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Abraham, Glenn, T-Dog and Rosita finished loading the last of the lumber onto the truck before taking a break. They had gone back the following day, T-Dog showing them the way, to get the lumber and supplies that Merle's group had to leave behind. Glenn passed out water to everyone along with a protein bar and the small group quickly ate and drink them down. They still had the store to hit for smaller items and Abraham wanted to look around the small town and it's outskirts for anything else they might find that could be used on the fences.

Moving the truck and trailer around to the front of the store, Abraham stopped them, "Think I'm gonna go take a look around, see what I can find. Place is big enough to hold some small gold mine's for us."

Glenn glanced at T-Dog and then back to the big ginger haired man, "We need to stick together, man. It's safer in numbers."

"I'll go with him," Rosita said, her hand resting on the but of her holstered gun.

"You see anyone...get your asses back here. If what that little girl said is true, might be some unfriendlies around here," T-Dog said, his eyes going from Abraham to Rosita and then back to the man again.

Lifting his rifle and resting the barrel against his shoulder, Abraham smirked, "Guess we're have some target practice then."

"No," Glenn said, his look stern. "We make sure they are the men first. There is still some good people out here."

"Barely," Abraham huffed and then turned, Rosita following him.

Watching them go, Glenn shook his head and then looked at T-Dog, "Come on, let's see what's left we can use."

"Feel's like we're ducks in a shooting gallery out here," T-Dog commented as they headed into the store.

Each man took a side of the store, making sure it was clear before getting carts. Glenn had spotted a few axes and a handful of shovels on the far wall and went after them first. T-Dog set off to the other side, finding rope, chains and locks with keys. It didn't take long before Glenn had his cart filled and got another. Filling the second with bottles of kerosene for lamps, duct tape, what few flashlights that were left on the shelf and boxes of nails and screws, he then headed over to where T-Dog was.

Working on a second cart himself, T-Dog glanced over at Glenn as he neared, "Start grabbing those tools, man. Never know what we might need and when."

Glenn stopped, looking at the array of tools hanging up and smirked as he started pulling them down and placing them into his cart, "Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be happy taking tools."

"Hell, never thought I'd see the day when a dead man would be walking," T-Dog said as he placed a large handful of wrench sets into his cart.

"HEY GUYS!" Rosita called out into the store, staying at the door and looking back down the street with a smile.

T-Dog and Glenn looked to each other and then headed towards the front of the store to find Rosita standing just outside. Going out, she pointed down the street and glanced at the two men. Watching, a semi truck then came around the corner, turning in their direction. The trailer though trailer though is what really caught there attention.

Running both his hands through his hair, Glenn breathed out and raised his brow, "How?"

"Found it two streets over...keys still inside. Guess the owner lived here and well...don't think he'll be making that delivery now," she said as Abraham pulled the truck up in front of the store and stopped.

Jumping out the cab of the truck and looking back at his cargo, Abraham grinned, "I think those landscape timbers should do the job. They got to be at least...eight foot. Probably around three hundred here." Looking back at the others as they walked closer, he asked, "By chance did y'all find any post hole diggers in there?"

"Yeah...four," Glenn said as he looked up at the load of timber. Letting a smile emerge, he shook his head and looked back at Abraham, "Dude...you're good."

Shrugging, Abraham shook his head, "No, just lucky." Seeing three walkers coming at them from the opposite direction, he sighed, "We best get what we can and get the hell back. Rosita, let's take these one's out. We'll be in to help in a minute."

T-Dog and Glenn headed back into the store to finish getting what they could as Rosita and Abraham went to take care of the walkers. Slowly but surely, the warehouse and it's property would be made safer for everyone who lived behind it's fences and walls.

Whistling as he mixed a bag of concrete in a bucket, Merle got it to the proper thickness and then stood back up and went to work. Most of the day him and Daryl had been working on getting a small fireplace built in the room Rick and Carl were sharing to help keep them warm. Even though it was small, it would still provide enough heat to take the chill out of the room during the cold winter months. Kneeling down, Merle began to shovel out small trowel fulls of the concrete and spreading it out inside the area where the wood would be burned.

Daryl was on a small ladder above, running the pipping up and out the top window that they had broke out. They had already cut a board to fit the pipe through and to block out the cold air, they same as they had in Daryl and Carol's room and in a few others as well. Satisfied with his work, Daryl came down the small ladder and checked the pipe where it went into the top of the fireplace itself.

Glancing up at his brother, Merle then looked back down at what he was doing, "I see that girl's taken ta Jacqui now. Followin' her 'round like a damn shadow."

"Jacqui was a mom 'fore all this. She'll be good for Shidawn," Daryl said, reaching down into the bucket with another trowel and getting a small amount of concrete. Using it like caulking around the pipe and brick, e then continued, "'Sides, the girl needs a female in her life."

"Way she was actin', figured you and the mouse would be takin' care of her." Finishing up, Merle got up off the floor, "Or is bein' someone's old man getting' ta ya?"

Daryl scowled and dropped his trowel back into the bucket with Merle's, "Screw you, asshole. Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' a dad ta Sophia."

Merle chuckled to himself, sighing as he reached for his bottle of water, "Never said there was, baby brother. Ya done good...better then me and sure the hell a lot better then our old man. Never thought I'd see the day when you'd up and have your own little family. Glad I found ya and able ta see it with my own eyes."

Daryl glanced at his brother as he drink his water down and reached for his own bottle. Unscrewing the cap, Daryl leaned against the wall, "Was thinking 'bout what Carol told me...'bout those guys that had Shidawn." When Merle looked over at him, his eyes narrowed, "Wanna do some scountin' around the area...make sure they ain't camped around here."

"Be a good idea. Don't need no murders, rapists and child molesters knocking at our doors," Merle drawled out and then finished off his water. Pointing a finger to his brother, he nodded, "Let me know when, I got your back, baby brother."

"Don't say anything ta Carol 'bout it. She's spooked enough already," Daryl said as they started to gather up there tools to move on to the next room that needed heat. "Had a hard time gettin' her ta sleep any last night."

Merle smirked some, picking up the bucket of leftover concrete, "Ya need ta distract her then, boy. Make her forget what her damn name is even."

"Shut up," Daryl groused as his brother laughed. Collecting up the tools, Daryl and Merle headed out and down to the next room, passing Andrea and Amy in the hallway heading towards the front doors, each carrying rifles. Giving them a nod as they passed, Daryl followed his brother into the next room, ready to start on the next fireplace.

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