I sit on the ground in a ball. I see Daryl and Maggie hop on Daryl's motorcycle and leave. After a while, I head inside.

"Isabelle! Wait!" Carl calls out. I ignore him, going to our cell and laying down on the bottom. I don't have the energy to climb to my bunk.

I don't know how much time passes when Daryl and Maggie come back.
I don't even realize that they're back until I hear voices talking. I walk out to the baby crying. I lean against the wall, tired, as Daryl begins to bottle feed her.

"She got a name yet?" Daryl asks. "Not yet. I was thinking..... Sophia? There's Carol, too. Andrea, Amy, Jackie, Patricia. Or.... Lori? I don't know." Carl says, turning away.

"You like that?" Daryl croons to the baby. "Huh? Lil' ass kicker?" He looks up, a crazy grin on his face. "Right? That's a good name, right?" He laughs as the group murmurs and chuckles. "Lil' ass kicker, you like that, huh? You like that, sweetheart?"

The next day, we all sit in the cafeteria. I haven't said anything since Lori died. We sit with plates of food in front of us, cold. I have no appetite.

Rick comes up. "Everybody ok?" He asks, coming in. We all turn. "Yeah. We are." Maggie says, casting a glance at me as I look up under my hair. "What about you?" Hershel asks Rick. "Cleared out the boiler block." Is all he says. "How many were there?" Daryl asks. "I don't know. Dozen, two dozen. I have to get back. Jut wanted to check on Carl." Rick says, patting Carl's shoulder and turning to leave.

"Rick, we can handle taking out the bodies." Glenn jumps up. "You don't have to." "No, I do." Rick says, walking to Daryl. "Everyone have a gun and a knife?" He asks. "Yeah." Daryl replies. "Running low on ammo, though." He adds. "Maggie and me were planning on making a run this afternoon. Find some place we could hit for ammo and formula." Glenn says. "Clear out the generator room. Axel was there, trying to fix it. Case of emergency. Want to sweep the lower levels as well." Daryl adds. "Good. Good." Rick says, leaving.

After a while, Daryl, Carl, and Oscar go look for Carol. Since we didn't find a body, Daryl still has hopes of her being alive.

After Carl and Oscar come back, Daryl stays behind, and Beth is making something to eat. Hershel the holding the baby.

Rick walks up again. He looks at the baby, walking to her. Hershel hands her to Rick, and he cradles her. He clutches her to his chest, kissing her forehead.

We head outside. I'm the first to notice the woman standing at the gate with a basket. She goes unnoticed by the walkers, somehow. Rick walks down the path, stopping at the first gate.

Carl runs after him, and I follow. She touches her leg, and the walkers come after her.

She pulls out a Kanata, slicing into the first walker. "Should we help her?" Carl asks Rick, but he doesn't give an answer.

The woman keeps fighting, though she is clearly getting weaker. She falls and passes out. The walkers bend over her, and Carl shoots them. He throws the keys to Rick, and out they went. "Shit," Rick said, shooting the closest walkers.

Rick grabs her, and Carl gets the basket. We hurry back in. "Carl, get a blanket. Beth, water, and a towel." Rick orders, laying her on the blanket. "She's not coming in the cell block," he adds, taking the water. She starts to wake up as Rick drizzle the water on her. "It's alright," he says, setting the water aside. "It's alright. Hey, look at me, look at me. Who are you?" He asks.

She lunges for her sword, and I pull it away. "We're not gonna hurt you," he says, "unless you try something stupid first, alright?"

"Rick." Daryl calls. "Who the hell's this?" He asks. "You wanna tell us your name?" Rick asks her. She stares at him silently. "You wanna tell us your name." He says, only this time it wasn't a question.

She glares at him. "Y'all wanna come on in here." Daryl calls. "Everything alright?" Rick asks. "You're gonna wanna see this," is all Daryl says before walking into the cell block.

"Go ahead." Rick says to Hershel, Beth and me. "Carl, get the bag." "We'll keep this safe and sound," Rick says, holding up her sword. "The doors are all locked, you'll be safe here. We can treat that." He adds, pointing to her wound. She looks around. "I didn't ask for you help," she growls. "Doesn't matter." Rick snaps, walking off. "Can't let you leave," He throws at her.

We peer into a cell. Carol stands up, hugging Rick. She hugs Hershel next, crooning over the baby. She looks at Rick, and he nods. Her eyes tear up. Carl and mine do, too, and I turn away. I notice the woman looking at us, but I decide not to say anything to Rick.

Rick, Hershel, and Daryl head back to see the woman. I stay behind, stroking the baby's forehead. She blinks up at me.

Axel, Oscar, Beth, Daryl, Rick and I are gathered in a circle. "How do we know that we can trust her?" Oscar asks. "This is Maggie and Glenn, why're we even debating?" Beth asks sharply. "We ain't. I'll go." Daryl says. "This place sounds pretty secure." Rick says. "You can't go alone. "I'll go," Beth volunteers. "Me too." Axel jumps in. "Count me in." I say. We all look at Oscar. "I'm in," He says.

We start packing up. I toss a bunch on bags loaded down with guns and ammo into the trunk. I slide in the middle seat, and after Carl and Rick talk, off we go. The woman, who's name is Michonnie, is going with us, because she knows the way.

We stop a few miles away, hopping out. "They have patrols," Michonnie says, "we're best off on foot."

"How far?" Rick asks. "Night's coming."

"A mile. Maybe two." She replies.

We gather supplies and head into the woods, walking down a worn path. We crouch down when we head a walker, waiting.

Six stagger out, snapping their jaws and growling at the opportunity to have another meal. The come at us, and we attack.

More spill out as we begin to plow through. We cover several, but double that number comes out. We back up, only to stop when more come.

We dodge to our right, wading for a cabin. It's small, and as we lock the door, I am aware of a horrible smell of something dead and rotting.

We creep forward, brushing off flies. "What the hell is that?" Oscar asks. "Gotta be a fox, or what's left of one." Daryl replies as we spot a small, red animal laying dead on a red checkered cloth.

The walkers begin to pound on the door. We turn, half expecting it to break.

Rick and Daryl creep forward to something hidden under a cloth on a tiny straw mattress. Rick snatched the cloth away, and a man leaps up, brandishing a shotgun.

"Who the hell are you?" He demands. "We don't mean any harm," Rick says, the sheriff in him coming out. "Get out of my house!" The man shouts. "Ok, ok, we will, but we can't right now!" Rick hisses, trying to calm him down.

"Now!" He shouts, jumping around like a Jack rabbit. "Shut him up!" Michonnie hisses, standing by the door.

"Get out! Right! Now!" He shouts, clearly hysterical. "There are walkers out side!" Rick hisses, pointing.

The man looks around. "I'll-I'll call the cops!" He stammers. "I am a cop." Rick hisses. "Now, I need you to lower the gun. Don't do anything rash, everything is fine, let's just take this nice and slow," he adds, laying his own gun on the ground before rising.

The man suddenly cocks the gun, shoving it in Rick's face. "Show me your badge!" He demands. "It's in my pocket," Rick says, slowly lowering his hand. As the man watches, distracted, Rick suddenly lunges, grasping the gun. It goes off, and shoots a hole next to me.

Rick grasps the man, and he bites him. Rick shouts, letting go. "Help! Help me!" He shouts, running for the door. "Don't open that door!" Rick shouts, running after him.

Michonnie stabs him through the chest. He's dead before she pulls it out. He drops to the floor as she flings his blood off of her sword.

Michonnie yanks open the door as Daryl and Rick swing the man out. The walkers begin to feast on him, bright red blood spurting everywhere as Michonnie slams the door and locks it.

Oscar checks the back door. "Clear," he calls. We race through it, past the walkers.

Finally, once it's dark, we crouch outside the walls. There are men with guns, and a huge flood light sweeping the area. Walkers lay dead on the ground in front of them.

How the hell do we get in?