Guys. I don't want Dale to die. So he's not. Neither is Shane.

Also, I haven't watched the latest season (sorry about that), so the group isn't going to the prison. I will do what I want with this story.

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~Rebel's POV~

"Peter!" I yelled, running down the dusty dirt road.

My footsteps were making small poofs of dust clouds around me, making it so that I couldn't see anything but what was in front of me.

"Peter! Peter wait! Please!"

I saw Peter's figure standing by the dark water pond. He was standing still and I could hear ragged breathing and his shoulders were moving up and down heavily.

I put my hand on his shoulder and all I felt was cold. I took the time to take in his appearance, and that's when I knew it wasn't Peter.

This thing was chilled and the clothes that consumed it's small figure were ruptured. The thing let out a loud groan and turned towards me.

I was shown with the face of a walker.

It tried to grab hold of my hand, but I withdrew it before it could protest. I did my best not to scream as I sprinted away from it. I flew back up the dirt road and didn't make a sound so I wouldn't attract any attention.

The bedraggled walker was wobbling after me and groaning loudly, trying to attract more of it's kind. My heart was racing and beads of sweat were falling down my face rapidly. My muscles were screaming to be put to rest and I was slowing down dramatically.

The light of the campfire was growing larger and larger and I knew that I was close to salvation. The groans of the walker were more audible in my ears and I pushed myself to run even faster.

Everyone was still smiling and laughing, heading towards the house in the process.

"No. No. Shit!" I whispered to myself.

They had done me the small favor of leaving my bow and arrows laying next to a large tree. I jumped over the chairs and snatched my weapon while running even faster.

The last of the group were in the house and my heart was beating faster with nervousness. I skipped up the steps and slammed the door shut, making a loud bang resound throughout the house.

Lori was pacing back in forth and running hands through her mousy hair, muttering something about finding Carl because he wasn't in the house.

Daryl caught my eye and you could see the worry that seemed to be driving him mad. He held his head in his hands while sitting on the patent leather chair.

I searched the room for Peter, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Guys. We need to leave. Now." I told them.

Daryl's head snapped up and you could see the worry evaporating. His eyes that were once clenched relaxed before hardening again.

"Why?" Hershel asked me quietly, like he was in most situations.

"There's walkers. Everywhere. There was one at the pond where I was looking for Peter and they're all coming. We need to get out of here as soon as possible, if that means leaving people behind then so be it."

Lori looked at me, disbelief written clear across her face. She wasn't going to be leaving without a fight.

"What? You must be kidding if you think I'm going to leave without my baby!" Lori cried.

Carol stood next to Lori, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "If he went out, he was going to find Rick. You need to trust that he's alright."

Lori broke down, leaning against the doorway. She was letting out dry sobs and I felt guilt seeping through me again.

I was basically asking this pregnant woman to up and leave her husband and first born son. I had never been one for cruelty, but I was thinking of the present right now.

As soon as I had broke the news to the group, Hershel had grabbed his shotgun and walked outside, shooting at anything that came near the house.

When the group walked out of the house, carrying only the necessities, we saw the barn igniting into flames.

Daryl grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his motorcycle. He had been the first to agree with my escape plan.

Anyone who was here got to leave, anyone who was not had to find their own way out.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I boarded the motor bike, past memories flooding my thoughts. Daryl looked at me, realizing that I was unhappy with the situation he had put me in.

"Rebel. I know ye' don't like this. But ye' gotta bare wit' me." Daryl said quickly, glancing behind me as the surge of walkers advanced on us.

I nodded my head and relaxed slightly against him, wrapping my arms around his torso. He started the engine and kicked it into gear.

The bike lurched forward and I shut my eyes tightly. I could feel the wind whipping through my matted hair and the bits of dirt hitting my bare arms.

Over the roar of the exhaust, I heard the familiar sounds of the RV behind us.

I heard the gurgling moans and whines of the walker disappearing and I knew that we were far away from the infested farm.

We hit a rough patch of road and I squeezed my arms tighter around Daryl. I could practically see him smirking at me through the side mirror, but I kept my eyes closed.

Soon enough, we hit the soft, paved highway. I relaxed my grip on Daryl and he grunted, filling his lungs with air. I hadn't realized how hard I had been gripping him until then.

The repeated hoard of cars didn't take me by surprise as we rolled to a stop next to the army jeep where I had met Peter for the first time.

The blood stain was still on the seat belt and the dead body of a man was still there, leaving a rotting scent in the air.

Daryl cut the motor and I slid off the bike hastily, not wanting to spend another moment on that wretched death trap.

The RV and other line of cars pulled up to us and the group exited.

I saw Carl and Rick leave Shane's mint green Lexus. Lori lifted her head and let out a cry of happiness.

I hated to admit that I hadn't felt bad for her. She should know that if something like that happens again, that she's probably not going to see both her husband and her son again.

Sophia was clinging to Carol and Glenn had a firm grasp on Maggie's waist. Hershel was holding a sobbing Beth, it seemed like Jimmy hadn't made it.

This didn't surprise me.

Jimmy wasn't the best shot and he let all his pride go to his head. Beth though, she was heartbroken.

If that had happened to me, I wouldn't cry. Honestly, I would have moved on. This world is cruel and you're going to lose people.

Maybe one, maybe all of them.

You had to be the strongest or you wouldn't make it. It's the way you live now. You put yourself first and worry about others later. If you didn't live that way, you're dead.

Rick stepped into the center of the group with Carl still clinging to his mother's leg, "We have to move on. It's not safe here or at the farm. I know Rebel said she is familiar with this area. Anywhere that might be safe?"

I thought about that. The foster home was overrun, the stadium was overrun, the skyscraper I had hoped to hole up in was overrun too.

"Um...there's a neighborhood that has a purified lake, palladium gates and it has a forest at the back. Last I checked, it wasn't overrun, but the gates are closed and I couldn't get over them." I told them.

"What's palladium?" Rick asked me, clearly confused at the foreign word.

"It's a rare, unobtainable metal. So in English, it won't break under the force of about..." I trailed off, doing the math in my head, "sixteen tanks." I finished.

Most of the group was staring in awe and the rest were packing up the cars.

"Sounds good. How far?" Shane asked.

"About six or seven miles west from here."

"All right!" Rick shouted, "Gather up the rest of the useful supplies in the car and we'll move on to the neighborhood!"

The group scattered and I did a head count, trying to see who we were missing, not counting the ones I knew were dead.

Peter.

Where was Peter?

"Shane." I whispered hoarsely, not trusting my own voice.

"What's up?"

"Where's Peter?"

Shane's face paled and he stood on the hood of a truck, trying to locate his nephew. You could hear him spouting colorful words and he was almost to the point of tugging out his hair.

Shane kept yelling Peter's name and searching under and inside of cars, looking for his kinsman. My heart sunk as he returned to me with a solemn look on his face.

"I can't find him. He's probably still at the farm." Shane only managed to choke out those words before breaking down completely.

I knew the words 'still at the farm' meant Peter was dead.

I, however, didn't believe so.

"Shane! Shane! Be quiet! Who knows how many walkers are still around here!" I whisper-shouted at him, trying to get him to stay still.

Tears were leaking out of his brown eyes and Shane slid down to the ground, leaning against a battered car for support.

"He's dead." Shane said.

This was the phrase that Shane repeated over and over again until it was time to leave. The supplies were packed and Shane had decided not to share the information we knew with the rest of the group just yet.

"Ye' ready, Rebel?" Daryl asked me softly, placing a rough hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and followed him back to the bike.

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We had driven to the neighborhood with my directions and the leadership of Daryl's loud bike.

We hadn't seen any walkers on the way and nobody had the need for refueling in the short amount of time it had taken to get there.

The bike rolled to a gentle stop and I got off, examining the dark, metal gates.

"Now how do you suppose we get in the neighborhood." Andrea asked me tartly.

I stared at the gate for a while longer, looking at the base, the sharp tips, and the close-placed bars.

"We go under it."

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Video on the side is Judas by Lady Gaga. The only reason it's on here is because if you actually watch the video, you can see Norman Reedus(Daryl Dixon) as Judas.

Picutre on the side is something I found funny, per usual.

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