Riley jumped awake of a clattering sound in the tent.
"Shit." She heard Daryl mutter under his breath.
"Daryl?" she asked, sitting up and looking at him. The sun was just coming up so the light was dim, but she could see him kneeling near the door, messing with his crossbow.
"It's fine, go on back to sleep," he said turning to her briefly before continuing what he was doing.
"You dropped your arrows?" she chuckled watching as he clipped the arrows into the holder attached to the crossbow.
"Ain't it kinda early to be a smartass?" he asked slinging the crossbow over his shoulder.
"It's never too early," she said standing up from the sleeping bag. "You going hunting?"
"Nah, Rick wanted ta go over the plan for the kid," he said. "Need to just get it done already."
"Oh, ok. I'll meet you up there then, maybe I can finally get him to talk about a back up plan with me," she said.

Daryl nodded and left the tent. Riley pulled on her boots, grabbed her hatchet, and left the tent too. She quickly headed back to camp, going to her tent first to change clothes. She pulled on a long sleeve shirt and some fresh jeans before heading back out.

"Where have you been?" Carol said catching Riley off guard.
"What do you mean? I haven't gone anywhere," she said turning to look at Carol.
"You've been sneaking back here every morning for the last week and a half when you think no one is looking. What's going on?" Carol asked suspiciously.
"I went for a walk," she said.
"A walk?" Carol asked unconvinced.
"Yes. I've got to keep myself in shape," Riley said staring her down. It wasn't completely untrue, she had walked from Daryl's camp to her tent. That was a walk.
Carol stood there, staring at Riley like she completely didn't believe her, but didn't say anything else. Riley turned and continued on her way. The sun was all the way up now and the camp was coming alive, everyone was getting up and starting their day. Riley decided to make a quick breakfast for everyone since she was already up.

After a while the food was done and everyone had eaten and they were all getting started on the various chores that needed to be done. Riley went up to the house to look for Rick, finding him and Daryl on the porch discussing the plan for Randall. She waited patiently, standing in the grass and leaning against the porch, as they finished going over the plans. When they were finished Rick folded the map up and turned to Daryl.
"Hey, about what you did the other day..." he said glancing at Riley quickly, unsure if he should continue with her there.
"No reason you should do all the heavy liftin," Daryl said.
"Thank you," Rick said before turning to Riley. "Did you need something Riley?" he asked curiously.
"Yea," she said pushing away from the porch and looking up at them. "I really think we need to talk about a back up plan, Rick."
"Look, Riley, no offence, but I need this Randall thing done now. Maybe we can talk about it later," he said.
"Rick, you can't keep blowing me off. This is important!" she said.
"I'm not blowing you off, I've just got more urgent things to handle right now. We'll talk about it afterwards, ok?" Rick said firmly.
"Fine," she said.

Just then, Shane came rolling up in his car, quickly stepping out and making his way up to the porch.
"I gotta take a piss," Daryl said to Rick before walking away.
Riley didn't say anything but followed suit, leaving to give the two men privacy. She made her way around the house and plopped down in one of the chairs on the porch sighing in frustration. A few minutes later, Daryl walked up to her, holding his crossbow over his shoulder.
"Come on," he said gesturing for her to follow him. She stood and slowly followed him across the yard to the old blue truck.
"What're we doing?" she asked.
"Loadin supplies up. Rick's still babysittin Shane," he said.
"Ok", she said.
They both got to work, loading up extra supplies, tools, water, and anything else they might need, Rick, Lori, and T-dog coming over and joining in about half way through. When they were just about finished, Herschel and Maggie walked up, catching their attention.
"Herschel," Rick said, nodding his head in greeting.
"We've been discussing things," Herschel said. "And we think it's time we move y'all into the house."
"Are you sure? Fifteen people in one house, it'll be a tight squeeze," Lori said.
"We're sure. With the cold weather, those swamps are drying up," Herschel said.
"And with fifty head of cattle, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell," Maggie said.
"She's right. We should have moved you in a while ago," he said.
"Thank you," Riley said.
"Alright. Let's move the vehicles, one by every exit, facing the road," Rick said.
They all separated, each of them picking a car, Daryl on his motorcycle, and moved them close to all the doors of the house. When they were done, they quickly went to work, gathering their belongings and moving them into the house. Riley tossed her things down in a corner of the living room since the men were taking the dining room.

Once everyone was finished moving Daryl and Riley headed back over to the blue truck, T-dog and Rick not far behind them. T-dog walked up to Daryl, handing him a gun.
"Here, you only have so many arrows," he said.
"Wish I knew what happened to mine," Daryl said taking the gun.
"Alright, are we ready?" Rick asked.
"Yup," Daryl said.
"I'll go get the package," T-dog said and headed over to the shed to get Randall.
Riley walked over to Daryl, looking up at him. "Be careful, ok?"
He looked down at her and nodded. The sound of T-dog yelling suddenly caught everyone's attention. They immediately ran over to the shed, even Herschel had come from the house when he heard the commotion.

"He's gone!" T-dog yelled.
"How did he get out?" Riley asked.
"He must have slipped the cuffs," Rick said looking around the inside of the shed.
"But the door was locked from the outside," Herschel said inspecting the lock.

"Rick!" Everyone immediately turned to the woods at the sound of Shane's voice. He stepped out of the tree line, his nose swollen and bloody.
"What happened?!" Rick asked.
"He's armed! He got my gun!" Shane yelled.
"Are you ok?" Lori asked looking worried.
"I'm fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me! Got me right in the face!" he said angrily.
"Alright, everybody back in the house! Lock all the doors!" Rick said looking at T-dog. "Glenn and Daryl, y'all come with us. We're gonna find him!"
"Wait! Y'all can't go out there all alone!" Carol cried. Lori put her arm around her shoulders and lead her back to the house. Riley hesitated, but decided that it was probably better to sit this one out and followed the group back to the house.

They had been waiting for a while, the sun had already gone down and everyone was starting to get worried.
"Where the hell are they?" T-dog asked, looking through one of the windows.
Everyone jumped at the sound of the back door slamming. Daryl and Glenn came into the living room looking less than happy.
"Rick and Shane ain't back yet?" Daryl asked.
"No, not yet," Lori said.
"We heard a shot," Daryl said.
"Maybe they found Randall," Riley said.
"We found him," Daryl said.
"Is he back in the shed?" Lori asked.
"He's a walker," Daryl stated.
"Did you find the walker that bit him?" Herschel asked.
"That's the weird thing," Glenn suddenly spoke up "He wasn't bit."
"His neck was broke," Daryl said.
Riley felt a bad feeling arise in the pit of her stomach. Nothing about this whole situation made any sense. Even if Randall did manage to slip the cuffs off, how had he managed to get out of the shed that was locked from the outside. Not to mention the story Shane told, a boy half his size taking him down, that seemed unlikely. She was trained to fight and she still had a hard time manhandling Shane, that boy was an amateur at best with a gimpy leg, there was just no way.

Riley was snapped out of her thoughts by a little shadow darting across the doorway. She quickly stood up and peeked around the corner and saw Carl slipping through the back door, shutting it quietly behind him. What the hell was that boy up to now? She quickly followed him, closing the door quietly behind herself.