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Chapter 2

"I know this is hard, but I'm asking you not to panic! We know she was out there", the guy tells her. "We tracked her for a while", the other says. "We have to make this an organized effort. Daryl knows the woods better than anybody. I have asked him to oversee this", the first guy comments.

I stare at them for a moment as I reach up and take a hold of damien's hand. Damien looks down to me, but doesn't remove my hand from his."Who are they?", I ask him quietly, curiosity lacing my voice. "The one with the dirty white shirt is Rick Grimes, the man with the crossbow is Daryl Dixon", Damien replies to me. I nod my head a little.

"Is that ...Is that blood?", carol asks to Daryl. She looks about to break down. "We took down a walker", Daryl says to her adding, "there was no sign that it was anywhere near sophia".

"How can you know that?", andrea questions. "Cut the son of a bitch open...made sure", daryl responds. Carol sits on the metal side rail of the road and lori takes a seat next to her.

"How could you just leave her out there to begin with? How could you just leave her?", Carol questions. "Those two walkers were on us...I had to draw them off..It was her best chance", rick tells her. "He didn't have a choice carol", shane tells carol.

"How is she supposed to find her way back on her own? She's just a child", carol says as rick squats down, "She's just a child". "It was my only option..The only choice I could make", he says to her.

The guy walks off a few seconds later as andrea sits on the other side of carol. I watch him walk away as I continue to hold damien's hand. I kind of feel bad even though I'm new to these people.

He seemed to have really tried hard to search for carol's daughter.

Daryl looks at me and then to damien as he walks up.

"Hey, Damien. Who's this little girl?", he questions to damien. "I met her a while after the world went to shit and walkers were eating people and any living thing", damien tells daryl. "How so?", daryl wonders. Damien looks at me, but doesn't answer daryl.

The girl who first spoke to me earlier comes up to me. "Hey", she greets cheerfully. I look at her nervously. I know that I've met everyone, but I'm still shy. She must catch on to that because a few seconds later she gives me a small, friendly smile. "It must be a little weird being here with us, huh?", she wonders curiously.

I nod my head a little bit. "You're going to be okay. I promise", she tries to reassure to me adding, "you seem like a sweet young girl". A small, tentative smile makes its way to my face. She smiles a bit more.

"Daryl...........you asked how it was I had met her after all this started?", Damien questions to the man. Daryl gives a nod of his head. Everyone else watches me and Damien, wanting to know how we knew each other as well. Damien then begins telling them about it.

*Flashback*

I was being taken to a house. The grip on my arm hurts from how tight the person holds it. Tears were running down my face as I pleaded for the guy to let me go. We finally reached the house ten minutes later and he dragged me inside kicking the door shut with his foot.

"P-Please......let me go", I pleaded tears still going down my face. "Not going to happen", the man told me. I pulled again on my arm, trying to get out of his grip. The more I struggled and tugged on my arm with each step, the more frustrated and annoyed he got.

He turned to face me and his hand slapped harshly against my face. Pain flaring up a few seconds later. "Stop trying to get away", the man growls at me. Tears still continuously fall from my eyes, but that didn't stop me from trying.