It was dark, a little too dark for my liking. I had no clue what was going on. My head hurt something awful. I went to reach up to run my hand over it only to figure out I couldn't because my hands were bound behind my back. There was tape over my mouth along with a bag over my head. What the hell is going on?

I tried to get free but suddenly I felt a cool blade press to my throat. "Don't struggle. It's going to make things worse," I heard a voice say darkly. I swallowed feeling the blade push harder into my throat.

Where the hell was I? I was suddenly pulled out of my chair. "Walk," the voice demanded. I had no clue where I was going and I was tripping over my feet. The person shoved me forward. I felt the Atlanta humidity hit my like a freight train. Okay, so I was outside.

My feet scuffed against the ground, it felt like pavement. Once again, what the hell is going on? The bag was ripped off my head and I blinked a few times to adjust to the sudden light. Then it hit me. I was on a roof. I slowly looked down. I was terrified of heights.

I was shoved forward until my feet were hanging over the edge a little ways. There was Rick, Daryl and some random kid. He looked familiar, but I couldn't tell that way from the distance. Where was Glenn and T-Dog? They were with us before I blacked out.

I looked over to see Glenn standing beside me. He was breathing hard and he looked just as scared. I was pulled back and the bag went back over my head. I felt a knife against my wrist and then I felt the release of the tape. I brought my wrists around and rubbed then slowly.

The bag was ripped from my head and the guy slowly removed the tape. I looked around and noticed we were in an old folks home. Glenn was standing by a man in a wheelchair. I walked over and Glenn looked relieved. He wrapped me in a tight hug.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. I squeezed him a little harder then pulled back. I nodded. "Yeah, now I am. What's going on?" I asked motioning to the man in the wheelchair. Glenn removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair. "Asthma attack," he said.

I nodded and bent down beside the man. "Glenn find me a brown bag," I stated. I got the man to focus on me and tried to slow his breathing. Glenn suddenly pushed a bag into my hands. I shook it open and handed it to the man. He took it in his old wrinkled hands and began to take slow breaths. Glenn looked a little relieved and sighed.

The doors burst open and in walked a younger man, who was limping. He quickly came over to us and pulled an inhaler out of his pocket. Glenn and I stepped back as he took over. "What the hell is this?" I turned to see Rick, T-Dog and Daryl walk through the door with another man.

"Asthma attack," Glenn and I said at the same time. The group stepped closer to us. "Man, we thought y'all was getting eating alive by dogs," T-Dog said. Glenn and I looked at each other then pointed at the two small dogs sitting in the corner. They barked in greeting.

"Can I talk to you?" Rick demanded while pulling the man aside. Glenn and I walked over to T-Dog and Daryl, who were both surveying the place. We all watched Rick and the man speak in hushed tones. I felt a hand on my upper arm and I was pulled back gently.

"Ya alright?" I knew it was Daryl. I looked up at him. His eyes were soft and sparkling lighter than what they usually were. I nodded. "Fine," I said while shrugging my arm free from his grasp. His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, but I ignored it and walked back over to Glenn.

Rick was handing over a couple guns and ammo to the guy. I heard Daryl scoff as he walked up beside me. I resisted the urge to lay my head on his shoulder. Rick walked back over to us. "Okay time to go," Rick said and we all followed him out.

We walked out of the home and made our way back to the truck. I saw something flicker to my left. I looked up to see Daryl holding out his knife to me again. "You dropped it when those Vatos grabbed you," he said. I pushed it lightly back towards him.

He rolled his eyes. He grabbed my hand, placed the handle of the knife in it, and wrapped my fingers around it. "It will give me some peace," he said quietly. It was silent between all of us until we made it back through the fence. That's when Glenn spoke up.

"What the hell happened back there?" he asked Rick. Now it was Daryl's turn to speak. "Yeah, why the hell would you give away guns to a bunch of old farts that are gonna die anyway?" I rolled my eyes at Daryl's comment but I had to agree.

"Those guns are worth more than gold." Everyone looked over at me like I was an alien who never spoke or something. "What? They are and don't tell me they aren't." Glenn barely nodded while Rick just gave me a stern look. We all stopped as Rick continued to look at me. He took a step closer.

"Did you have a better idea?" he asked me through clenched teeth. I crossed my arms trying to avoid the blade of Daryl's knife. Rick took another step towards me, but Daryl pulled me behind him protectively. I pushed him lightly out of the way and got nose to nose with Rick.

"Why don't you back off Deputy Do Good before you regret it," I growled. Daryl put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back. Rick looked at me one more time before turning on his heel and continued forward. Daryl pulled me to the back of the group.

We were a little ways back from the group. He kept his hand on my upper arm and little did he know my skin was burning under his touch. "Deputy Do Good?" he questioned quietly. Before I even looked at him I could hear the smirk in his voice. I looked up at him.

Once again his eyes were sparkling that bright blue. I smiled a little. "He's just getting on my nerves. We're in the middle of a damn apocalypse and he wants to see the good in people. Hence Deputy Do Good," I said. Daryl chuckled a little. "And you don't?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "You don't see the good in people?" he continued. I shrugged a little under his grasp and looked away. It was silent between us. Daryl squeezed my arm lightly and then let it go. I looked back up at him. "Somebody once told me not to trust anyone," I whispered.

Daryl looked at me intently and nodded slightly. He knew I was talking about him. He was the very one who told me that the first we had ever had a real conversation with each other. Some days I wondered if he still believed that, but in an apocalypse I couldn't see why he wouldn't.

Before I knew it we were back up at the truck. I threw my bag in the back and went to boost myself up when a hand came into my line of vision. I looked up to see Daryl. His eyes were soft and his smirk looked actually genuine. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me up.

T-Dog pulled the back door down and Glenn started the truck and we went back towards camp. I sighed and let my head hit the wall behind me. It was quiet between all of us. I think we were all a little mad at Rick for giving guns and ammo away.

I knew Daryl was still upset because we didn't find Merle. Maybe, I really didn't know. I felt someone sit heavily beside me. I opened one eye and looked at Daryl. He was sitting beside me with his crossbow between his legs and his hands were at his sides.

I closed my eyes again and sighed. I felt the tiredness of the day coming over me. The Atlanta heat made you tired whether you were working in it or not. I sighed again. I felt Daryl's hand brush lightly against mine. I tensed a little but then relaxed.

Today was a long day and I honestly didn't care at this point. I shifted a little and laid my head on Daryl's shoulder. He tensed under my touch, but then relaxed as he slipped his hand into mine. I knew our hands were hidden between our legs. I felt Daryl rubbing my wrist with his thumb before it lulled me into a sleep.

--

Is that progress I smell? :) Comment, vote, follow! XOXO Jess