~Rebel's POV~

This was embarrassing.

Daryl was practically holding me in the middle of the road while I was crying.It felt good to cry though, whenever I did, it was never this much.

It felt like all the feelings I had bottled up inside were rushing out. It was kind of uncomfortable to let Daryl see this side of me.

The only person that had seen this side was Piper, and that was because we were attached at the hip ever since birth.

I sniffed my nose a few times and pulled back from Daryl's warm embrace. From what I've seen of him, he wasn't the touchy feely type.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice breaking on the last two words.

"Just trying to help." he snapped before stalking back towards the pond.

Okay then, I thought.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and I turned back to camp, trying to keep a lookout for any danger. Danger now included anything. It could be a walker, it could be people, it could be a bear.

I scoffed. Yeah, a bear. I really need some water, don't I? I shuffled my way into camp and sat down on a folding chair next to Dale and Glenn.

"You alright there, Trooper?" Dale asked.

"Yeah," Glenn agreed, "why aren't you down by the pond?"

I just shook my head, "It's nothing."

I tried to make it convincing by giving them a smile, but it came across as more of a grimace and I knew that I had to explain the long story to them.

"Come on, out with it." Dale prodded me gently on the shoulder, trying to get me to spill.

I huffed. "Fine. We were down by the pond and Lori asked me about my past and I said that I was an Olympian in trai-"

"You were?" Glenn cut me off, earning a glare from both me and Dale. I nodded my head and continued.

"I was into gymnastics and I also did Archery because my best friend was into that and I wanted to spend time with her, that's how I got so good. Then, Amy brought up something and I just... broke."

"What did she bring up? We can't help ya if we don't know the whole story." Dale said, egging me on.

"Do you know the Fantastic Four?" I asked, knowing what was coming.

Glenn perked up, "You mean the superheroes? I love those guys!"

I rolled my eyes, "No. The set of quadruplets that are all athletes."

"Oh! Them. Yeah." Glenn drooped and slumped down in his lawn chair.

"I'm part of them. I have one sister and two brothers. We were the closest family I could ever imagine, we did everything together. We got separated when the outbreak started. I haven't seen them since. And the worst part-" I choked on my words.

"The worst part is, the last time I saw them, I told them I hated them and I was better off without them. So they pulled over on the side of the road and told me to get out. They had the nerve to do that when there was a herd not a mile behind us! I almost died because of them, but I still love them and I miss them." Tears were welling in my eyes again, but I forced them to stay put. I had cried enough for one day.

"Course ya miss 'em. They're yer family. Ain't no one gonna beat 'em." The familiar voice could be heard from directly behind me.

I didn't know how much Daryl had heard, but obviously it was enough. The women had come back also, and sat around the fire, listening to my story.

"How much did you hear?" I whispered, afraid of their answer.

"After Glenn brought up superheroes." Lori answered me truthfully.

Rick and her had taken me in like parents, I knew I could trust them. I nodded at them before burying my head in my hands.

At least they knew, I didn't have to keep it a secret anymore.

The other hand was Amy, she was obviously a fan. I had dealt with plenty of those and since the outbreak it felt good that I didn't have to deal with them anymore.

I felt a comforting hand rubbing up and down my back. I knew it wasn't Daryl because the hand was too soft and feminine.

I noted the small, warm presence that had sat down next to me, it was the same person that was trying to comfort me by rubbing my back.

The truth was it was only making it worse. This way of comfort was a childhood habit of Gunner's.

He was the firstborn, therefore he thought himself the highest and mightiest. He also thought it his responsibility to make sure all of us felt like a family. He took on the father and mother role of the group.

We had a certain order of importance, even though we thought ourselves equal, we all knew who played what role.

Gunner, the oldest, was the leader.

All final decisions were made by him, if we had a probelm, he was the guy we went to first. His Olympic enrollment was ice hockey. He had shaggy blonde hair and heartbreaking orphan blue eyes, giving off a boyish charm, even though we knew he was the strongest of all of us.

Porter, the second oldest, was the black sheep.

He always gave off a bad boy aura and that made a lot of the girls fawn over him. His sport was boxing. He had cropped blonde hair and ocean colored blue eyes, giving off more of a manly look. He had just the right amount of muscle to look intimidating without looking like he did drugs.

Piper, the third oldest, is a girl.

She was the blonde bombshell that every guy drooled over, leaving me to struggle in her shadow. She played volleyball and even had a few training sessions with Misty May. Even though she outshone me, we were practically attached at the hip. I never really had any other friends beside her, and that didn't bother me.

She was also, blonde haired and blue eyed. But she towered over me, they all did really. Because I was so active with gmynastics, my body slowed down and my physical body started to age slower.

I, Rebel, was the youngest, earning a lifetime worth of teasing and nicknames.

I was training in gmynastics and did archery off to the side with my only other friend, Yasmine. I had finished first in Worlds and had met famous gymnasts such as Shawn Johnson and Nastia Liukin. Like all my other siblings, I had blonde hair and blue eyes. While their features showed resemblance, mine were a ways away from theirs.

My hair was more beach blonde while their's gave off a dark gold sheen. My eyes were the color of cobalt.

I had never really considered myself beautiful, even though I was often told I was. I was short, only about 5'6", leaving all my other siblings to look down on me. Literally.

My place in the group was the annoying little sister. I was constantly left out of things and bossed around.

When they made plans without with me, I shot arrows. Not at them of course. I went to the training ring with Yasmine and shot at moving targets, like clay birds.

When Piper and I got rid of all our stuffed animals, I took them to the shooting range and launched them. It was a memorable day for everyone, considering that was the day of the outbreak.

I was shooting stuffed bunnies and squeaky bears while everyone I knew was biting and scratching their way to hell.

When they had invaded the stadium, I ran. I didn't try to fight them, there was hundreds, if not thousands, of them. I had taken cover in the trees.

Porter, Gunner and Piper were off doing something I had no knowledge of. Again.

That was the reason I hadn't seen them. For all I know, they could be walkers.

"Rebel." Someone was shaking me. My head snapped up, only then did I realize that I had been crynig.

"Sorry." I mumbled before resting my gaze on the fire.

"The guys were going to head out to the city, we just thought you might want to say goodbye." Carol explained softly.

"What do you mean 'head out to the city'? What are they doing?" My curiosity was pumping, nothing could stop me from getting these answers.

"They're looking for Daryl's brother. Rick also left a bag of guns in the city." Carol answered me softly, once again.

I stood up abruptly before stomping to the cars. I tapped Rick on the shoulder, cutting off his conversation with T-Dog, Glenn and Daryl.

"I'm going with you." I said, leaving no room for arguments. Obviously, Daryl didn't catch on to that.

"No ye' ain't. Yer a girl. Ye' stay here, where it's safe." Daryl stated, trying to use the same tone as I had, and succeeding better than I had.

I stepped forward, "So, because I'm a girl, I can't kick your ass. Because I'm a girl I can't shoot every type of weapon involving an arrow? Because I can do both of those things, and I would be more than happy to prove that to you."

I narrowed my eyes at the group, seeing if they would try to question me again.

Rick chuckled, "Well I guess you're coming with us. Alright, get in."

We all climbed into the back of the truck, save Rick and Glenn who sat up front. I sat the opposite of Daryl with T-Dog sitting next to me.

Daryl was trying to have some kind of stare off with me, like he was trying to intimidate me.

Whatever it was, it wasn't working.

The truck crawled it's way to the borders of the town and rolled to a squeaking stop. Glen lifted the back gate and we all hopped out, making road dust fly up into our already filthy faces.

"Alright. Are we getting the guns first, or Merle first?" Rick asked us all, I didn't know where either of these things were placed, so I was no help.

"You kiddin'? 'Course were gettin' Merle first!" You could feel how angry Daryl was, it was kind of funny actually. Kind of.

Daryl's face was getting a weird shade of red that must've meant he was flustered. He sure looked flustered.

I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him, and he relaxed a bit. His color slowly edged back to a more normal shade, comforting both me and him.

"Glenn? You know the terain better than anyone else. Where are we going first?" Rick turned to Glen and you could see him becoming nervous, being put under pressure was obviously not his strong suit.

"Well, Merle is closer, so we'll go there first." Glenn stated, you could see the nervous sweat starting to cover his face. Poor guy.

Daryl hitched his cross bow higher up on his shoulder and I removed my hand. As it fell back to my side Daryl looked at me, as if questioning why I moved my hand, but he remained silent.

"We're staying together. No splitting up." Rick ordered us.

We all nodded in unison. I grabbed my the bow and the sheath Rick had presented to me after I had been voted in. I slung the sheath on my back and pressed an arrow in to the bow, loading it before hand, just in case.

We slid into the city, past several groups of walkers. We scurried up the steps of the building in which Merle was supposedly on top of.

The door was unchained and when T-Dog saw this, he looked uneasy. Rick jammed the door open enough for us to slide through and one by one, we stepped on the roof.

Merle wasn't here. But others were, and they weren't walkers.

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