"Brace yourself Sadie!"

Sadie held onto the top of the blue truck as Andrea yelled out of the window, the vehicle bouncing down the uneven yard towards the barn in flames. T-Dog continued to speed along the fence, the women continuing to aim and shoot, taking down every walker they could.

Sadie turned her upper body, aiming the rifle at another walker, barely grazing it's ear.

"Fuck!"

Pissed off, Sadie untied herself from the bed and only braced herself with her legs, wedged her shoes in the divid.

As she looked up again, she looked over to see the RV heading towards the barn, the familiar roar of the motorcycle in the distance. Sadie tried to ignore the ache in her chest, the throbbing sensation rising upward into her throat.

"No, he'll be fine, you'll be fine, there's nothing to worry about, everything will be fine."

As Sadie assured herself, the truck hit a bump, launching Sadie into the air and onto the dirt.

"Sadie!" Andrea yelled out of the window and turned towards T-Dog, "-stop the truck!"

"No!" Sadie brushed herself off, hollering; spinning a full one eighty, shooting a walker dead between the eyes, "I'm good, keep going!"

Andrea nodded quickly, and Sadie began to run towards the farmhouse, heading to the far end of the porch, the snarling and moaning following behind. Hershel continued to shoot from his spot in the yard.

As Sadie continued running towards the house, her chest heaved. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Lori, Carol, and Beth; Patricia screaming, blood pouring out of her as the walkers consumed her.

Distracted, she tripped, sliding face first into the dirt as a walker clambered over her, snarling.

"Fuck!" She hissed between her teeth as she shoved her knife clean through it's skull, letting the body fall atop her as the rest of the walkers continued to swarm; screams and engines roaring.

Pushing the walker's corpse off her, she ran again, this time making it to the farmhouse. Reaching the wrap around porch, she swung the side door open, locking it behind her. As she made it to the living room, her heart sank as she saw Rick, Carl, and Hershel pile into the vehicle and drive off into the dark.

Sadie wiped the warm tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she heard dragging feet across the porch. Ducking underneath a couch, she curled, her back and feet against the wall, ready for anything that came in the house.

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The sun peered through the windows, as Sadie's eyes shot open, gazing up at the ceiling; her breathe returning to normal. She stared at the crack in the ceiling, that snaked to the corner of the room like lightening.

It was mid-morning, the Georgia air wasn't quite there yet, but just enough for Sadie to wake, glistening. She ran the back of her hand over her brow, sighing heavily, moving her bed head away from her face.

Her eyes followed down the frame of the wall; she stared at the make shift shower, the couxh the bedside table, the lamp and the white linen sheer curtains, blowing softly over her head.

"You alright in there?"

Sadie sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest, looking dead ahead into the wall.

"Yeah, fine."

"Did you have it again?"

Sadie zoned out, looking over to the doorway briefly.

"No," she lied, pushing the sheet off her bottom half and shimmying into her pants, "how was your shift last night?"

"Barely any biters, so yours shouldn't be so different."

Sadie pulled a light blue shirt over her worn, white bandeau and slid her boots on, turning on her heels.

"Good to know, thanks."

"Sure thing, oh, and one more thing."

"Yeah?" Sadie adjusted her belt, letting her shoulders sag.

"Don't lie, you've been having that same dream for months now."

"Fuck off," Sadie murmured, and exited the room and out into the road.

Sadie continued walking, weaving through the pair of trees before making it to the wall, or "more of a pile of shit" as she had mentioned before. Clambering up the steps, she sat atop the deck, rummaging in her pocket for a cigarette.

Finally, after finding them in the bottom in her pocket, she popped one between her lips. Leaning forward, an arm appeared, brandishing a silver lighter. She leaned forward, inhaling and breathing the smoke.

"Doesn't mean shit Dixon," Sadie mumbled, standing and looking up into the man's eyes, crossing in front of him, grabbing the automatic weapon and leaning it on her legs.

"Dunno what yer playin' at dollface, just bein' friendly." The taller, angrier Dixon smiled, striding to the spot next to her, leaning, crossing his arms; his contraption shining.

"Friendly isn't in your vocabulary Merle," Sadie rolled her eyes, sucking on her smoke again.

"Now how d'you know that, been here long 'nough to see that these people love me."

"Merle, they don't know you like I know you, they-"

"They what?"

Merle closed the gap, leaning into Sadie's space, as she continued to scour the perimeter, his breath in her ear.

"They didn't have to grow up with your sorry ass," she turned, narrowing her eyes.

"Hey now," Merle's glare relaxed, "I wasn't even around half the time, it was baby bro-" And the man stopped mid word, raising a hand to his mouth.

"Real smooth asshole," Sadie ashed her cigarette, flicking it over the wall, "and I thought we'd be able to at least get to a week without bringing him up." Sadie sighed.

"What?! You don't think he's not alive?" Merle grabbed Sadie's shoulder, turning her, slightly shaking her.

"I don't doubt that he's alive, jesus," she spat, pushing his hand off her shoulder, " but it's been months, just trying not to fear the worst."

"You got that right sugar tits."

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Rick Grimes stared at his son, trying to muster the words to tell him that they had to move; it was not safe on the highway and they needed to leave. Carl's eyes darted back and forth, searching his father's face, his eyes growing as the sound of an engine roared behind him.

As Rick turned, his eyes saw Daryl with Carol riding on the back of the motorcycle. Following behind was the green hyundai driven by Glenn. Ending the convoy was T-Dog, driving the blue pick up.

"Oh thank God!" Lori had bolted towards Carl, followed by Rick, sandwiching their son together. Maggie had jogged towards her father and sister, hugging tightly.

"Where'd you find everyone?" Rick stood, turning to Daryl and Carol.

"Well these guys tail lights zig-zagging all over the road, figured he had to be Asian to be driving like that."

"Good one," Glenn smiled.

"Where's the rest of us?" Daryl inquired, looking around the group, his heart rate rising a tad.

"We're the only ones who made it so far," Rick answered.

"Shane?" Lori stood up from kneeling with her son.

Rick shook his head solemnly.

"Andrea?" Glenn piped in.

"She saved me then I lost her," Carol interjected, looking towards Daryl.

"We saw her go down," T-Dog sighed against the truck door.

"Patricia?" Hershel looked towards the group until Beth sniffled beneath his arm.

"They got her too, took her right from me, I was holding onto her daddy, she just..." and she trailed off, whimpering into her father's chest, "What about Jimmy? Did you see Jimmy?"

" He was in the RV, it got overrun." Rick spoke towards the ground.

"What about Sadie?"

Everyone's eyes fell to Carl, whom had turned and stared at Daryl, who had no words.

"She was in the back of the pick up when we first started, I hit a bump, and she was launched out of the back- screamed she was okay and took off runnin' towards the house, that was the last I saw of her." T-Dog sunk his head a little bit further.

"I saw her trip and yell, got a walker in the head, and they went down." Hershel

"You definitely saw Andrea and Sadie?" Carol spoke.

"There were walkers everywhere," Lori reasoned.

"Did you see them?" Carol reiterated, a little more firm.

"I'm goin' back," Daryl spoke without hesitation, taking a few strides towards his brother's bike.

"No." Rick stopped him.

"We can't just leave them." Daryl pushed the idea.

"Well we don't even know if they're there." Lori supported her husband.

"They are there, or they aren't; they're somewhere else, or they're dead. There's no way to find them."

"So we're not even going to look for them?" Glenn asked, a small sting in his heart, remembering his friendship with Sadie and his times with Andrea.

"We got to keep moving, they'll be walkers crawling all over here." Rick adjusted his coat, looking down the highway.

"I say head east." T-Dog reiterated.

"Stay off the main roads, the bigger the road, the more walkers-" Daryl retrieved his crossbow from the back of the bike, eying a walker approaching the group, "- more assholes like this one, I got 'im." He promptly lowered his weapon.

"Let's get goin' guys, got to get moving before we lose light."

Leaving the pick up truck, the group dispersed into the rest of the vehicles. Leading the group Rick drove first. As Daryl drove behind, Carol noticed that his body was tense, his knuckles bone white on the handlebars as the wind whipped against their faces.

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Please don't spear me my lovelies; I've had a very trying and exhausting month, but I have returned to you, many of things planned and can't wait for you to read. By all mean, reviews are welcomed! comments and concerns as well. HOW BOUT THAT MIDSEASON FINALE?! xoxo