shot?" Dale asked Glenn frantically as he climbed over the metal barrier.

"I don't know, Dale," The Korean panted, "Hey listen, all I know is this chick rode out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori."

Dale turned to Daryl,

"And you let her?"

"Climb down out of my asshole, man," Daryl defended as he lifted Addy over the barrier after him, "Rick sent her. She knew Lori's name, and Carl's."

"I heard screams, was that you?" Dale asked Andrea as she walked past.

"She got attacked by a Walker, Mr. Dale." Addy said for the blonde as she sat down on the barrier next to Carol. Dale nodded.

"Andrea, are you alright?"

The blonde woman craned her neck and shook her head slightly at the older man and stepped inside the RV.

When Addy heard her best friend had been shot, her heart sunk and she wanted to break down and cry. Instead, tears stung her eyes as Lori and the pretty brunette woman rode off.

"I won't to it. We can't just leave." Carol insisted, and Addy couldn't blame her. Her daughter was missing and everyone was telling her we had to move on? Addy would be upset too.

"Carol, the group is split," Dale began, "We're scattered and weak."

"What if she comes back and we're not here? It could happen." Carol said, her eyes dragging over everyone as she tried to make them see sense.

The thought alone made Addy scrunch her nose. If that was to happen and no one was here, Addy would feel awful and didn't think she would be able to forgive herself.

"If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful." Andrea agreed.

"Ok," Addy's father nodded, "We got a plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I'll hold up here tonight, stay with the RV."

Addy frowned and pushed herself deeper into Daryl's stomach. If they were going somewhere new, she wanted her father to be there with them.

"If the RV is staying, I am too."

"Thank you. Thank you both." Carol thanked them tearfully, earning a nod from Daryl, who then looked at Andrea.

"I'm in." She pressed her lips together and raised her hands.

"Well, if you're all staying, then I'm-"

"- Not you, Glenn," Dale cut him off, "You're going. Take - take Carol's Cherokee."

Glenn scoffed slightly,

"Me? Why is it always me?"

"You have to find this farm, reconnect with our people, and see what's going on. But most important, you have to get T-Dog there. Addy too. This is not an option, that cut has gone from bad to worse, he has a very serious blood infection," Daryl shifted behind her,

"Get him to that farm, see if they have any antibiotics, because if not, T-Dog will die, no joke."

By the end of Dale's sentence, Daryl had gently pushed his daughter to stand on her own as she was leaning on him and walked over to his brother's motorcycle. He dug around in a bag for a moment before pulling out another bag and taking a rag off his bike.

"Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle," He chucked the rag at Dale and slammed the bag down on the hood of Carol's car," Why'd you wait 'til now to say anything? Got my brother's stash. Crystal. X - don't need that. Any of that. Got some kick-ass painkillers. Doxycycline, not the generic stuff neither. It's first class. Merle got the clap on occasion."

Addy scrunched her nose again as her father walked past her. What was the clap? She had heard her dad and uncle talking about it a few times before the outbreak, but when she asked Merle her simply brushed her off with a,

"Don't worry 'bout it, sweetie-pie."

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T-Dog, Glenn and Addy reached the farm the same night. It was dark, and Addy had never been a fan of the dark. In fact, she hated it.

Glenn parked outside the big house and the two men got out first. Glenn grabbed the bag, swinging it over his shoulder and holding the gun with one hand. Addy got out and immediately took Glenn's hand, the Korean man not hesitating to take and squeeze it back.

"So, do we ring the bell? I mean, it looks like people live here." Glenn asked T-Dog when they reached the bottom of the porch's steps.

"We're past this kind of stuff, aren't we? Having to be considerate." T-dog replied with a question and began climbing the stairs.

"Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?" A female southern voice asked out of the darkness, scaring Addy slightly.

"Uh, hi. Yes, we closed it. Did the latch and everything."

The woman leaned forward on her chair, revealing the pretty lady who saved Andrea earlier that day.

"Nice to see you again," Glenn nodded politely at her, "We, uh, met before, briefly."

"Look, we came to help. There anything we can do?" T-dog said, noticing how flustered Glenn was. The man grunted in pain at the end of his sentence, causing the woman to look down at the bloody patch on his arm.

"It's not a bite," He assured, "I, uh - I cut myself pretty bad, though."

"We'll have it looked at, I'll tell them you're here." The pretty lady stepped forward.

"We have, uh, some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some. If Carl needs any.." Glenn held out the orange tubes to the brunette woman.

"Come on inside, I'll make you something to eat."

Addy's lip wobbled at the sight of her best friend laying in bed, completely lifeless. His mother and father were sat by his bedside waiting anxiously while an older man checked his pressure with a strange device.

"Hey." Rick and Lori both said, noticing the three's presence.

"Um, we're here, okay?"

"Thank you."

"Whatever you need."

T-Dog grunted in pain as a blonde woman stitched up his arm and Addy grimaced at the sight. It looked red and angry, clearly infected.

"You got here right on time," The blonde lady glanced at T-Dog, "This couldn't go untreated much longer."

Addy looked down to her feet as she leaned against Glenn. If T-Dog was a strong man and he was in a lot of pain with a cut, she couldn't imagine how much pain Carl was in.

"Merle Dixon," The blonde lady stated, making Addy's head snap up at her uncle's name, "Is that your friend with the antibiotics?"

"No, ma'am. Merle's no longer with us,"Glenn said, and Addy's lip trembled again. She had been so caught up thinking about Carl that she almost forgot about her uncle being chained to that roof, and she felt awful about it,

"Daryl gave us those. His brother, Addy's father."

"I'm not sure I'd call him a friend." T-Dog grunted.

"He is today, this doxycycline might have just saved your life," She then looked at Addy, "You know what your uncle was takin' it for, honey?"

"Clap." Addy nodded, not knowing the true meaning of the word. All eyes in the room snapped to her blue ones, making her slightly self conscious.

"Uh, venereal disease," Glenn quickly corrected the young girl, "That's what Daryl said."

"I'd say Merle Dixon's clap was the best thing that happened to you." The blonde lady, Addy really had to learn her name, looked at T-Dog and sent a small smile Addy's way.

"Look, I'm really trying not to think about that." T-Dog winced and grunted yet again.