VPOV

I sat next to Daryl in his pick up, my eyes closed, my head resting back. We had been driving for a while since the CDC, following the others. My head was still reeling from my panic attack, so I kept my eyes closed to keep me from being sick. The movements of the pick up were surprisingly soothing.

I opened my eyes as we came to a stop. "What are we doing?" the first words spoken since we had started driving. We hadn't said a word about the kiss.

"I don' know." he sighed, as my dad walked towards us.

He took his hat off, leaning on the truck. "We're stopping here for a little bit. Dale thinks it would be a good idea to use less cars."

Daryl nodded in agreement. "I'll dump the truck and use the bike. It uses less fuel." with that settled, dad moved on towards Shane's jeep.

"What about me?" I asked Daryl, suddenly offended that he made a decision without me. Now I had no idea what car I'd be in and with who.

He turned to me and I couldn't read his emotions. "You should be with your family." was all he said.

Just then dad came back. "Vicky grab your things. You'll be in the RV with Dale, Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea and Shane." he informed me before walking back to the others.

I could see Daryl tense up at the mention of Shane. "You should tell Rick what happened."

I ignored him and started to open the door. I had left my bag in my room at the CDC and was left with nothing but what I had on me now, which was nothing back the clothes on my back and the knife I had taken from Daryl that first day we met.

He grabbed my wrist as I was about to get out. "I don't want you with Shane. I don't trust him. I won't be there to protect you." it was then that I saw then genuine worry he had over me.

I smiled, grabbing his hand with my free one and pulling him away from my wrist before entwining our fingers. "What else am I supposed to do? There's no room with my family, and you know they'll never agree to me being on the back of a motorcycle."

He stared for what felt like hours, I could practically see the wheels turn in his head as he tried to think of a way to fix this. But when he realised I was right he just gave a curt nod before letting me go; his facing telling me he hated this.

I headed for the RV. Suddenly Shane was walking next to me, and my good mood from Daryl evaporated into thin air. "I swear to god Shane, if you even look at me funny, I'll go straight to my father and tell him what you did to me." I told him without looking up at him, keeping my eyes locked on my family as they piled into the car with Sophia and Carol. "Then I'll let him deal with you." I smiled sweetly as we reached the RV, and got in.

"Hey." Glenn smiled from the passenger seat.

I smiled back. "How de-doo-de."

He just shook his head, grinning. "You can sit here if you want, it's a two seater... or well we're both small and it's a big seat." he blushed slightly, shrugging.

"Hopefully you're a good map reader. Glenn's good, but a second pair of eyes wouldn't hurt." Dale added.

I shrugged before moving so I could sit on the seat with Glenn. Despite it being a large chair there still wasn't much room. I ended up having to drap a leg over his and lean on him in order for both of us to be comfortable.

"Don't get any ideas." I grinned, causing him to chuckle.

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I groaned at the constant clicking of Shane cleaning his gun, though apparently Andrea was interested in what he was doing and started up a conversation about it... which caused me to groan more. What was worse was the fact that my head was pounding, and my stomach was turning with motion sickness. I guess it was the way I was sitting or the fact I hadn't eaten all day. But I definitely felt bad.

"You okay?" Glenn asked, obviously taking notice of my groaning.

I shook my head. "I feel sick."

That got Dale's attention. "The bathrooms free if you need it."

I nodded and stood up, making my way to the bathroom. I sat on the ground my head in my hands as I waited to see if I was going to chuck or not.

When the RV came to a stop, I gave up on waiting, and instead poked my head out the door, still sitting on the floor. "You didn't have to stop Dale." I called.

"We broke down." Shane said as he walked towards me, reaching a hand out for me to grab.

I grabbed it, still feeling sick and finding my arms a little too weak to get me off the ground. "Thanks." I mumbled, offering him a half-hearted smile before moving to the door. I didn't exactly hate Shane for everything he had done, I was just hurt and scared.

As soon as the fresh air hit my face it was like a slap. I bolted for the railing before dry heaving, hoping that something would come up to get rid of this feeling. A hand came to rest on my back, rubbing it soothingly. I was only vaguely aware that it was my mum. The other part of my brain was too worked up on trying to be sick.

"I knew the moment you had that panic attack that we should have gotten food into you." she sighed. "You always get sick if you don't eat anything after an attack."

Once I was finished, unsuccessful with actually throwing something up, I turned to her. "It would have been unfair. Plus I was reading the map with Glenn too. I should have know better to do that. Reading always makes me sick when in a moving vehicle." I moaned.

Turning around I finally saw where we were.

We were on the highway surrounded by abandoned cars. Some were turned over. Others had been driven off the side of the road. There was even a toppled over truck.

"There's a whole bunch of stuff we could find." Daryl noted as he searched through a vehicle.

T-Dog moved forward, heading out further. "I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start." he stated.

"Maybe some water." Carol noted.

"Or food." Glenn added.

Mum moved uneasily next to me. "This is a graveyard." everyone stopped what they were doing to turn and look at her before looking at each other. "I don't know how I feel about this."

"All right, all right. Here we go." T-Dog mumbled as he walked around, not even thinking about what my mum had just said.

"Come on y'all. Just look around, gather what you can." Shane said before heading off himself.

With that everyone headed off to look around.

"Hey Vickey?" I looked over to my right to see Sophia and Carl standing close by. "Wanna look around?" Carl asked.

I nodded. "Sure. But stick close to me, okay?" I told them, earning myself a few nods before we started looking through cars.

I looked over at Daryl who had stopped looking through a car to look at me. He gave me a nod, and I smiled before turning away. I came face to face with my mum who looked between the both of us. She just gave me a knowing look before continuing her search.

"Hey look." Carl smiled as he picked up a comic book.

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a guy." Sophia laughed as we kept looking.

I looked into a car and saw some matches and a packet of smokes. Thinking of Daryl and guessing he was a smoker, I opened the door and grabbed the things before the kids could see what I grabbed; storing them in my pocket where no one could see them.

I found bag a started grabbing clothes, hoping they fit. But what I really wanted was a hair brush.

Suddenly I heard dad's frantic voice whispering for us to get under the cars.

I grabbed Sophia, pulling us under a car by the one Carl was now under. I kept her close to me, covering her mouth with my hand as I tried to keep myself calm.

I could hear the moaning from the walkers, and the scuffling of their feet. My heart raced as the noises got closer. A tear fell down my cheeks as I held a shaking Sophia to me.

Dad was under the other car next to Carl's watching us with that scared worried look he never seemed to lose. He lifted his finger to his lips, signaling for us to be quiet. I simply nodded my head and bit my lip, trying to stay calm and collected.

As time went by I could taste something metallic as my teeth drew blood from biting into my lip. I winced at the feeling, holding in any sounds of pain as I buried my face in Sophia's hair. All the while I couldn't stop worrying about Daryl. Hoping and praying that he was okay.

When the last few walkers went by I let out a sigh of relief, loosening my hold on Sophia. I rolled on to my back, letting myself breath and calm down. I could feel Sophia next to me moving, but I didn't think much of it. The moaning and scuffling had stopped, and I was sure there were no more walkers left.

Of course I was wrong.

As soon as Sophia's head popped out from under the car I heard the groaning of a walker before Sophia screamed, shuffling back against me.

I grabbed her shirt and pulled her out to the other side, only to see another to walker at the back of the car heading for us.

"Sophia come on." I told her as I lifted her up and over the rails, the walkers following close behind.

I put Sophia down on the ground and we ran for it, heading into the woods. Sophia's cries and tears were the only things that I need in order to keep running. She was only a little girl, and her life was now my responsibility.

"Come on, Sophia. Come on." I told her as we kept running.

Suddenly I was pushed to the ground by another walker.

Sophia screamed. "Vickie!"

I struggled under the walker, trying to keep its snapping jaw off of me. "Run Sophia!" I screamed at the girl.

She bolted, and I just hoped those other two walkers were far enough to let me kill this one before I had to deal with them too.

While I struggled to keep the walker's teeth away from my skin, I reached into the back of my shorts and pulled out Daryl's knife. I had taken it off him the first time we met and for some reason I had kept it on me since then. I hadn't even thought about giving it back, and at that moment I was glad I hadn't.

Using all my strength I managed to push the walker off me, rolling us over before shoving the knife into his skull. Stabbing him over and over.

Once his snarling had silenced I leaned over it, out of breath.

I hadn't heard the other walkers that had been following us and I just hoped they had given up or gotten lost. If they had gotten to Sophia I would never forgive myself.

Pulling myself up I looked around, suddenly realising I had no idea where I was. I looked to the ground and saw two paths of foot prints. One being the way I came and the other being the way the walker came. Of course I had no idea how to tell the two-part.

So I took a guess and started walking down the path to my right, hoping I wasn't wrong.

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