~Peter's POV~

"Peter."

It was Rebel who had recognized me first. Just looking at her, you could see the regret that was burrowing in her eyes. I showed her no pity. She was the reason I was almost killed.

She was also the reason I met Clyde and Frankie. So at least she hadn't screwed everything over. For all I cared, that Redneck could go and get bit. Wouldn't matter in the slightest to me.

Rebel would eventually fall for me and all would work out.

Thinking about my future with Rebel made my thoughts round back to Clyde. She was certainly beautiful and she would have no trouble pairing off with someone from the group, but if all else failed, it would probably that kid's fault.

"What?" I snapped at her.

"Don't ye' talk to her like that!" The Redneck yelled at me angrily, his face tinging red.

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked intimidatingly, stepping through the doorway.

He raised his crossbow at me, moving his finger to hover over the trigger. Swiftly, he released the arrow and it soared through the air.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as the arrow hurtled toward me. I shut my eyes, waiting for the pain to hit.

~Rebel's POV~

"Peter! Oh my god!" It was Clyde.

Her annoyingly Australian voice got to me right away. Australian and the English rarely mixed. We got on their nerves and they got on our nerves. I could tell already she was going to be a bitch.

"What the hell?" She screamed at Daryl, her face becoming flustered.

I was confused as to why she was freaking out. Peter was fine. Daryl had purposely misfired and the arrow hit the door frame. Peter was in shock, but he wasn't hurt.

"Peter! Peter! Peter, are you okay?" Clyde kept asking him.

Peter didn't respond to her, he was obviously surprised that he wasn't dead. His eyes were wide and he had his jaw hanging down several inches.

Peter's hand fluttered to his heart and you could hear him breathing deeply. Clyde was still freaking out and I almost started laughing. You could see Daryl trying to suppress a smile and even Rick was snickering.

"You wankers!" Clyde yelled at us.

She pulled the arrow out of the door frame and snapped it in half, throwing it at a now guffawing Daryl. I gave in and started laughing, getting to the point of clutching my stomach in pain.

"That filthy piece of rubbish almost killed a man and you lot are laughing at Peter?" Clyde asked furiously.

Through the laughter we managed to nod our heads and shake even harder when she put her hands on Peter's shoulders and started to shake him violently.

"What's going on?" A small voice asked.

The voice made me freeze. This was no unfamiliar voice. This voice belonged to the person that had ruined sleepovers and secret sharing time. It had bothered us to the point of yelling and throwing pillows at it.

This was the voice of Yasmine's younger brother, Frankie.

I turned back towards the door and watched Frankie's eyes widen in recognition. You could see the glassy look coating his eyes and he stepped across the threshold, stepping closer to me and the group.

"Rebel?" he asked me innocently.

"Frankie," I smiled.

He ran towards me and jumped on my legs, sending us both to the ground. He laughed and buried his face in my flaxen hair. I felt drops of liquid hitting my shoulder and I knew he was crying out of happiness.

"You're alive!" he screamed into my shoulder.

I laughed and pushed him off of me, "You really doubt me that much?" I asked, pretending to be offended

He laughed and tugged on a strand of my hair like he always used to when he wanted something that only I could give him.

"How do you know her, Frankie?" Clyde asked him.

"She's my sister's friend!" Frankie told her.

"You never told me you had a sister." Clyde accused him, menacingly.

"Hey. Back off, he didn't have to tell you every detail of his life." I snapped at her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "That was an agreement for him staying with me. No secrets and he tells me his story. No sister was ever mentioned."

I rolled my eyes, "What was he doing? Applying for a job?" I retorted sarcastically.

"Might've well as been." Daryl said dryly.

Clyde huffed at the two of us and held out her arms expectantly.

"Come on, Frankie." She turned to Rick, "You said you would leave us alone. When Peter responds again, I will let him leave if he wants too. Have a nice day."

Frankie left my arms, leaving me feeling cold and alone. He followed Clyde into the house, tugging a stumbling Peter behind him.

She slammed the door and you could hear the combat group moving back to the car. We had chosen a house near the lake so we could have both drinking water and a food source.

We had blocked the hole we dug with rocks so if needed, we could get in and out of the neighborhood. We had also opened the gate and driven the RV to the fence closest to us so we could still keep an eye out.

Yasmine had boasted about the lake several times, claiming there were rare species of fish in there that were supposed to taste better than Italian Sushi. That had always made me laugh, considering there was no such thing.

Which, apparently, was the point.

Rick pulled the delivery van up to the large house we had chose. It was more of a mansion. Unlike all the other houses, it had a large palladium fence surrounding like the neighborhood did, but this was see-through.

It obscured your vision, warping the world around it and giving it a yellowish tint. Instead of the lake being a crystal colored blue, it was a muddy brown color, making it look ugly and unappealing.

We had checked the water lines and they had worked fine, but we were trying to use them as little as possible. Showering and cooking were the only exceptions.

I slammed the car door and walked in through the gates, entering a special code that hadn't taken long to figure out. '001100'.

Yasmine had also boasted that the mayor had lived in this house and that she knew the code, but wouldn't tell, because she was the mayor's secretary. I'm fairly sure that she had been doing more than paperwork for him.

I closed the door behind me, leaving the men to the patroling and talking over what they should do about Clyde, Peter and Frankie.

"What happened? Is anyone hurt?" Lori asked me frantically.

She really was getting on my nerves. Stupid pregnant woman. Hormonal, bitchy and completely fake.

Everyone knew she had screwed Shane except Rick. He was completely driven by love and was blind to practically everything else.

Fool.

"No. No one is hurt. It's just a woman and a small boy. Nothing interesting." I lied.

"You're not telling us everything." Dale said simply, reading an worn copy of 'To Kill A Mockingbird'.

I huffed at him and he sighed, trying to get me to spill what I knew.

"They have Peter. They found him in the woods, apparently. He's fine and Daryl almost shot him, but he missed on purpose. She said she would let him leave once he regained focus, he's kind of in shock."

Lori and Carol stared at me wide eyed and I sighed, heading upstairs to my designated room. Dale had teased me after finding out that Daryl and I would be sharing a room.....and a bed.

I didn't find it a big deal. It's not like I was going to let anything happen. We had slept in the same sleeping bag before, he was making a bigger fuss over it than necessary.

It's not like we had a shortage of rooms, there was enough to accommodate at least 40 to 50 people. Daryl had just grunted when I had asked him about it, so I went along with it.

I grabbed a towel out of the supply closet and skipped into the ensuite of the dark-wallpapered room, hoping for a nice, hot shower.

I closed the door behind me and locked it, setting the towel on the counter and turning towards the shower.

In it was a walker.

A very dead, ripped-apart person.

A strangled scream tore it's way out of my throat and I backed against the wall.

The thing opened it's eyes and reached a hand out towards me. The body had lost it's legs and arms and the body was left in the tub. It was full of a liquid that was staining the claw foot tub a light pink.

It was just then that the smell of blood hit my nose and I retched, trying to block out the horrid scent.

A pounding on the door started and I heard Daryl's rough voice yelling at me through the thin piece of wood.

I moved slowly and unlocked the door before backing up against the counter again. The body of the walker let out a long groan as Daryl entered the room, enticed with the smell of human flesh.

"Ye' okay?" he asked me quietly and I nodded.

He raised his crossbow, sending the arrow straight into the walker's soft skull.

Daryl pulled me into a large hug and I let out a sob.

That person was Yasmine's mother.

I had always thought of her as my mother and my heart hurt at the thought that she never got to see her baby boy again.

"Hey. It's s'okay." Daryl said, rubbing my back soothingly.

"Why does everyone I love have to leave me?" I sobbed.

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Picture on the side is something I found funny because Lori as a bitchin' mother, keep it up.

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