Andrea liked the new girl. She had fire. There weren't too many people that can put up with Merle Dixon, but Alex held her own. Whatever Merle fired at her she fired back. It was actually quite amusing to watch the two go back and forth. It was like an intense tennis game. It helped the day go by faster.

Andrea wishes she could get out of doing all the female work. She hated how sexist the camp could be. Dividing work based on gender. She wanted to defend this camp alongside the men. That is what she was good at. She didn't want to wash laundry and cook all day. She can't even cook! Andrea sometimes hated being a woman. Even with the world ended men are still looking down at women and underestimating them. It grates on Andrea's nerves. She worked as a lawyer before all this and so she was used to working in a field that had powerful alpha males in charge. She had to fight tooth and nail to get where she was and now the world was over and she's still fighting.

"Frown anymore and you'll forget how to smile." Andrea turns and sees Bow leaning against the boulder beside her, sharpening his rather large and intense looking knife.

"What's it to you if I never smile?" Bow looks up at her, those intense blue eyes locking onto her. She had never seen eyes as that color before meeting him and his brothers. They were a unique blue. They grow darker the further out they go. The center was practically nothing more than a white ring around the pupil, while the outer ring was nearly black. She loved those eyes. They never ceased to amaze her and leave her absolutely speechless. Did they even realize just how powerful their eyes were? Did they know the affect that those eyes have on not just Andrea, but all the woman in the camp. Hell, Andrea even noticed Lori staring at those eyes from time to time.

"A smile lights up people's faces. The world's dark enough. We don't need the moods of the survivors to be too." Bow says, cutting through Andrea's thoughts. Bow has never been much like his brothers. Sure, he was just as rough as them at times, but he was a lot more educated than them. He was a military doctor in the war. He went and got his doctorate in medicine. He was also a lot more outgoing than his brothers. More social. Most would think he was the older brother, but Merle was still a couple of years older, not that one could tell. Bow and Merle were basically twins. They both kept their hair very short and they both had the big burly frame, while Daryl was more lean and willowy than them. He also didn't have as rough of a face as them. He was softer, baby faced compared to them. It's why one could never mistake Bow and Merle being brothers.

"How's Alex?" Andrea asks, blowing her blonde hair away from her face.

"Doing fine. Shouldn't be up and movin', but overall, she's doing better than I thought she would." Andrea nods, pursing her lips in thought.

"Has she said anything about what happened?"

"Said she was with a group." Bow slides his knife back into its sheath. "They offered her food and water and a place to sleep. They drugged the food and tried to rape her. Guess it wasn't high enough dosage because she woke up when they got her shoes off."

"Oh god." Andrea says, feeling sick to her stomach at the idea of men drugging and raping women. With no law meant that sick people like that were running freely and doing whatever their sick minds wanted.

"She kicked one in the face and slashed another's throat." Bow tells Andrea, causing her to nod.

"Good. He deserved it." Bow smirks, eyeing Andrea over. Feeling his eyes on her made her feel tingly and warm all over. Her heart fluttered as Bow's blue eyes connected with hers once more.

"What'd you do before the world went to shit?"

"I was a lawyer." Andrea tells him, moving to stand beside him, leaning on the boulder and looking out at the lake. "But I took a break from work to travel with my sister. Amy's a lot younger than me, so I wasn't around much when she was growing up. I was trying to make up for it. I was taking her on road trip for her birthday when all this happened." Andrea sighs, running a hand through her hair and pulling it back up into a ponytail. Her and Amy looked a lot different. Amy was softer looking and sweeter. Andrea was always a bit jealous of Amy. She got their mother's looks, while Andrea was stuck with their father's. Andrea's hair was a lot coarser and dull compared to Amy's silky shiny blonde hair. Amy also had prettier blue eyes. Hers looked like an ocean, while Andrea's looked more like a blue-gray. Andrea always felt so old and dull beside her beautiful young sister.

She hated herself for thinking this at the end of the world. She's lucky to be alive. She's lucky to have her sister alive, but the thoughts always popped in. Andrea came at a bad time for her parents. They were only eighteen, fresh out of high school and trying to go to college. They didn't have the money to raise a child, so most of Andrea's life was spent with hand-me-downs and cheap frozen food. Her parents worked their asses off to raise her and finish school. Andrea will always love them for how hard they worked for her, but at the end of the day that's all they'll remember with raising Andrea. It was hard and most days they wanted nothing more than to collapse from exhaustion. That's what they remember about her childhood. By the time Amy was born their father had became the boss of his law firm, their mother had become the principle at the local high school, and they had more than enough money to survive. Having Amy was easy. They had time to both raise her and love her. They didn't need to work their lives away or stress about how they were going to pay their next bill. When they think about Amy's childhood they have years upon years of happy memories. The only time Andrea really had with her parents were the weekends that her father didn't work and would take her out on the boat, but even then those memories were clouded over by stress and worries.

The world ended and yet Andrea still couldn't help but feel a bit resentful towards Amy. She loved her sister to death, but Amy has always had everything that Andrea wished she had. It's what truly made them different. Amy will always be the softer and more gentle of the two because she never had to fight for what she wanted, it was all just given to her.

"You're frowning again." Andrea looks up at Bow, but he was staring out at the water and not at her. "What're you thinking about?"

Andrea didn't want to tell him that she was thinking about how much she wished her life could have been like Amy's. That just sounds pathetic, so instead, she told him something else. "Fishing." She could feel his eyes on her. "My dad used to take me fishing every weekend up until I went to college. It was the only time I got to spend with my dad."

"What about your mom?" Bow asks.

"Oh, she was always busy. I was always closer to my dad, we got along better." Bow hums in response.

"It's a nice day." Bow says, looking up at the cloudless skies. "Hot. Probably a good day to fish." Andrea looks over at him. "Fishing could be good for the group. Eventually, the deer are going to start thinning. Won't be much left to hunt. We'll have to go away to get any meat. Fishing is a good alternative. Plus, we're running low on food. Daryl's going out with Hunter soon, but he won't probably bring anything back for a couple of days."

"Do you think Dale has any poles?" Andrea asks, causing Bow to shrug.

"Worth asking." Bow glances over at her. "I know you hate doing all the women shit, but you don't much know anything else, do you?"

"I can learn." Bow smirks.

"I'm sure you could, but if you want to help, why don't you start doing something you good at. I've seen you with that gun of yours, do you even know how to shoot it?"

"Point and shoot. It's simple." Bow chuckles.

"Yeah, that's the basics, but there's more than just pointing and shooting when it comes to guns."

"Well, it's not like Shane will let us do any target practicing. He's so worried about the noise that we all could make that when someone starts sneezing he shushes them." Bow lets out a bark of a laugh, causing Andrea to smile. She loved listening to him laugh. It was always so deep and rough. She also loved watching him laugh. His whole face lights up and he looks younger.

"Shit, sweetheart." He chuckles, the nickname sending a shiver through Andrea. "If you want to learn to shoot you don't need the good deputy's permission. I'll show you myself. Don't worry about the noise, we could do things without actually firing the gun."

"Really? You'd do that?" Bow smiles as he eyes her over.

"There are very few people here that can shoot. It's something that I think we all should learn. Not just that, but basic self-defense too. It's not just walkers out there killing people."

"I think learning all that is a good idea." Andrea agrees.

"We'll start with you then. I can show you how to clean that gun of yours and take it apart and reassemble it. You shouldn't everything you need to know about a gun before learning how to fire it." Andrea nods.

"Okay." She says. "Thank you." Bow shrugs her off and looks out at the water. "I'll show you first thing tomorrow. Once you learn all you need to on your gun than firing it is nothing as long as you can aim worth a shit."

"I'm sure I can manage." Bow just grins in response. "Could you show me self-defense too?"

"Darling, I can show you anything you want." Andrea's breath caught in her throat as Bow turns to her. His blue eyes once more on hers.

"I'd like that." She says, her voice breathy and quiet. Bow licked his lips, his eyes burning into hers.

"We'll start tomorrow." He pushes off the boulder and backs up to give them so space. "See Dale about those rods. Fish sounds just about right tonight." Andrea nods shakily as Bow turns around and starts back up the hill. Her eyes fall on his ass, she bites her lip as she stares at it. He has a nice ass.

Sophia bites her lip, trying to keep her cries quiet as she carefully removes her shirt. She had changed it three times today, but it's still not enough. She's bleeding like a stuffed pig. She was glad her mother hasn't noticed yet. Sophia has been cleaning her clothes herself since it started. Carol had always taken the beatings from Ed, but lately things have changed. Ed has started noticing Sophia a lot more lately and whenever Carol wasn't around he went after Sophia. Her back was more scars than flesh at the moment. He had taken his belt repeatedly to her after the stunt Hunter pulled yesterday. Her mom had also suffered the consequences of Hunter's actions. The thought made Sophia angry. She knew Hunter had no idea what his actions causes, but still, she still wasn't happy with him. She couldn't be too angry though, it wasn't him beating her.

Sophia lets out a shaky breath when she finally pulled her shirt away from her skin. She let the shirt fall to the ground with a rather wet flop from the amount of blood that coated it. It was going to be a bitch to clean. Sophia was almost tempted to just bury it and forget it, but she liked that shirt. It was the one her mom got for her birthday. It was the only one that fits right on her. It was a baby blue v-neck with a little pocket on the front. It was made of the softest cotton and it was good on hot days because it kept her surprisingly cool. Now, it was more red than blue.

Sophia shakily untied her sneakers, her fingers were shaking so bad that it was very hard to untie them. It was from the pain. Ed's belt dug into her skin at least an inch deep. She probably needed stitches, but she wasn't about to ask for them. The last thing she needed was for this to get out.

Sophia kicked off her shoes and sneakers and started working on her jeans. She has gotten lucky so far. All Ed's been doing is beating her, but she knows he's working up to worse. She has seen the way he looked at her. He looked at in a way that no father should look at his daughter. It's why Ed's beating was so much worse this time. He saw her with Hunter. He saw how she looked at Hunter and how Hunter looked at her. Ed didn't like people looking at what he considered his. The thought sent a wave of nausea through her. If Carol knew what Ed was doing and what he was thinking then she would... Sophia wasn't sure what her mom would do. She couldn't very well do anything to Ed, if she could she would have done it by now.

Sophia slips off her jeans, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She needed to clean her back, but she couldn't do that on her own, so she just had to depend on letting the water in the lake wash her clean. She slipped into the cold water and went under. She was good at holding her breath. She had made sure to get good at it. Ed had think about choking women or drowning them. Sophia wanted to make sure that she could hold her breath for awhile in case Ed got any ideas. She could hold her breath for a solid eleven minutes, which was incredible in her mind.

She stayed down for all those minutes before coming back up panting for air. She could only hope that the water did its job and washed her blood off. She couldn't exactly reach to rub it off. Sophia dried off with the towel she brought and changed into the fresh clothes she brought. She was lucky to have gotten dressed when she did because as soon as she got her shirt on she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly covered her blooded shirt with her dirty jeans. She sat down on the bank to look as if she wasn't doing anything questionable, and slipped her socks and shoes on.

She looked up when those footsteps stopped and she saw Hunter standing there. He was watching her cautiously as if he wasn't sure if he should even come near her. She noticed him all day staying far away from her. He also did a lot of work too. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings, well she did mean it a little, but she didn't think he'd take it so badly. So many people were saying the same things to him as she did, so why did her words cause him to change.

"You can join if you want." Sophia says quietly, standing up and grabbing her clothes. "I was just leaving."

"Sophia..." She looks up at Hunter, her dark green eyes piercing into his blue ones. "I'm sorry." He finally says after a long moment of silence. Sophia never heard a Dixon say those two words before. She almost thought they didn't know the word 'sorry'. It was probably the only time he'll say it too, so she shouldn't take advantage.

"It wasn't your fault." She told him. "I just wasn't in a good mood and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." Hunter shifted on his feet, looking uncomfortable. He probably never had a real talk with a girl before.

"You were right." Hunter shrugs. "I'm an asshole." He gives her a sheepish grin. It was hard for her to not smile back. His smile is just contagious.

"At least you admit it." Hunter barks out a laugh and nods.

"Yeah, yeah." He smiles at her, all teeth and dimples. It made that heat come back over her. The tingling sensation started in between her legs once more. Hunter's smile faltered and tension began to form between them. Hunter slowly moved closer to her as if approaching a wounded animal. "I am sorry, Sophia." He whispers once he was standing right in front of her. "I really was just joking. I didn't mean to upset you." He lifted his hand and brushed her dark auburn hair off her shoulder. With the sun shining down on it, it really brought out the red in it.

"You didn't." She whispers back. "Like I said, I overreacted, I was just upset about something else." Hunter brushes his thumb against her cheek, causing her to gasp. His blue eyes stared into her green ones, freezing her in her spot. He slowly began to lean down, his nose bumped hers as their lips brushed. Sophia closed her eyes, giving into Hunter. Hunter's hand cupped her face and drew her more into him. His lips touched hers for just the briefest of seconds before a voice breaks them apart.

"Sophia." She jumps away from Hunter as if she was burned, her eyes flashing past him and to Ed that was standing a few yards away, watching them with anger burning in his brown eyes. She was in trouble. "Get over here now."

"Sophia-" She moved past Hunter or tried to. "Sophia, wait..." It happened in slow motion. He grabbed her arm to stop her from simply walking past him, which caused her clothes to go tumbling out of her hands and hit the ground. Hunter's eyes fell on the clothes seeing the blood that stained her shirt. Their eyes met and all hell broke loose.

AN: Sorry for the long delay on updating. I am officially back and ready to continue this story. This chapter went from okay, to kind of deep, to a bit dark, and then to oh fuck no. The next chapter is going to be even more intense, so watch out and be ready. I hoped you enjoyed this one. I gave a little bit more insight on Andrea's background and her feelings on everything that is going on. I also gave you a bit of insight on what's going on behind closed doors or in this case zipped tents.