nevertheless, I checked my gun was loaded and headed to cellblock D.

"If I'm not back in five... panic!"

I shoved the door open and hurried inside, Sam at my heels. My heart throbbed hearing the familiar growls of walkers. I swore under my breath, hearing the absolute panic inside. I signaled for Sam to sit. I marched into the cellblock and fired a shot at one walker limping towards two young girl.

"GO AND GET HELP!" I ordered.

I fired more shots, causing Sam to yelp and snarl. My mind constricted itself with panic. What if the others didn't come in time? I took a deep breath and moved into the room, trying to get closer to the living. The gun in my hand made the dreadful empty noise. I patted my pockets for bullets but didn't have any. Three walkers dragged themselves towards me. I leaned against the wall and aimed the sole of my foot at their chests. With one powerful kick I knocked one backwards. I watched it stumble and crack its head against the floor. Then a familiar arrow plunged through its skull.

Daryl barreled into the room, followed by Glenn who tossed me a gun. I shot down the two walkers staggering towards me. I grabbed someone who I believed
to be alive and pushed them towards the door. They called out for a family member or friend as I shoved them out.

"Run you idiot!" I hissed.

"ARE WE CLEAR DOWN HERE?!" Rick bellowed beside me, making me jump.

I followed him up the stairs after Daryl. Daryl shot the last walker, Patrick. We caught our breath and looked around the block. I felt Daryl's eyes dig into my skin. I pretended I didn't notice the glare and handed Glenn back his gun. Rick placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. He nodded thanks at me and we started to check the cells individually. I headed towards the stairs. Carol stood outside one of the blocks with her hand clasped to her mouth. I walked over to her, careful not to fall over any of the bodies.

"He's bit at the back of his head," she told me, her voice shaking.

"You gotta do what you gotta do,"I replied, shrugging my shoulders ever so slightly.

"Will you go and find his daughters? I think they were outside. Lizzie and Mika."

"Lizzie and Mika, okay, got it."

I left her and hurried outside. The group from the block were huddling together, holding each other and crying. They all turned with eyes full of shock when I walked out. I cleared my throat.

"Lizzie and Mika?" I called.

Everyone stared expressionless at me then turned to the two girls whom I had rescued earlier. I opened the door and gestured for them to go inside. I led the way back to their cell block. I told Carol they were there and she let them in. I quickly signaled to Carol that I was just outside the cell. I leaned against the wall and tried not to listen to their conversation. Luckily, I couldn't because Daryl was walking down the stairs. He sauntered over to me.

"No bite, no wounds. Jus' turned. Dr. S. thinks it's a bug a some sort," he told me as he grew nearer.

I folded my arms and nodded.

"Could be on anyone in here now,"he mumbled.

He started walking out of the block. I forgot about Carol, she could handle everything by herself.

"Where are you going?" I asked.


"Are you mad at me? ... again?"


"You are."

He stopped and turned to face me.

"I'm jus' wonderin' what y'doin' runnin' in there by y'self!" he snapped.

I gawped at him in disbelief. Did he seriously think I was unable to do anything for myself?

"If I hadn't have gone in straight away, there would be more dead. And we would be standing in this same hallway right now and you would be saying: 'Dammit Leigh why di'n't ya jus' go in 'n' do somethin'?! ' "

Unfortunately, I was terrified of Daryl. I was scared that I would lose him and I was afraid when he was angry. However, recently, he doesn't yell at me, shove me or call me names, he just goes quiet and gives me a look. I wasn't sure which I was more afraid of, quiet Daryl or outraged Daryl. No matter how many times I piss him off I never seem to learn NOT to annoy him. I couldn't help myself. Right now, it was quiet Daryl. He glared at me, before turning towards the library. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and followed him. I sat down quietly,clasping my hands together. Daryl swung a chair in beside me and sat facing the back of it. He placed his arms on top of it and rested his head. He looked over at me as the others came in. For some strange reason, I was nervous. I bit my nails and stared at the table.

"We'll have to separate everyone who has been exposed," Carol was saying.

"Tha's everyone in tha' cellblock, all'v us. Maybe more," Daryl pointed out.

I listened to them talk more about what to do next, where the people from block D would live next. Everyone stopped what they were doing. Someone was coughing. They all got to their feet and hurried towards whoever it was. I eventually followed. It was Karen who was accompanied by Tyreese. Hershel was telling her not to go into the cellblock where Judith was. He explained that this was a virus and that anyone could be sick.

"I'll go bury the dead ones," Daryl muttered, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder.

"Wear gloves and a mask."

"I'll help," I offered.
"Naw, y'stay 'nd make y'self useful," he said, walking away from me. Once he rounded the corner I turned to Carol. I raised my arms.

"What the hell?!"

Suddenly, Daryl was back, his eyes on Carol.

"You alright?" he asked.

Carol glanced at me as I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Worried about Lizzie and Mika, they were around Patrick."

"We all were."

"Are you okay?"

Carol followed his gaze to me.

"Uh hmm, gotta be."

Then, he left. My mouth moved silently as I tried to form words.

"Child," I blurted out. "He's a child! What... What the hell did I DO?! UGH!"

I rubbed my temples in frustration. Carol placed her hand on my back, trying to comfort me.

"I don't know why he hates me so damn much! I can't do anything right according to him! I am just... I can't live in this place like this. Does he want me to sit around baking cake? If I did it'd probably be the wrong damn flavour! Fuck this!"

"Okay, Harleigh, you have to calm down. Don't wear yourself out."

I ignored her and walked out, clenching my fist. I followed the corridor until I saw a sign for the chapel. I went to open the door to find it jammed.


I heard about five bolts being tugged back. She peered out through the small opening in the door. I sighed angrily and shoved it open.

"So, did you even bother to see what was going on?" I snapped, plonking myself down on a wobbly pew.

"I'm not a hero, Harleigh," Anna mumbled.

I scowled and shook my head.

"And if we had all died, what? Would you have stayed here and prayed until your knees were worn to the bone?"

"Dunno," she said, quietly. I took a deep breath, I couldn't take my anger out on Anna.

"Anna, I'm sorry, but you have to hurry the hell up and adjust. You can't sit in here all day. Sure, you can come in the evenings or in he morning but we need people now. I need you to stop depending on others and realise you are in charge of your life."

"I'm not exactly though, am I? Walkers are in charge now."

"No, Anna. Since the dawn of mankind we've had to work our way around shit. I'm not sayin' you gotta go and crack skulls open. You can help Beth with Judith, or cook or sweep the damn floor. Just don't sit here waiting for some savior while the rest of us are out there getting chomped."

Anna dropped her eyes to the floor. She nodded slowly. I got to my feet.

"Also, Finn's worried sick about you," I muttered, leaving the room.

I shut the door behind me. There, that's one thing that has been annoying me out of the way. I walked outside to see Daryl and Rick sprinting towards the fence. The fence was bending inward and would soon collapse. Finn basically threw Charlotte at me before racing down with Colin to help the others. I stood with David and Nathan watching the scene before us.

"Too bad Daryl don't want our help," Nathan commented.

I sighed and shut my eyes. I took up pieces of Charlotte's hair and concentrated on plaiting it. Daryl and Rick were now hurrying up the yard.

"Ya comin' or what?!" Daryl yelled at me.

I rolled my eyes shaking my head. Nathan and David took over watch of Charlotte. I shook my head following Daryl and Rick to one of the trucks.

"Leigh, I need you to watch my back ok," Rick said to me.

He jumped onto the back. I nodded and turned to get my bow.

"Wait," Daryl said.

He swung his crossbow off his shoulder and held it up for me.

" 'Member how ta use it?"

"Yes," I replied shortly.

I didn't look at him as I snatched it. I hopped onto the back of the truck with Rick. Daryl drove us down to the pigpen and we loaded the pigs into the box.

"They're infected, Leigh," Rick said, feeling the need to comfort me.

I didn't really care though. We needed those walkers away from our fence. Believe it or
not, I can actually survive without bacon. We fought them into the box. They were heavy and they wriggled and squealed in our grasp. Rick waved to Daryl and the truck started up. I crouched behind Rick and we sped towards the open gate. We gripped onto the box tightly as we bumped and rolled over the long grass.


I stood up and loaded the crossbow. The pig which Rick picked first squealed and screeched, squirming in his arms. Rick gave me one look and I nodded. He took out his knife and dragged the blade along the pig's tender pink skin. I dragged my eyes away from the pig and towards the advancing walkers.

"Go!" Rick yelled.

The truck jolted forward, nearly sending me down on my face. I steadied my footing, keeping me eyes on the walkers. Rick dropped the pig. The walkers were on it like vultures. However, more kept coming. So, we stopped again. Rick repeated the action the second time.

"Alright go!... go!"

I fired an arrow at one walker who was getting to close. I pulled another arrow out and reloaded. Reloading a crossbow was more difficult than my bow. I was
afraid my fingers would slip and it would hit Rick. Then I'd be done for. Rick tossed the pig out and leaned against the side of the truck. I crouched down and
placed my hand on his shoulder. He covered his eyes, shaking his head.

"It's all coming apart, Leigh," he murmured.

I said nothing, just patted his shoulder awkwardly. Daryl drove us back into the prison. I disarmed the bow and hopped down, passing it back to him. He took it and slung it over his shoulder. I turned my back on him and went inside. I quickly found myself sitting in the
library. My eyes scanned the shelves for any good books. I realised I had brought most of these books here from my runs. I kicked my feet up onto the table. I rubbed my forehead and sighed. I was aware of Daryl standing in the doorway.

"We gonna talk?"

"About what? You ignoring me or you not trusting me to look after myself?" I asked, not looking up.

"Ain't ignorin' ya, 'n' I do trust ya. Y'jus' do stupid stuff sometimes."

"What did I do today that was stupid?!" I snapped.

"Goin' int'a cell a walkers firstly."

"Saving stranger's asses firstly, you mean."

"Y'loaded th'crossbow wrong."

"I did not!"

"Ya did. Thought you was gonna dislocate y'shoulder."


I listened to the sound of his boots clunking across the floor. He sat down next to me. I leaned my elbow on the armrest and turned my attention to him.

"We lost a lot of people t'day, Leigh. People I knew. An' it sucks. How many times do I gotta tell ya y'my favorite,"he smirked.

I rewarded him with a small smile.

"Scared shitless, Leigh."

"I am too, but goddammit Daryl, least I have a little faith in you," I snapped.

"Y'right, sorry Leigh."

"Don't be sorry, it pisses me off."

He stared at me in confusion.

"Whaddiya wan' me to do? I thought y'wanted me to be sorry," he said, baffled.

"I dunno,"I shrugged.

He scowled at me.

"The hell, Leigh? Y'so damn confusin'."

"Uhh guys? Sorry to interrupt but we've got a problem."

We looked up to see Carol standing in the doorway. She looked extremely shocked and worried. She didn't stick around to wait for us. We got up and looked at each other.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the sky has fallen," I muttered to Daryl.

He rolled his eyes, smirking and led the way out. We slowed down coming to a trail of blood.

"Christ," Daryl whispered.
He took my hand in his. We found Rick leaning against the wall, running a hand down his face. He looked up hearing us coming. He gently shook his head and gestured to our hands. Daryl instantly released his grip and we followed Rick outside. My heartbeat quickened with horror.

Two bodies, close to being ashes lay side by side. I stood beside Daryl with my jaw hanging open. I went into a daze. I couldn't believe my eyes. Someone inside this prison was capable of doing this. I could hear Tyreese's voice far off in the background. I felt Daryl pull me away and he stood in front of me. I pulled myself back into the real world in time to see Ty slam Daryl into the gate. I grabbed hold of Ty's shirt in an attempt to pull him away. Daryl waved Rick, Carol and I off. Carol gripped my elbow and we stepped away.

"We're on the same side, man," Daryl said, calmly.

How the hell could he be so damn calm? I had my hand on my gun, prepared to shoot Tyreese in the skull.

"Hey, look, I know what you're goin' through. We've all lost some one," Rick tried to reason.

Carol tugged me away slowly. Next thing, Ty turns on Rick, yelling at him.

"She won't like you bein' like this."

Carol screeched while Ty swung his fist. Rick collapse onto the ground after the blow. I shook Carol off me. Both Daryl and I grabbed Tyreese in an attempt to restrain him.

"STOP!" Carol yelled.

I felt something hard smack off the side of my face. I landed on my back, winding myself. Carol was at my side within seconds. I sat up and caught Daryl's eye. I nodded slightly to tell him I was alright. I fought to regulate my breathing.

"Tha's enough!" Daryl snarled.

Rick was on his feet and coming at Tyreese. He belted him across the face. Daryl let go and this time tried to pull Rick away from Tyreese. I shoved Carol off of me and stood up.

"LET GO OF ME!" Rick bellowed.

He heaved Daryl off his back. I grabbed Daryl before he could fall over his own two feet. Rick stepped away from Tyreese, who lay in a pool of blood, crying. Rick looked down at his bloodied knuckles then back to me.

"Let's get you to Hershel," I said, quietly.

I let go of Daryl and led Rick into prison to find Hershel. I heard him stumble behind me, so I stopped. I watched him shake, staring at the blood on his hands.

"Rick? Are you alright?"

"No,"he murmured.

I stepped beside him and took his arm.

"You're going to be. We'll go to Hershel."

I left Rick with Hershel and hurried outside. Daryl was leaning against the wall. He looked up as I shut the door.

"Y'okay, Leigh?" Daryl asked, standing up straight.

"Fine," I shrugged.


I walked over to him. He slinked his arms around my waist and kissed my lips.

"That was scary," I whispered.

"Mmm. I'd do th'same."

I leaned my forehead against his chest, gripping his shirt.

"If you cough even once I'm gonna beat the shit outta you,"I told him.

I paused for a moment. I looked up at him with horror.


"You shook his hand!"


"Patrick! You shook his hand!"

"I'm fine, Leigh."

"Oh God," I muttered, burying my face in his chest again. He rested his chin on top of my head and held me closely. He pushed me away gently. He nodded at something behind me. I turned to face David and Nathan.

"Can we talk, Harleigh?" David asked.

His eyes landed on Daryl wearily. I nodded.

"Alone..." Nathan mumbled.

"Sure," I sighed.

I followed them to the RV. Finn, Anna and Colin sat inside, at the table. We crammed ourselves inside. I leaned against the sink. David and Nathan sat in the driver and passenger seats, turning them to face the group. I waited patiently for them to speak up and explained why they dragged me in here.

"We want to leave," Nathan bluntly said.

"Well," Colin frowned. "Not really."

"They're all damn infected, Harls!" David exclaimed.

I swiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

"I don't think we should leave. They need us," Finn said.

"We stay and we'll be in that damn cell!" Nathan snapped. "What about Charlotte? She's in danger here!"

"She's in danger everywhere, but here she has friends."

"Friends who're gonna turn and have her for breakfast," David argued.

"I don't wanna get sick," Nathan said, shaking his head.

"So you're just gonna abandon these people? The one's who took you in even though you're a big pain in the arse?!" Colin snarled.

I stared at my boots, waiting for them to shut up.

"And you, David, they took care of you!"

"And we paid them back for that."

"No. I did. Finn and me. We took down those maniacs, not you. You still owe them. I don't."
"This isn't about who we owe, it's about doing the right thing," Finn sighed.

"Fuck doin' the right thing. The right thing doesn't exist. It's survival of the fittest!" David yelled. "We need to get the hell outta here."

They stopped shouting, glaring at one another.

"We should stay and help," Anna said.

She had been staring out of the window the whole time. I stared at her.

"What?" Nathan asked, unsure if he heard her speak. She turned away from the window and looked at us.

"There is a right thing to do and that's to stay here and help."

Nathan looked at her with disbelief then turned to me.

"You don't think we should stay do you?"

"Why bother ask her? She can fight off the most dangerous illness there is!" David said, exasperated.

"Actually," Nathan said. "She might not be immune to this. This is something completely different. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I shrugged. David rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

"Anyways, it's not important whether or not I want to leave. We can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"There's been two murders."

Everyone stared up at me, their jaws slack.

"Karen and some other guy. They were sick. Someone took it upon themselves to end it."

"So... maybe we're ok?" Colin asked.

"No," Nathan sighed. "This is airborne."

"We're not leaving. Guys, second day we're here and this shit goes down and then we all just leave? Looks a bit... dodgy," I whispered.

"You don't think we had something to do with it do you?!" David asked, outraged.

"Someone inside is capable of doing this," Finn said, hanging his head.

"A cold blooded bastard," I whispered. "Tyreese wants whoever it is put down and I don't blame him."

"Yeah, there's still a chance we beat this," Anna nodded.

We fell silent for a moment. I sighed.

"If it's any of you guys. Just, fess up now. I'll deal with it..."

They all looked at one another. I guessed that meant it wasn't anyone here.

"Okay. So, we're staying but if anyone really does want to leave, you can. I can't stop you. So, hands up who wants to go. In all honesty."

David and Nathan raised their hands. I watched the other three for a few seconds.

"You guys willing to leave by yourselves? Just the two of you?" Colin asked, looking worried.

"Colin, c'mon. You don't care about these people," David mumbled.

"But I do," he shrugged. "If I can help then I'm going to."

Finn and Anna nodded with agreement. I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Nate, is there anyway my blood can help these people?"

"I wouldn't chance it," he replied, shaking his head.

Then he sighed.

"I'll stay..."

"Dude!" David yelled. He crossed his arms, scowling. "Guess I'm on my own then."

"C'mon Dave, don't be a moron," Colin said, rolling his eyes.

We watched as his face went through several different emotions. Finally, he agreed to stay.

"If shit really hits the fan, you guys can leave," I said.

"Not goin' anywhere withou'cha, Harls," Colin grinned, standing up.

"What's the plan, boss?" Finn asked.

"Gotta go outside,"I said.

I led my little group outside. I spotted Daryl walking towards us. He was rubbing the back of his head, looking at the ground as he walked over.

"So, what's happening?" Colin asked.

Daryl stopped walking.

"Putting the infected into quarantine. Glenn's in there."

"Glenn's sick?" I asked.

Daryl nodded.

"Jus' everyone's gettin' separated. Wha're you guys gonna do."

"We're staying. We're gonna help," Finn nodded.

"Leigh, I need ya t'come with me... it's important..."

I nodded.

"What will we do?" Colin asked.

They all waited for me to reply.

"Anna, go find Beth. Finn, help Rick. Colin and David, keep an eye on that fence... Nate, I need you to do whatever Hershel asks-"


"I don't care if he goes right into the middle of the infected. You go too. You're not weaker than an old man are you?"

"... No."

"Good. I'll talk to you guys later."

I took Daryl's hand and led me to the prison.

"Look atcha, bossin' 'em around."

I didn't reply. "What's goin' on, Daryl?"

He gripped my hand tightly.

"It's Sam, Leigh," Daryl replied.

My heart felt like it plummeted seven stories.

"Jay is with him, but he'll have to move with Hershel somewhere else."

"You think it's a good idea for them two to be put in a small space together," I joked, forcing a laugh.

Daryl didn't reply.

"What are we going to do?" I whispered.

"I'm taking a group out. Hersh's talkin' 'bout an animal clinic. He drew us a map. It's fifty miles."

"I'm coming too."

"Dunno 'bout that Leigh-"

"Jeez, Daryl. C'mon!"

"Hear me out. You're the only one here who has survived walker bites. Maybe you could go into the block and look after people."

"It doesn't work like that, Daryl. I could still catch it. Let me come with you."

"Alright," he pushed the door open and I hurried in.

Jay stood up and sighed.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he whispered.

He held out his arms and I hugged him. I felt tears prick the back of my eyes.

"Where is he?"

"We'll have to move 'em outside, pet," Jay said, leading me to Sam.

He lay in his basket, looking miserable. I sat down beside him and smoothed his fur. It was damp with sweat. I didn't want to cry. Sam was a dog. I couldn't cry when so many people had just died, but he was my best friend and I didn't care or know those people. Jay crouched down beside me, wincing with the pain in his leg. He wrapped his arm around my neck.

"He'll be ok, hon."

"No, he won't. Look at him. Even if we find medicine he'll be the last to get it."

Sam wagged his tail pathetically, looking up at me with big sad eyes.

"We should put him out of his misery now," I mumbled.

"No, Leigh. There's still time," Daryl said behind me. "We will have the medicine by the morning."

"Okay,"I whispered.

Daryl slammed the trunk of the car down. I leaned against it, staring at the ground.

"I'm so stupid,"I muttered.

"No, y'ain't Leigh. He's y'dog. A good dog."

He stood in front of me, looking down at me.

"Hey," he whispered.

He tilted my chin up to face him. He smiled at me. I made an effort to turn the corners of my mouth up.

"I miss having to worry about broken nails and split ends," I sighed.

Daryl grinned, chuckling. He kissed me softly, which I returned. I knotted my fingers
through his hair and pulled him as close to me as possible.

"Probably shouldn't be doin' this," I murmured against his lips.

"Who cares?" he replied, grabbing my face.

Someone cleared their throat. We jumped apart. I felt heat in my cheeks and knew I was blushing because Daryl laughed.

"We ready?" Bob asked, trying not to smirk.

"Nearly," Daryl said, wiping his mouth.

"Zach's car?"

"Yup. Fastest one we got."

Bob caught my eye. His smirk vanished and he seemed to shrink away.

"Y'alrigh'?" Daryl asked.

"You really want me coming along?"

Daryl held up a sheet of paper and asked him to pronounce something. I saw Tyreese coming and I stood up. I walked past Bob.

"He doesn't know," I whispered.

Bob hung his head. I nodded to Tyreese as I passed him by. I grabbed everything I needed and stuffed it into a backpack. I swung the bag onto my back. As I turned the corner I spotted Carol. She threw a bucket down onto the ground. I stopped walking and stared. She pushed the barrel of water over in her fit of rage. I ran over as water spilled out. I grabbed the barrel and helped her pick it up. Then she kicked the other part of the barrel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Carol, are you okay?"

She sat down and began to cry. I scratched my arm awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Eventually, I sat down next to her.

"Did Ty say something to you?"

"No," she sobbed.

She placed her head on my shoulder and I hugged her.

"It's okay," I said, dumbly.

Nothing was okay, but that's just what people wanted to hear. So, I said it.

"I gotta go. Okay?" I whispered.

"Be careful. Can't lose you too."

"You too, Carol," I mumbled.

I stood up and went back to Daryl and the car.

"C'mon, Leigh!" Daryl called from the driver seat.

I quickly glanced back at Carol, hesitating. Maybe I should stay here with her. Daryl blew the horn.

"Harleigh," Bob said, opening the door.

I sighed and slid in beside Ty. Bob climbed in after me and shut the door.

"Everything alright?" Michonne asked.

"Yeah," I muttered.

I watched the leaves on the road fly out of our way as we drove. No one had spoken since I had gotten into the car.

"Hey. I know you weren't runnin' off. Thing is, tha' trail wen' cold. Y'know that right?" Darylasked, breaking the silence.

He looked across at Michonne. She didn't look at him, just stared straight ahead.

"If it's any different, I'd be right out there with ya."

When she didn't reply for the second time he reached over and turned on the radio. Through the static, a voice came.

"Is that a voice?" Bob asked.

I snapped my eyes to the radio, as if that would help me hear. Daryl told him to shush.

"I don't trust that shit. Just like I didn't trust the first ones," I announced.

Daryl continued to turn dials to improve the connection.

"Colin burnt that place down this is different," Tyreese said. "Besides, we haven't got anything in months."

"Takes a few months to rebuild it."

All of a sudden I wanted to turn around, go back to Colin and Finn and tell them that they hadn't destroyed the White Coats. That they were still prowling around looking for victims. I glanced up from the dash to the windscreen.

"DARYL!" I shrieked.

The car swerved around the road, looping around straggling walkers. Daryl slammed his foot on the break. We stared at the large herd in front of us. There were so many, it reminded me of an ant infestation.

"Hold on!" Daryl ordered.

I grabbed the back of his chair. He reversed, throwing walkers off the car and running them into the road. All of a sudden the car stopped moving completely. I felt my pulse quickening as the wheels of the car seem to be stuck in mud. Walkers crowded around us, smacking their fists against the windows. I couldn't think over the chorus of growls and snarls or the roar of the engine, fighting to free itself from the corpses beneath us.

"Jammed up! We'll have to make a run for th'gaps righ' there!" Daryl yelled.

He turned to me, looking me in the eye.

"Make a run for the woods, don't stop for nothin' y'hear?!"

I nodded slowly. My shaking hands unbuckling my belt. Daryl slammed his hands onto the roof, popping the window up. He wriggled up and started shooting walkers. Michonne swung her door open, her katana waving. Daryl slid off the car taking down walkers as he went. I watched him anxiously whilst Bob fumbled with his belt.

"MOVE IT!" I bellowed at him.

He nodded and kept nodding, throwing the belt off of him and flinging the car door open. I followed him out, tugging my bag along behind me. I prepared my bow quickly, not having to thing about it. I covered Bob until I passed him, my eyes on the woods. I ran towards them, coming up beside Daryl.

We helped Bob get to us, but we spotted Ty, too far back. I tugged at Daryl's shirt and we began to run again. Daryl and I led the way through the trees. Branches snagged my clothes and crunched under my feet. I had a stitch in my side, but no matter how hard we pushed ourselves we weren't getting any further from the walkers. We ran through a clearing. I felt myself slow down.

"Hold up," Daryl said.

We all stopped, catching our breath.

"Harleigh, your shirt," Bob gasped.

I glanced down at my rib cage. The fabric there was damp with blood. I placed my palm on it. I winced and drew my hand away. I noticed the stain on my hand and felt weak. Michonne caught me before I could faint. I stared at my hands shakily.

"Dammit, my bite," I groaned.

Bob held up his gun, pointing it at my forehead.

"Hey! HEY HEY!" Daryl yelled, shoving the gun out of my face.

"She's bit!" Bob exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Daryl but-"

"She's immune!" Daryl snarled.

Bob's face fell and looked at me.

"Look, man, I know we've lost a lot of people, but we gotta do what we gotta do-"

"She's been bit three or four times!" Michonne said.

I held out my forearm to show him the white, fading scars on my skin. He stared in disbelief and lowered his gun. Bushes nearby shook. Daryl swung his crossbow upright. Before he could shot, one collapsed. I clutched to Michonne to keep myself upright. Tyreese stumbled through the trees. Daryl shot the second walker. He fell down onto his knees. Bob ran to him and helped him to his feet.

"Can you move, Leigh?!" Daryl asked.

I nodded weakly and stumbled alongside Michonne after the three guys.


i am loving this season so far hehehe :3 I just noticed all those votes you guys have given me, so I thank you for that <3 and for all your comments, I love you guys :D


I'm super sad because I've realized this may never get updated. It's legitimately the best story on this site

wolvesyroses wolvesyroses

Oh I really love this story. I hope it gets updated >< please update!

Gilyflower Gilyflower

This is the most amazing story ever on this site ever please update. Harleigh is amazing and you are a great writer.

reddeadwalker reddeadwalker

Amazing writing, as always.

SierraaDixon SierraaDixon

Holy crap please update!!! This is one of the best I've read in a long time!!!

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