Florence went scavenging around the cars, alone and at night. Everyone was sleeping, she couldn't and needed to find stuff. The brunette looked through a car, she sat in it and closed the door, just in case anything came. A smile appeared on her face seeing a bag full of weapons, the brunette zipped it up and placed it over her shoulders. Silently, she hopped out of the car and started looking for something. A muffled yelp escaped her lips as she was pressed against a car, her hands behind her back. 

The fear disappeared as quickly as it came once she was let go, Florence turned around and glared at Daryl realising it was him who grabbed her. 

"You trying to get yourself killed!" He hissed, the girl shook her head, glancing down and sighed. 

"I found some weapons, I was going to look for some other things before I came back." Daryl shook his head, grabbed the bag from her hands and grabbed her arm, dragging her back to camp. 

"No more running, ya gonna get yourself killed." 

"And you? You keep running!" She hissed, shaking her head as he didn't answer at first and yet allowed him to take her back to camp. 

"I know what I'm doing, I've been doing this since I was a kid, you on the other hand don't." That silenced her, Daryl made sure she stayed in the RV and let her have the bag to keep. Florence stayed in the RV, looking at her items and started making it easier for her to hold. 

They were driving out of the city, Daryl in the lead with his motorcycle, Mason watched as Florence looked at the weapons she took, the girl was lucky it came with a belt. As Dale drove the RV, she stood up, placed it around her waist and placed what she could in the belt. She could fit, a tomahawk, a dagger and a gun in the belt and she held her spear in her hand. 

Florence glanced at the road as they slowed down, sighing as she saw all the cars and squinted as they slowly tried going through all the cars. She jumped as the steam rushed out of the engine, she stepped into the sun and started looking at each car. A sob escaped her lips as she saw a little baby in a car seat, dead and not moving. The girl carefully picked it up and grabbed a shovel from the RV, she quickly made a while and buried the baby. 

The girl glanced to see Daryl looking at her, she gave a faint smile and continued to look at the cars. Florence moved closer to him, helping him with the fuel and did her best to help with gathering everything. Florence grabbed a set of keys from a car, opened the boot and went to grab a jerry can from the back. 

Her heartbeat quickened as she heard the familiar shuffle and groans of the walkers. Florence grabbed her spear, tapped him on the back and watched as he nodded, placing a finger to his lips. He pointed to the boot of the car, the girl nodded and got in, grabbing the cloth he wrapped around the clip and pulling it down, keeping it closed just enough so she wouldn't be seen and so she could get out. 

The brunette listened to the shuffles and growls as the herd walked past, hitting the car, causing it to shake around. Florence clenched her eyes shut as she felt the lid go down further and hoped that the walker the lurked wouldn't realise she was in there. Eventually, it shuffled away, giving her some peace of mind.

"Florence," Daryl whispered, rhythmically tapping the metal of the car she was in. The girl got out with his help, Florence sat by T-Dog's side, doing what she could to patch him up. The girl knew how to do medical things, she didn't know what to say to make Carol feel better. There wasn't anything that could be said, so she continued to focus on helping the man. 

"Stop moving, you'll make the wound bigger." She hissed, getting Mason to hold his arm down. After stitching the wound up, the girl glanced to see Carl walking over with a big item in his arms. 

"Whatcha got there?" Carl shrugged lightly, clearly bummed out by what happened previously. 

"Bunch of stuff, there's a hatchet and some other stuff." 

"That's great, really good of you to find all of that." Carl smiled proudly, his mood being lifted up. 

"There, you're all done," T-Dog grumbled, muttering thanks and walked out. Mason handed the girl a water bottle, smiling lightly and they stepped outside to continue gathering everything. The sun was going down, Rick and Daryl hadn't come back and Carol was still waiting for them to return with her little girl. 

"I can't imagine what she's feeling," Florence whispered, feeling awful for the woman, losing her kid. In this world? It would have to be terrifying. Rick and Daryl returned without the girl, she glanced at the floor, feeling bad for the woman and stepped away to give her some space. Florence glanced at Shane who held out his hand, the girl looked at him as if he were stupid and raised an eyebrow. 

"Give me the gun." 

"No." 

"What did you say?" He questioned, walking closer the girl grabbed her spear and held the pointy end to his throat. 

"Move any closer-" The girl didn't know what to threaten him with, which gave Shane the advantage he needed. 

"Or what?" The girl yelped as Shane pressed her against the car, her face pressed against the hot metal, her spear pointed at her back. Shane kept her hands behind her back, his words becoming harsher. 

"Hand over the gun." 

"Let me go." She whimpered, tears pouring out of her eyes, Florence dropped to the ground, scurrying away and grabbed her spear that had fallen on the ground and pointed it at Shane even if Daryl was doing the work for her. Daryl pointed his crossbow at Shane, he was clutching a bloody nose and glared at the archer. 

"Keep your hands off her." Shane spat blood on Daryl's boots, shaking his head and glaring harder at the man. 

"She's got a gun, we're keeping them all together." 

"Do you think a girl from Canada is going to know how to use one? She ain't stupid, wouldn't use it unless she knew how. She's got weapons that are better to use than the gun, walk away and let her be." Shane grumbled as he walked in the other direction, Daryl dragged the girl up and took a breath. 

"You good?" 

"Yeah, thanks." Daryl nodded, letting the girl walk off. 

Florence listened to the boys talk about the way to save Sofia, Mason chose to stay with the RV to have some strength to help Dale if something went wrong. Florence hugged her brother and followed the others to look after the girl. Florence had her spear in her hand watching as Daryl approached a tent and looked around to see if there were anything. 

Florence watched the men cough, she wasn't in there, that's for sure. They all heard bells running in the direction to see what it was, Florence looked to see a little white church with gravestones and no bells. The girl lowered her spear, glancing around to still be seeing, Florence ran to the doors with everyone else. The girl jumped seeing three walkers sitting on the chairs and grabbed her spear, putting one down and glanced at the others. 

The group realised the bells were electronic, and the girl shook her head, feeling what everyone was feeling. Florence walked at Daryl's side, keeping her eyes on the watch for walkers. He glanced at her, unsure of how to approach the girl. The girl wasn't a religious person, she didn't want to step inside the church so she waited outside while all the others. Daryl was given the power of being in charge, Florence walked at his side, only really having spoken to him lately.