Rick and Lori sat next to Carl's bed telling stories about Shane and Raven back in high school. The two troublemakers.

"Lori, did you...I mean, it was Legendary. Did you ever hear about the time Shane and Raven stole Kingsley's car. Shane was always a bad influence on Raven. When they first adopted her she was shy and quiet. But Shane broke her out of that shell. Those two were unstoppable, always causing problems. Causing trouble. They were good at it." Rick said to Lori.

"Yeah." She said with a light laugh.

"The principal's car right out of the teachers lot in the middle of a school day. Shane and Raven steps out of lunch makes a beeline to Kingsley's Hyundai..." Rick paused and laughed.

"Shane wires the ignition, Raven kept lookout. Once he got it started she hopped in and he peels out, drives down Dylan Drive to that chicken farm out there. You've heard this before, right? So he pulls into one of the big holding pens. Kingsley, he waxed that thing every month; Had the auto shop vacuum it out every week. Shane, he parks it in this huge pen with a couple of hundred Rhode Island Reds. Him and Raven bust open bags of seed in the backseat, rows down all the windows, and then starts sprinting back to school. It's three miles away, easy. They're back in time to finish their sandwiches before the bell. And then the bell rings. Shane and Raven get up and when they run into Kingsley in the hallway Shane looks out the window and says, "Principal Kingsley, your coupe's gone."." Rick paused again to laugh at the memory.

"Coupe, like chicken coop." He said.

"I get it." Lori said, holding her son's hand.

"Of course you do. You've heard this story 1000 times. What you said before, You're right. Shane's gonna make it back with what the doctor needs. He'll make it back." Rick said to Lori.

"Hershel said you need to eat." Lori said worried about her husband

"Carl's gonna be alright." He said to her.

"Please, for me. You've got to keep your strength up." Lori begged her husband. He sighed and ate the sandwich Maggie brought him. They both watched over their son. While they watched their son Hershel tended to Raven's wounds. He had found pieces of bullet stuck inside her side; one of the pieces was stopping her from bleeding out since it was stuck in an artery which was why she was bleeding as badly as she was bleeding in the first place.

"She needs blood. Or she might now make it through the night." Hershel told Maggie.

"This makes no sense. The guy who said he was her blood type seemed worried about her. How could he let her die like this." Maggie said looking down at Raven.

"People do strange things, sweetheart." He told her and he left, leaving Maggie to watch over Raven.

Out in the RV Daryl was laying on the floor of the RV trying to get some sleep but he couldn't. His mind was racing about the girl he was letting die all because Carol didn't want to leave. He also couldn't sleep because Carol was crying all night long and Andrea was fucking around with her gun. Daryl gave up and decided he would go out looking for Sophia to get his mind off everything.

"I need my clip now." He said to Andrea. She handed it to him and he popped it into his gun.

"I'm gonna walk the road, look for the girl." He told Andrea before walking out of the RV.

"I'm coming too." Andrea said to Daryl, closing the door to the RV.

"I'm going for a walk and shining some light in the forest. If she's out there, give her something to look at." Daryl told Dale who was keeping watch and then he walked off down the road.

"You think that's a good idea right now?" Dale asked

"Dale." Andrea said and she walked ahead of Daryl. The two walked off up the road and through the forest a part they hadn't searched before. They walked around the forest for a while in silence till Andrea finally spoke up.

"You really think we're gonna find Sophia?" Andrea said to Daryl.

"You got that look on your face the same as everybody else. The hell's wrong with you people? We just started lookin'." Daryl said, getting frustrated.

"Well, do you?" She asked him.

"It ain't the mountains of Tibet. It's Georgia. She could be holed up in a farmhouse somewhere. People get lost and they survive. It happens all the time." He told her defending his reasoning for looking for Sophia.

"She's only 12." Andrea said, trying to shoot him down.

"Hell, I was younger than her and I got lost. Nine days in the woods eating berries, wiping my ass with poison oak." Daryl told her. He paused realizing he had said his nickname for a girl he had fallen for. A girl he was letting die.

"They found you?" She said in surprise, pulling Daryl out of his thoughts.

"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in Juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back though. Going straight into the kitchen made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched something awful." He finished telling his story and Andrea laughed at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that is a terrible story." She apologized but continued to laugh Daryl laughed as well.

"Only difference is Sophia's got people looking for her. I call that an advantage." He told Andrea and she nodded slightly agreeing with him.

"What about Raven?" Andrea said after a second.

"You know that she's dying and yet here you are wandering the woods looking for a little girl." She stopped walking and shined her flashlight on him.

"Raven, she can take care of herself. She's a lot stronger than any of you know." He told her and continued walking.

"She may be strong but what happens if we get there tomorrow and she's dead? We've all seen how you look at her. Are you really ready for her to die?" Andrea asked him, hoping to get some sort of emotion out of the blue eyed stone man.

"We're just close friends. We are both outcasts and can't stand any of you guys so we work well." He said quickly, wanting to change the subject. But deep down he was scared to lose her and he knew Andrea was right. He was letting her bleed out and die just to look for a little girl that he wasn't even sure was alive. He knew he should be there with Raven. Helping her but, something in him wouldn't let him. He was scared that she was going to die before he got that chance to talk to her or even tell her how he really felt. He quickly shook his head, erasing the thoughts of her from his mind. He tried his best to just focus on the task at hand.

Daryl and Andrea stumbled up on a small campsite. Daryl readied his crossbow and continued to walk forward ready to fire at anyone or anything. They could hear the tree rustling so they walked over and found a walker hanging from a noose.

"What the hell? 'Got bit, Fever hit, World gone to shit, Might as well quit.' Dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait. And a mess." Daryl said, looking at the walker that was groaning and trying to reach for them. Andrea groaned trying to keep herself from puking.

"You all right?" Daryl asked her.

"Trying not to puke." She told him truthfully.

"Go ahead if you gotta." Daryl told her looking back at the walker.

"No, I'm fine. Let's just talk about something else for a minute. How'd you learn to shoot?" She asked Daryl as she slowly stood back up.

"Gotta eat. That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been to food since he turned. Look at 'em. Hanging up there like a big piñata. The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs." Daryl said shining the light on the walkers leg bones. That was all it took to push Andrea over the edge. She puked up whatever she was able to eat that day.

"I thought we were changing the subject." Andrea asked the redneck.

"Call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass." Daryl said to her looking back at the walker.

"There wasn't a lot that came up." She said looking down at the ground. Daryl just huffed and turned around.

"Let's head back." He said walking back the way they came.

"Aren't you gonna?" Andrea said pointing her light at the walker in the tree.

"No. He ain't hurtin nobody. Ain't gonna waste an arrow either. He made his choice, opted out. Let him hang." Daryl told Andrea. She ignored him and walked closer to the walkers. It started to freak out trying to reach out with all its might to get to Andrea. Daryl watched her study the walker and walked over to her.

"You wanna live now or not? It's just a question." Daryl asked her now standing right in front of her.

"An answer for an arrow. Fair?" Andrea told him. Daryl nodded in agreement.

"I don't know if I wanna live or if I have to or if it's just a habit." Andrea said, answering Daryl's previous question.

"Not much of an answer." He told her then shot the walker in the head with his bolt.

"Waste of an arrow." Daryl said before making his way back to the highway with Andrea in tow.

At the farm house Lori and Rick heard a motorcycle and car approaching the house. Glenn and T-dog parked the vehicles next to a tree outside and walked up the porch steps.

"So do we ring the bell? I mean it looks like people live here." Glenn said unsure of what to do at this point.

"We're past this kind of stuff, aren't we? Having to be considerate." T-dog said walking up the steps.

"Did you close the gate up the roads when you drove in?" Maggie asked the new comers as she sat in an old green rocking chair.

"Uh. Hi. Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything. Hello. Nice to see you again. We met briefly before." Glenn said, all nervous.

"Look, we came to help. Anything we can do?" T-dog said as his fever returned. Maggie looked down at T-dogs gash in his forearm.

"It's not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though." T-dog said, defending himself.

"We'll have it looked at. I'll tell them you're here. Is that guy coming anytime soon? The one with O neg blood?" Maggie said, looking at Glenn.

"Oh.Um. Yeah he said he would be here first thing tomorrow. Also we have some painkillers and antibiotics." Maggie's face dropped.

"Thank you for the pills they will help but, my dad said she probably won't last the night. We've had to bring her back twice now. I don't know how much longer she can hold out." Maggie said, opening the door.

"You're talking about Raven. Right? Where is she? Can we see her?" Glenn said. Raven had grown on everyone in the group she always chose others over herself. The group understood that. Maggie nodded.

"She's upstairs you can see her after we look at his arm and check in on Carl. Come on inside and I'll make you something to eat." Maggie said entering the house.

Once inside they first went to check on Carl.

"Hey." Glenn said, taking off his hat.

"Hey." Rick responded by rubbing his eyes.

"Um, we're here, okay?" Glenn told the hurting family.

"Thank you." Lori said, giving him a soft smile.

"Whatever you need." T-dog said before him and Glenn left the room. Maggie took them to the kitchen where she looked at T-dog's arm and made the boys something to eat. In the bedroom Hershel was worrying about the child whose stomach was stretched out to look like he was 5 months pregnant.

"They don't get back soon, we're gonna have a decision to make." Hershel told the couple sitting in front of him.

"And that is?" Rick asked him.

"Whether to operate on your boy without the respirator." Hershel advised them.

"You said that wouldn't work." Lori told him to remind him of what had previously said.

"I know. It's extremely unlikely. But we can't wait much longer." He explained to Rick and Lori. Lori jumped up and walked out of the room and Rick followed him. Lori was standing on the porch when Rick approached her.

"Maybe this isn't a world for children anymore." Lori said as Rick approached her.

"Yeah well, we have a child. Carl is here in this world now. So..." Rick told her not sure what Lori was meaning but she cut him off.

"Maybe he shouldn't be. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be." Lori said, her voice shaking as tears peaked her eyes.

"You can't mean that." Rick said, trying to reason with her. She just looked at him with seriousness in her face.

"Okay. All right. I can understand that thought crossing your mind." He said, trying to get inside his wife's head.

"It didn't cross my mind, Rick. I can't stop thinking about it. Why do we want Carl to live in this world? To have this life? So he can see more people torn apart in front of him? So that he can be hungry and scared for however long he has before he... So he can run and run and run and run and then even if he survives he ends up...He ends up just another animal who doesn't know anything except survival? If he...if he dies tonight, it ends for him. Tell me why it would be better another way." Lori choked back tears as she explained her reasoning to Rick. Rick just paced around listening to his wife. "What changed?" He asked her.

"What?"

"Jenner offered us a way out. You asked him to let us keep trying. You begged him. "For as long as we can," You said. What changed?" Rick asked his wife not wanting to believe that his own wife would rather have her son die instead of trying everything they could to keep him alive.

"There was a moment the other day...it was just a second but, I forgot Jacqui was dead. I turned around, I wanted to tell her something. I almost said her name. It was just a second and that I remembered. But then I realized she didn't have to see any of it. The highway, the herds, Sophia, Carl getting shot...she didn't...She doesn't have to be afraid anymore. Hungry. Angry. It hasn't stopped happening, Rick. It's like we live with a knife at our throats every second of every day. But Jacqui doesn't. Not anymore. And then... I thought, "Maybe Jenner was right." " Lori told Rick not knowing how he would respond. This was their usual argument. Her yelling and him just listening and hearing her out. But this new world changed him.

"I don't accept that. I can't accept that. That man surrendered. It doesn't matter what he said. None of it. You really think it would be better if Carl...If we just gave up?" Rick asked his wife, not wanting to give up their only child, their only child.

"Tell me why it would be better the other way. Please." She begged her husband. They stood there in silence for a moment and then Rick headed back into the house.

"I'm..gonna check on Raven." He told her before walking back into the house and up to where Raven was.

He sat next to her bed just talking to her. She was always the best at listening. He knew that he could go to Shane if he needed advice but Raven, she never said anything she just listened.

"Raven, I...I don't know what to do. Lori thinks Carl would be better if he was...dead." He took a deep breath and reached for the girl's hand. It was a ghostly white and slightly cold.

"I'm not cut out to be the leader of this group. Maybe you, Shane, hell ever Daryl would be better. I'm scared sis." He looked up at her pale face, sweat beading up on her brow. He reached over and grabbed a cloth and dapped her head.

"Shane still isn't back. Carl is on the edge of death. Which I bet you know how that feels. You're lying here bleeding out just because the group can't leave without Sophia. I'm sorry I let this happen to you. Raven, I need you. You've always helped me through things like this, even if you just listened. I miss you. You better keep fighting." Rick said before kissing the top of her head and walking back down the stairs.

"How is she?" Lori asked him.

"Not good." He said, sighing.

"I wish Daryl would get here sooner."

"Me too." He told her. They sat on the floor in silence for about 10-15 minutes. They jumped up to the sound of Carl waking up and coughing. They rushed to his side as Hershel stood up giving the boy space. Carl started to freak out not knowing where he was. His mom and dad leaned over him trying to calm him and comfort him.

"Where are we?" He asked his parents.

"Hey, little man. That's Hershel. We're in his house. You had an accident. All right?" Rick answered his son's questions.

"It hurts, a lot." Carl said looking down at his gunshot wound.

"Oh baby, I know. I know." Lori said holding Carl's Han and stroking his head.

"You should have seen it." Carl said to his mom.

"What?" She asked him.

"The deer. It was so pretty, mom. It was so close. Aunt Raven said we could get closer. I've never been..." Carl was cut off by his body as he breathed out his parents thought he was dead.

"Carl?" His father said.

"What's happening?" Lori asked Hershel. That's when his body started to shake violently he was having a massive seizure. Rick tried to hold him down but Hershel stopped him.

"Don't. It's a seizure. If you hold him down, you could hurt him." Hershel said, rolling the boy on his side.

"You can't stop it?" Lori said scared for her son.

"He has to just go through it." Hershel told her. Rick hugged Lori as she cried and the boy continued to shake. Once Carl stopped shaking Hershel checked his pulse and his parents returned to his side.

"His brain isn't getting enough blood. His pressures are bottoming. He needs another transfusion." Hershel said out loud.

"Okay, I'm ready." Rick said willing to do anything for his son.

"If I take anymore out of you your body could shut down you could go into a coma. Or cardiac arrest." He told Rick.

"You're wasting time." Rick said, holding out his arm and sitting down in the chair by his son's bed. Hershel grabbed the transfusion equipment and began. Rick had tears in his eyes as he watched his own blood flow to his son.

In the kitchen Patrica was stitching up T-dogs arm "You got here right in time. This couldn't go untreated much longer." Patrica told him. Glenn was standing by the door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"'Merle Dixon.' Is that your friend with the antibiotics?" Patrica asked.

"No, ma'am. Merle's no longer with us. Daryl gave us those...his brother." Glenn explained.

"Not sure I'd call him a friend." T-dog told Patricia.

"He is today. This doxycycline might have just saved your life. You know what Merle was taking it for?" She said as she kept stitching and T-dog kept groaning.

"The clap. Um, venereal disease. That's what Daryl said." Glenn answered.

"I'd say Merle Dixon's clap was the best thing to ever happen to you." Patrica said, looking at T-dog.

"I'm really trying not to think about that." T-dog said through his groans, Glenn couldn't take it anymore so he left to the front porch. Maggie followed him out as Patricia finished with T-dog.

"Are you praying?" Maggie asked Glenn.

"Why do you sneak up on people so much?" Glenn asked her, rubbing his face.

"You're easy to sneak up on." She answered him.

"I was praying. I was trying to." Glenn answered her earlier question.

"You religious? You pray a lot?" Maggie began to interrogate Glenn.

"Actually this is my first try."

"Ever?" Glenn nodded in response.