Cw: Blood, gore, death.
A/N: A tad bit short, best to try to get used to it.

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Third Pov.

Back at the building, the boys started to interrogate the young boy named Miguel to question where they took Glenn and Nyla, "Those men you were with, we need to know where they went." Rick spoke first.

"I ain't telling you nothing." The young boy replies. It's safe to say that this kid wasn't as smart as Nyla.

"Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?" T-Dog asks exasperatedly to Daryl.

Daryl, now fuming with anger, he replies with his raised voice. "Told ya', this little turd and his douche bag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me!"

The kid spoke up, "You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault."

Daryl starts to pace around, "They took Nyla 'n Glenn—Could have taken Merle too."

Miguel chuckles, "Merle? What kind of hick name is that? That dog of yours has a better name —I wouldn't name my dog Merle."

At this point Daryl charges to go kick Miguel, but Rick holds him back. "Damn it, Daryl. Back off." He shoves Daryl back. The Archer walks towards the back and rummage through to grab the durag that contains Merle's hand, "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" He dropped the hand on Miguel's lap. Miguel is freaked out by the hand and starts to back away, Daryl grabs the boy by his shirt. "Start with the feet this time."

Rick held Daryl back and bent down in front of Miguel, "The men you were with took our friend and our dog. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out." The kid bit his lip and nodded his head.

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Nyla pov.

I lay in a crumpled blanket, a chain coiled around my neck and a mizzle around my mouth since I bit one or two hispanics. I went to a staring contest with a chihuahua, nasty son of a bitch as it growled at me — Suddenly it charged at me and bit my foot, little shit. I ran to sink my claw into its fur but the chain around the pole stopped my movement as I fell onto my side.

The chihuahua laughed, "Foolish husky." It crawled back into its dog bed with the other two chihuahuas. I hate small dogs, always full of pent up anger. Reminds me of Daryl.

"Nyla!" I heard the familiar voice call out.

I nearly jumped for joy at the sight of Daryl, one of the men removed the muzzle and chain off of me as I ran into Daryl's chest. "Hey girl, yer alrigh?" He asked while stroking my fur. I respond by licking his face.

The boys and I left the building with our guns, well half of them.

"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." Glenn jokes as we head underpass towards the van.

Rick then jokes back, "Don't tell anybody."

"You've given away half our guns and ammo." Daryl basically buzzkilled. But that was true.

"Not nearly half." Rick argues back.

Daryl questions, "For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long ya think they got?" That's true.

"How long do any of us?" Rick says.

I stop in front of the group, where the hell is our van?

Glenn let out an, "Oh my God."

"Where the hell's our van?" Daryl asks. Basically being my voice.

"We left it right there. Who would take it?" Glenn inquires.

Shit. "Merle." Rick answers.

Daryl looks down at the cobblestone road, by the look on his voice it doesn't seem good. "He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp." He say while looking up.

Well shit he's right.

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It was already dusk when we ran back to camp, luckily I love running since I am a husky and mostly known for sledding but I've never gone sledding in my life— I can smell fish but the reeking smell of rotting flesh. Suddenly we hear screams and the sound of guns firing coming from the direction of our camp, when we've arrived the boys and I went ahead and killed the intruding walkers.

I pounce on a walker and rip away their flesh from its collarbone, one snuck up behind me if Rick hadn't shot it in the head.

The danger was over. I watched Carl run up to his father's arms and wept. I felt bad for the children — Having to live in a world where everything in their path would kill them. I heard the sound of wailing, I looked on to see Andrea curled over her sister's dead body.

"I remember my dream now," Jim spoke up. "Why I dug the holes."

Creepy.

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The next morning the others around camp helped remove the fallen folks and dead walkers away from camp, Andrea stayed near Amy's dead body — Refusing to leave her side.

While for me, I stayed near the kids who played with my fur. They had a rough night, possibly a traumatic experience, so I thought they could do a little bit of happiness in their darkness.

"A walker got him. A walker bit Jim." We heard Jacqui speak up. Well damn, I guess Jim's a goner.

An hour later, I left the kids and made my way towards Daryl where he's seen smashing walker's head with a pickaxe. "Hey Nyla." He greets. "Ya okay, girl?" I just wag my tail. Then Carol joined us and proceeded to say, " I'll do it. He's my husband." Gesturing towards the dead husband that's barely unrecognizable.

Daryl nods and hands the pickaxe to her, she swings the pickaxe down on his skull repeatedly and all of her anger against her abusive husband is let loose. Poor girl.

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Soon the group head out towards a facility called C.D.C. to hopefully find a cure in Georgia, while Morales and his family travel towards Birmingham. I wish them luck. I sat in a truck where Daryl's driving with Merle's motorcycle placed at the trunk. I remember the times where Daryl would take the bike out and go for a drive while I ran beside him.

The drive was silent with nothing but the sound of wildlife and the engines of every car and truck.

Daryl had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my fur. I noticed that he changed from his undershirt to a beige plaid shirt but tore off the sleeves.

Not long into the ride Dale's rv broke down, the group huddled to figure this out. "I told you we'd never get far on that hose. I said I needed the one from the cube van." Dale spoke.

"Can you jury-rig it?" Rick inquires.

"That's all it's been so far. It's more duct tape than hose. And I'm out of duct tape." Dale replies. Great!

"I see something up ahead. A gas station if we're lucky." Shane joins in.

Then, Jacqui gets out of the RV. " Y'all, Jim... It's bad. I don't think he can take anymore." Well he's a goner now.

They lent Jim up to a tree as each of them said their goodbyes, Daryl and I were the last ones — the Archer let a curt nod while holding his crossbow, we both went back to the trunk and went back to our destination.

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The C.D.C wasn't as I was expecting, the building was surrounded by bodies, both walkers and humans. It's like a war went off here — It smells like rotten flesh with flies, I hate flies.

Everyone has their mouths covered when we head towards the building, We approach the shutters that are closed. Rick and Shane begin to try and open them and banging on them. "There's nobody here" T-dog spoke up.

"Then why are these shutters down?" Rick wonders.

I look over at the horizon to see the sun setting, not good.

"Walkers!" Daryl shouts as a lone walker approaches us, Daryl shoots the walker in the head with an arrow.

Yeah, I ain't gettin that.

"You led us into a graveyard!" Daryl yells angrily. I snort in agreement.

" He made a call." Shane defends.

"It was the wrong damn call!" Daryl argues.

Shane sped towards Daryl and pushed him back, " Just shut up. You hear? Shut up. Shut up!" He exclaims. I grumble at him.

Soon everyone was arguing at Rick if this was a good idea when Suddenly the metal shutters screeched open, and bright light illuminating from the now open doors. Everyone stares shell-shocked at the chance of hope, I really hope this will work.

A/N: One more chapter left for part 1.