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OCTAVIA woke up with a start.

She groaned and rolled over, almost falling off the bed in the process. She looked over at a chair that was in the room and saw the outfit that Beth had brought by laying on it. The shirt was plaid, black and white, the jeans were black high waisted jeans, and a new set of underwear, and a bra.

She walked into the bathroom with the clothes in hand, and she tried to think about the last time she took a shower which was at the CDC which was about a week ago.

Shivering in disgust, she stripped from her clothes and jumped into the shower. She lathered her with blueberry smelling shampoo and conditioner before scrubbing her body, being careful of her wound.

Once done, she wrapped a towel around her body, and got out of the shower.

She quickly got into her new outfit, tying her combat boots on. She's had them since forever, but there was no way in hell that she would get rid of them.

Glancing at the door, she made sure no one was heard coming towards the room before she slipped her hand underneath the nightstand, taking out a dagger she had hidden.

Sighing, she was happy to have hidden some of her weapons around the room, because if she didn't do that, she had a feeling Shane would've taken every bit of them. It was also a good thing she had hidden all of her supernatural killing weapons, including holy water, and other things of the sort.

Making her way outside, she spotted Rick approaching the group, so she quickly scurried after him, while holding her side.

"Morning, guys. Let's get going. We've got a lot of ground to cover," Rick announced when he approached the group, the map in hand. "All right, everyone's getting new search grids today. If she made it as far as the farmhouse Daryl found, she might have gone further east than we've been so far," He explained as he pointed at a place on the map.

"I'd like to help," A voice announced. They turned around and was met by Jimmy. "I know the area pretty well and stuff."

"Hershel's okay with this?" Rick asked, looking doubtful.

"Yeah, yeah," He said a little too quickly. "He said I should ask you."

Octavia rolled her eyes, knowing the kid was lying, but wasn't going to say anything because it wasn't her business.

"All right then. Thanks," Rick said, looking back to the map.

"Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me. Anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse," The annoying voice of Shane told the group, sitting down in the car, the door open, and his feet hanging out.

"Anybody includes her, right?" Octavia asked, looking to Daryl for confirmation.

"Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high," Daryl told them, looking at her while he lifted his hand up, and measured it to his waist.

"It's a good lead," Octavia announced, shrugging, already thinking about the route she was gonna take.

"Maybe we'll pick up her trail again." Rick leaned on the truck, looking to Daryl.

"No 'maybe' about it. I'm gonna borrow a horse," Daryl said, shaking his head. "Head up to this ridge right here, take a bird's-eye view of the whole grid. If she's up there, I'll spot her," He explained, pointing to a part on the map.

"Good idea," T-dog said with his head tilted. "Maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there too," He told Daryl which made Octavia's eyes widen in surprise as she quickly looked to Daryl.

"Chupacabra?" Rick asked incredulously.

"You never heard this?" Dale asked, unzipping the bag of guns. "Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time when he went squirrel hunting and he saw a chupacabra," He explained, handing Rick his rifle.

Daryl nodded his head in confirmation.

Octavia furrowed her eyebrows in thought. She couldn't believe he saw one of those ugly little things. They usually stay near the Mexico border.

Jimmy started chuckling a little, making Daryl look at him. "What are you braying at, jackass?" He asked with a glare.

"You believe in a blood-sucking dog?" Rick asked and Daryl shrugged, scratching his nose.

"Do you believe dead people walking around?" Daryl asked in retaliation.

Octavia snorted at that, smirking in amusement as Daryl turned to her with a harsh look.

Jimmy reached for the rifle, and Rick was quick to stop him. "Ever fire one before?" Rick asked him with a disbelieving expression on his face as he grabbed the rifle from Jimmy.

"Well, if I'm going out, I want one," Jimmy told him, standing tall.

"Yeah, and people in hell want slurpees," Daryl said, swinging his crossbow over his shoulder before walking away.

"I don't think so," Octavia disagreed before turning to Rick. "Hey. I'm going out on my own. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Hey!" Rick shouted after her as she began walking away from him. He walked up to her, placing his hand on her shoulder which she quickly shrugged off with a wide eyed look. "Sorry." He cleated his throat before placing his hands on his hips. "Did Hershel say you could leave the house?"

Octavia scoffed. "He's not my dad," she spat, her lips curling up in distaste as she thought back to her dad. He might've never laid a hand on her or her brother's, but he mentally abused them, and made them fend for themselves. "And even if he was my father, he wouldn't care if I left."

"What does that mean?"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "I'm going whether you like it or not," she told him before turning her back to him.

Rick sighed, watching her walk away before he yelled out, "Be careful!"

She didn't answer, she only gave a thumbs up, and continued walking towards the woods.

While she was looking for Sophia, she couldn't help but think back on her words that she told Rick. She felt like a hypocrite because, even though her dad was a terrible father, someone who did mentally abuse them, she loved him so much. She was a daddy's girl, and when he died, it felt like her heart was stabbed with a stake, leaving some splinters behind. It still felt like that sometimes.

As she was walking, a twig snapped from behind her, bringing her out of her depressing thoughts.

She whipped around to come face to face with a walker in a ripped purple dress. It looked like the kind of dress you would wear to prom.

Snarling, she reached for Octavia who stepped forward, kicked her foot out, and knocked the walker on it's ass. She stepped on it's chest, pushing it down so that it was laying on it's back. She then yanked out her dagger, reached forward, and stabbed the walker in the head with her trusty dagger.

Dusting off her pants, she ventured further into the woods.

Wiping her bloody dagger on her pants, Octavia stepped over a fallen branch, and when she went to make a turn, something jumped onto her, making her fall forward, landing harshly on her face.

"Son of a bitch!" She yelled out, her dagger falling from her hand, skidding down a small hill. "Fuck!"

"Winchester!" A voice hissed in her ear before she was roughly turned over, a hand wrapped around her throat, and an angry face appeared right in front of her. "Why do you have to ruin everything?!"

Octavia's eyes widened as she reached up, trying to pry the hands off around her neck. She opened her mouth, gasping for air as the girl tightened her hands around her neck.

"I'm just hungry! So hungry!" She shouted, a growl rippling through her throat. "I need to eat!" Her eyes shined a dull golden color.

Octavia gasped before narrowing her eyes. "Well, you won't be eating my heart, Werebitch!" She let out a strangled growl before kicking out her feet, sending the girl flying backwards, hitting a tree.

Standing up as quickly as she should, Octavia came face to face with a blonde girl who had canines, claws, and glowing eyes.

Growling, the werewolf launched herself at Octavia, but the raven haired girl slid to the side, avoiding being hit. The girl turned around just in time for Octavia to go for the attack. She punched, kicked, scratched, and head-butted.

Suddenly, the girl growled so loud that it startled any birds that were nearby before she grabbed a handful of Octavia's dark hair, throwing her down like a rag doll.

"I am so going to enjoy this," the werewolf spat, smirking down at Octavia who was gasping in shock at the sudden action.

Then, her eyes snapped up to stare the girl in the eyes. "And I'm going to enjoy this," Octavia spat, her hand reaching out for her trusty dagger which was in her range now. She gripped her and thrusted it into the werewolf's stomach.

The werewolf gasped, letting go of the grip she had on Octavia. She started crackling before she looked back at Octavia. "Only silver can kill me."

Octavia grinned. "I know." She twisted the dagger, making the girl let out a scream of pain before Octavia kicked her in the chest, all the while, pulling out the dagger. She flipped her legs and she did a front flip so she was now standing on her feet.

"You bitch!" The girl growled, standing up, her mouth open in a snarl, allowing her canines to be seen more easily. "I am so going to relish in killing a Winchester, especially you."

Octavia shrugged, getting into a defensive stance. "Let's see you try."

They both charged at each other, Octavia swiping her dagger at the werewolf as the girl swiped her claws. They were just going around in a circle, watching for each other's weaknesses.

Then, seeing a shot, Octavia took it, she swiped the dagger, and the girl jumped away to avoid it, but she was a little too slow. The dagger skidded down the long sleeve she was wearing, cutting it down to her elbow. A little blood then started to drip slowly down her arm, onto the ground, making Octavia smirk in satisfaction. At least she had grazed her.

"Why won't you just give up?" Octavia asked, huffing in annoyance as they went half to circling each other. "We both know you'll die."

The girl snorted, cracking her neck. "I'll kill you first."

The werewolf jumped forward, a growl rippling through her chest as she swiped at Octavia who swiftly turned around just in time to catch her hand. She swiftly flipped them around where she had the girl's arm behind her back. Though, before anything could be done, the girl flipped them back around again, and shoved Octavia forward into a tree.

Growling in annoyance, Octavia caught herself on the tree and turned around, her jaw clenched. "Okay. That's it." She pushed herself from the tree, and ran towards the girl with a scream of rage.

The werewolf's eyes widened in surprise and horror, and because he was distracted, she was too late to see the blow that Octavia sent her way. Octavia had stabbed her in the heart with the dagger, knowing fully well that it wouldn't do much damage.

Growling, the girl flung out her hand, punching Octavia in the face, sending the Winchester reeling.

Holding up her hand to her lip, Octavia hissed as she felt pain burst from it. Lowering her hand, she saw blood on it.

Looking up, she caught the dagger that the girl was about to stab her with, and she kicked the girl in the stomach, again. The girl landed on the ground, and Octavia landed on her with a loud war yell. She pressed the dagger against the girls neck and started pushing it downwards.

Grunting, she put all her strength and body weight into pushing the dagger through the girls neck.

After letting out a louder yell, a loud crunching noise was heard as the dagger went through the girls neck, blood spraying up all over Octavia's face.

Sighing, she rolled off of the girl, closing her eyes for a second. That was her first actual fight against a monster since the beginning of the apocalypse, and she felt so out of shape.

"Fuck!" She groaned, sitting up, pain all of a sudden shooting up from her hip, reminding her of the gunshot wound she had. "Ugh! I totally forgot about you," she complained, knowing fully well that she had pulled the stitches.

The adrenaline she felt through the fight must've hid the pain that was spreading up from her hip, holding her off long enough to kill the werewolf.

Standing up with the help from a tree, she groaned, closing her eyes, knowing that she was going to get yelled out by Hershel who had warned her to not leave the house.

Rolling her eyes, she started her trek back towards the farm house, dreading the confrontation.

WALKING towards the farm house, everyone outside paused and turned towards the girl who was limping, groaning, and covered in blood.

"Octavia!" Rick gasped, running towards her, grabbing her shoulders, looking her up and down with worried eyes. "What happened."

"I had a little trouble with a walker," she grunted out, lying. "I tripped and fell down a hill which ripped open my stitches."

"And your lip?" Andrea asked, looking at the girl with narrowed eyes.

Octavia hissed, almost falling forward if it wasn't for Rick and Glenn who grabbed ahold of her. "I face-planted into a rock." She groaned, closing her eyes. "Can someone just take me inside so I can get my wound checked on?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Both Rick and Glenn helped her into the house which made the Greene family gasp and run towards her with wide eyes.

"What happened?"

"Problem with a walker," Rick simply explained. "She tore up her stitches."

"I told you not to leave the house!" Hershel sternly said, making Octavia roll her eyes in annoyance before she was moved to the room she was staying in. "Put her down on the bed and leave her to me."

Once she sat down on the bed, all the others left, leaving her with a passed off Hershel.

"You should've known I was gonna not listen to you, old man," Octavia told him, shrugging, but she was stopped mid-action when he poured rubbing alcohol on her wound, making her hiss loudly.

He didn't say anything, only cleaning her wound, and took out the old stitches which left her clawing at the blanket that was splayed across the bed.

"Son of a-" She let out a small yell as Hershel pulled the thread through her wound. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"It's infected now because of your little venture through the woods," Hershel spoke, not looking up at her as he continued stitching up her wound. "This is your fault."

Octavia closed her eyes and hissed. "This may hurt, but it's nothing compared to anything else i've been through."

Hershel looked up at her as he tightened the stitches, watching the look in her eyes as she spoke. "I saw the way you tensed up when I yelled at you earlier," he changed the subject as he went back to looking down at the wound, faintly seeing a scar a little above it.

Octavia furrowed her eyebrows before she recalled the moment. "Yeah, so?"

"I used to do that, too when I was around your age," he simply said, cutting off the extra length of the thread which meant he was almost done with taking care of the wound.

Octavia looked down at him for a second before gulping, looking away, recalling more memories that left her feeling weak and pathetic. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.

"No need to lie." Hershel placed some guaze over the wound before placing a wrap on it, going around her waist to make sure it was secure. "My father used to beat me."

Octavia's eyes widened before she started to violently shake her head. "My dad didn't hurt me," she told him, sighing as she pulled her shirt down once Hershel stood up.

"But, someone did," Hershel simply said before walking away, leaving Octavia alone with her thoughts which wasn't a good idea.