Since what had happened in the cabin before we'd burnt it to the ground, no one had mentioned Daryl's little outbreak. I wanted to, I wanted to tell him he was an idiot for acting like that; he could have gotten all three of us killed. But I didn't even bring it up in conversation.

Daryl had decided to take it upon himself to teach both Beth and myself how to track and how to shoot with his cross bow. I wasn't very good at either. I could barely kill with a gun what made him think I'd be able to use a cross bow? I tried to stick to tracking but in all honesty I wasn't very good at that either. I was always stumbling over my feet trying to get around tracks and it wasn't very easy to tell when the only thing that had been 'moved' was a leaf on the ground. How he managed to learn any of this shit was unknown to me.

I wasn't paying much attention to where Beth was leading us; I was too busy clinging onto the back of Daryl's jacket.

Being in the woods scared me, a lot more now considering there were walkers around every corner; and now that Daryl had handed his cross bow over to Beth I felt a little less safe.

It wasn't long before Beth had tracked a walker into a clearing, seeing the things hunched over and eating something, or someone, on the floor. Beth turned and said something to Daryl, leaving the two of us standing just within the entrance of the clearing, Beth slowly making her way towards the walker without making a single sound.

That was, at least, until the sound of metal closing and her falling to the ground caught the attention of the hungry walker, forcing it to turn around as Daryl ran forwards and grabbed the bow off of Beth.

I ran towards her, forcing the trap off her foot. "Can you move it?" I asked, holding her boot slightly as she rolled her foot around; Daryl sliding beside us.

"I think so." Beth nodded, attempting to stand up only to fall into me. "Might need some support." She laughed, Daryl instantly coming over and wrapping her arm around his shoulder to be her guide as it were.

"Annora, take this." Daryl handed the cross bow towards me, arrow already reloaded into it.

"Seriously? Will we not be safer if I look after Beth and you take that?" I asked, rubbing my right arm. I didn't get a response. Clearly he wanted me to be able to fend for myself and not have me rely on him any longer for support. I sighed, running a hand through my knotted hair and grabbed the crossbow off him; storming off in the direction we were headed.

With Beth limping along behind me with Daryl, we slowly came to clearing in the trees, a cemetery greeting us.

Tombstones lay in perfect rows in front of a large white house, pillars standing on the porch. Had it not have been in these circumstances, I'd have said this was beautiful.

"Hold on, can we stop for a second?" Beth had let go of Daryl and was holding onto her leg, clearly in a lot more pain than she was letting on.

"You alright?" I asked, walking back to where they were standing.

"Yeah, I just need to sit down." Daryl looked at me for second, almost looking like he was apologising for something, before turning his back on Beth and leaning down.

"Hop on."

"Are you serious?" Beth asked, turning her attention to me, like she too was looking for my approval for something. I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. It was a piggy back, nothing to get jealous over. Did these two really think I was that bad?

"Yeah this is a serious piggy back." I'd already walked on a head at this point, slowly looking around at the head stones around me. So many people who had died and didn't have to live in the world we were currently.

They had so many ideas for the future, so much promise and hope yet here we were wandering around on top of their graves just trying to survive. These people probably had more chance at survival in their time than we do in ours.

Beth and Daryl had stopped in front of the grave I was looking at. 'beloved father' written on the headstone. My mind cast back to Hershel and what the governor did to him at the prison.

Daryl placed a flower on top of the grave and walked closer to me, closing our hands together.

"We should probably get moving right?" I asked, looking around Daryl to look back at Beth. "Are you good to walk or d'you need Superman to help you out?" I chuckled, getting a laugh back off Beth and an eye roll from Daryl.

"I should be alright." She smiled, hobbling off in the direction of the house.

"You want your crossbow back? I still don't know what I'm doing with it." He shook his head with a small smile but took the heavy metal off me all the same. Finally I felt safer knowing he was the one with the crossbow.

Both he and I quickly caught up to Beth, Daryl pushing us behind him as he walked into the house, checking around the house to make sure it was empty of walkers, whistling to draw them out.

Nothing.

There were no walkers, nothing coming out from rooms we couldn't see.

"It's so clean." Beth commented from beside me, looking around the walls. I wouldn't have said it was clean, but it was definitely cleaner than we were used to.

"Yeah, someone's been tending to it." Daryl responded, looking back at Beth and I who were still kind of mesmerised by how empty this house was.

"You don't reckon they're still here do you?" I asked, looking into the rooms around us. "Daryl." I called back, walking into one doorway, a coffin sitting in front of it with a man lying inside.

Through the door on the other side of the room, Daryl and Beth emerged, looking slightly disgusted by the dead man. He looked so... normal. I guess that was the right word to use. His face wasn't all decomposed and torn apart, there was no blood, no smell. I guess this is what death is meant to look like.

After a long time of searching, Beth had finally got her ankle cleaned up and we'd all finally managed to get some well deserved rest. Daryl had set up strings and cans in front of the house in case walkers decided to find us, and he'd had a lovely sleep in a coffin. Rather him than me. I settled for bringing in the couch cushions and making a makeshift bed on the floor for Beth and I to sleep.

The day had gone relatively well, giving us all a good enough time to recuperate and eat.

A dog this morning had arrived at the house, setting off the 'walker signal'. Daryl had of course jumped into action but all I wanted was for the dog to come into the house.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, most of the time someone was asleep or on walker watch, so there wasn't much to do other than to think about times that had passed, people that we missed. I'd wondered about if what Daryl had said back in the cabin was true. Would we ever see the others again? Glenn, Carl, Rick? Would we be separated forever? I had to shake the thought from my head. We always seem to find each other even if everything goes to shit.

I walked into the kitchen area once I'd woken up from my nap, Daryl and Beth sitting around the kitchen table with food and drink out in front of them.

"I'm going to leave a thank you note." Beth smiled, opening up a note pad and a pencil.

"Why?" Daryl asked, handing me a jar of what looked to be pigs feet.

"I'll pass." I whispered, leaning over and grabbing a jar of peanut butter. If I was going to eat something it had to be something I could actually stomach.

"Well, if these people come back I want to say thanks."

"Maybe you don't have to leave that." Daryl shrugged, looking at Beth before looking at me. "Maybe we'll stick around here for a while. If they come back, we'll make it work some how."

"So you do think there are still good people around." Beth laughed, clearly going back to a conversation earlier that I missed.

He changed his gaze from Beth back to me, no readable emotion on his face. A small smile found its way onto my face. Daryl started believing in good people because of me?

The conversation was interrupted again by the sound of the cans out the front clanging, the dog could be heard from outside.

Daryl grabbed some food off the table completely ignoring his crossbow in the corner and wandered outside, soon enough however the sound of walkers could be heard throughout the house.

"Annora! Beth!" Daryl was screaming at us, I grabbed his crossbow quickly and ran, chucking it too him from the otherside of the hallway; Beth and I making a dash throughout the house. "Pry open a window! Get your shit!"

"I'm not leaving you!" I called back, trying to run back against Beth who was practically dragging me back with her.

"Go across the road! I'll meet you there!" Daryl yelled back at both of us, leading the walkers away from our only exit.

Despite Beth having a bad leg, she'd managed to pull me out of the house with her, leaving Daryl alone inside with all the walkers.

"We have to go back inside, I can't just leave him in there." I struggled against her but the sound of a car engine approaching us caught my attention, they'd be able to get us out, be able to help us.

Except they didn't stop to help, all I really remember after that was being hit with the hood of the car, pain shoot up my arm and the sound of my bag hitting the ground before I blacked out.