Rosie felt queasy every time she looked at Glenn. Not because there was anything wrong with him or something, but because she couldn't help but think about Merle's bloody hand in his backpack. She also wasn't very fond of Rick Grimes or T-Dog at the moment, because Rick Grimes was the pussy ass cop that locked Merle up there, and because, according to Daryl, T-Dog was the one who dropped the keys for the handcuffs. So Rosie stuck close to Daryl as he led them down into some sort of office building.

"Merle? You in here?" Daryl shouted.

They walked down a quiet hallway, which had carpet flooring and papers scattered everywhere. They entered an area which Rosie guessed was the front desk. On the floor were two walkers.

"Had enough in him to take out these two sons of bitches," Daryl murmured, looking at the two dead bodies, "one handed."

Daryl leaned over, checking to make sure the walkers were definitely dead, before reloading a bolt into his crossbow. "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother," he said.

"Yeah," Rosie murmured, thinking about what Merle had told her the day before. Then a new question popped into her mind. "Did ya know he killed my dad?" she asked quietly, looking at Daryl with wide eyes and her eyebrows raised.

Was Daryl in on it?  Was that why he was being so nice to her that day? Was he trying to distract her by sending her into the woods to find sticks? So Merle would have time to kill her dad without her knowing?

Everyone's heads snapped in Rosie's direction when they heard her question, including Daryl's.

"He told you that?" Daryl asked.

As she took in Daryl's expression, Rosie's eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed in realization.

"You knew! You knew an' you didn't tell me!" she started yelling at him, hitting and pushing Daryl. Her weak punches didn't do much, though. "You asshole! He killed me dad! You knew! You didn't tell me!"

Daryl grabbed at her arms, trying to get to her stop, and growing more and more irritated as she refused to calm down and be quiet.

Rosie shrieked in fear when Daryl roughly pushed her back, one hand pinning her against the wall by her shoulder, the other still holding onto his crossbow.

"Shut yer mouth an' listen ta me!" he hissed, quietly but aggressively. Rosie kept her mouth shut, frozen in fear. She flinched when Daryl pointed a finger in her face. "Yer dad was a piece of shit, an' you know it."

"He was just angry someti-"

"No! Listen ta me," Daryl snapped, shaking her shoulder slightly to regain her attention. "Merle didn't kill 'im. He knocked him out, yeah, but he didn't kill 'im. Walkers got to him 'fore he woke up. Either way, that asshole deserved it."

"Daryl-" Glenn tried to cut in, but stopped the second Daryl sent a glare in his direction.

After successfully shutting Glenn up, Daryl turned back to Rosie. "Now you're gonna keep yer damn mouth shut an' do as I say unless ya wanna be walker food. Ya hear me?"

"Yes sir," Rosie said instantly, nodding furiously.

"Good. Now let's go," Daryl grumbled, releasing Rosie and turning back around to continue following Merle's trail.

Rosie still wasn't sure if she really believed what Daryl said about her dad, but she decided that it was better to listen to Daryl. She didn't want to get in trouble.

They continued following Daryl through the building, quickly and mostly quietly. Daryl kept calling out Merle's name, despite Rick telling him not to. The next room they entered seemed to be some sort of kitchen area. The stove was on, hot orange flames flickering around above the metal. Next to it were droplets of blood, along with a belt. Rick picked up some sort of metal cooking item, examining it.

"What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asked.

"Skin," Rick answered. "He cauterized the stump."

Rosie wanted puke right then and there, but she'd have to open her mouth to do that, and Daryl said not to. So she didn't.

"Told ya he was tough. Nobody can kill Merle but Merle," Daryl said. Rosie believed it wholeheartedly, after everything Merle did.

"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood," Rick reminded them all. To Rosie, it seemed like Rick wanted Merle to be dead.

Pussy ass cop, she thought again.

"Yeah?" Daryl asked, walking out of the kitchen and following the blood trail, Rosie right behind him. "Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." They stopped in front of a busted window.

"He left the building?!" Glenn asked. Rosie wasn't sure if he meant to sound annoyed or surprised. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he? He's out there alone as far as he knows," Daryl said as he looked around.

Then why the hell would he leave me behind? Rosie wondered. She didn't ask it out loud, though. Because, again, Daryl said to keep her mouth shut.

"Doin' what he's gotta do. Survivin'."

"You call that survivin'? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?" T-Dog asked as Rosie eyed the bloody rag outside the window with disdain.

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks!" Daryl snapped. Glenn and T-Dog both looked away, feeling guilty. Daryl strutted up to Rick, making himself tall. "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard."

"What about a thousand dumb dead bastards? Different story?" Rick asked, putting his hands on his hips.

Rosie rolled her eyes at him. He's acting just like Deputy Dipshit, she thought.

"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get 'im," Daryl said. He started walking past Rick, but Rick quickly put a hand on his chest and pushed him backwards roughly. "Get your hands off me! You can't stop me!" Daryl shouted.

"I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel," Rick said.

Rosie rolled her eyes yet again. Rick had no idea how Daryl felt, and she knew that. After she lost her dad, people from the camp would come and sit down next to her, talking to her and trying to get her to acknowledge them. They'd tell her about the people they had lost. They'd say they knew exactly how she felt, but they didn't know. They didn't know how angry she was or how conflicted she felt. They had no idea what it was like to be David Bank's daughter and they had no idea how Rosie felt. The fact that they didn't know how to make her feel any better just proved that.

"He can't get far with that injury. We can help you check a few blocks around, but only if we keep a level head," Rick said.

Daryl hesitated for a few moments before saying, "I can do that."

T-Dog shook his head and sighed. "Only if we get those guns first. I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, ok?"

Rick nodded firmly. "We need protection, especially with Rosie with us," he said. Rosie looked at her shoes as Rick got down on one knee in front of her, giving her a fake reassuring smile. "We're gonna get you back to camp in one piece," he said.

Bring me back in one piece, or bring back one piece of me, like ya did Merle? Rosie wanted to say. She didn't though, because that would require opening her mouth.

So she just raised her middle finger at him instead.

T-Dog and Glenn snickered again while Rick just pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded, standing back up. Daryl smirked slightly, and patted Rosie twice on the back. Rosie resisted a smile, feeling somewhat proud of herself.

The pussy ass cop, as Rosie would say, was the one to lead the way. They ended up in a room with a bunch of desks, gathered around Glenn, who was explaining to them his plan using a map he'd drawn on the ground with expo marker. He used a binder clip to represent the tank, which was apparently the same one Rosie saw walkers surrounding just the day before.

A crumpled sticky note was meant to represent the bag of guns that they were going for. Apparently, Rick had taken them from the police station he used to work at. And, being the pussy ass cop he was, he dropped the bag after being surrounded by walkers.

He pointed to one of the lines he drew. Rosie still couldn't figure out what the hell it all meant. "Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met," Glenn said. He had been the one to save Rick's life, Rosie learned. "That's where Daryl and I will go."

"Why me?"

"Your crossbow is quieter than his gun," Glenn replied. He placed down a pack of small sticky notes used for annotating books and placed it down in what was meant to be the alley. It represented Daryl. "While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag."

"You got us elsewhere?" Rick asked.

"You and T-Dog, right," Glenn said, picking up an eraser and placing it down in between some other lines he had drawn. "You'll be in this alley here."

"Two blocks away. Why?"

"I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl. I'll go forward instead. All the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here."

They all nodded along, agreeing with his plan. Except Rosie. She still couldn't figure out which lines were which alleyways.

"What'd ya do before all this?" Daryl asked.

Glenn shrugged, confused as to why he was asking. "Delivered pizzas. Why?"

Daryl obviously didn't explain why he asked, because he was Daryl.

"What about the kid? She wait here?" T-Dog asked, as if suddenly remembering that Rosie was even there. She'd been so quiet, just like she was supposed to be, that they'd forgotten about her. She was hoping they would forget about her, though, because maybe then she could get away without them noticing, like she originally planned.

Nope. They remembered her. She wasn't getting away any time soon.

"We can't leave her by herself. She seemed set on running off before, she might do it again," Rick said shaking his head. Rosie rolled her eyes, not liking them talking about her like she wasn't there. "She can come with us." Rick gestured between himself and T-Dog.

Rosie began shaking her head profusely. She wanted to shout at him and call him every swear word she knew, but again, Daryl said to keep her mouth shut.

"What?" Glenn asked, confused with her behavior. She just kept shaking her head, though. It was honestly starting to make her dizzy.

"Hell's wrong with ya?" Daryl asked, furrowing his eyebrows at her.

Rosie gestured wildly towards Rick before continuing on shaking her head. They all just stared at her. She lifted her hands to her head and growled in frustration.

"What the hell are ya usin' sign language for?!" Daryl finally snapped.

"Ya told me ta keep my mouth shut!" Rosie blurted out before quickly slapping her hands over her mouth. Oh man, she thought, he's gonna be really pissed off now.

"He didn't mean forever," Glenn said, laughing lightly.

"Jesus Christ," Daryl muttered to himself.

What was up with these people? They told her to keep her mouth shut, so she did, and now she was in trouble for it? This was just like her teachers at school all over again!

"What were you trying to say?" Rick asked as Rosie glared at Glenn for laughing at her.

Turning away from Rick, only looking at Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl, Rosie crossed her arms. "I ain't goin' with the pussy ass cop," she told them.

Rick sighed, exhausted, and rubbed his eyes. "Ok. She'll stay with Daryl. That'll even it out, anyway," he said. Daryl huffed in annoyance, but didn't say anything. Rosie was satisfied with the outcome, except for the fact that she still couldn't run away like she planned to.

Within ten minutes, they were all in their positions. T-Dog and Rick were off in their alleyway, while Glenn, Daryl, and Rosie were in their own alleyway. Rosie was crouched down next to where Daryl stood with his crossbow, awaiting instruction.

She wasn't sure who to listen to at first. She already knew it wasn't gonna be Rick or T-Dog because they were the ones who locked Merle on the roof. She didn't hate Glenn or anything, but she didn't really respect him. If he told her to do something and she didn't do it, he'd probably be like "aw man" and move on. But Daryl was too much like her dad to disobey him. Or at least that's what Rosie assumed.

"You got some balls for a China man," Daryl said as Glenn readied himself to run out into the walker-infested street. Rosie thought it was a shit idea, but thinking it was a shit idea wasn't gonna stop them. It didn't stop Merle from cutting off his own hand.

"I'm Korean," Glenn corrected, annoyed.

"Whatever."

As Glenn snuck out, so far unnoticed by the walkers, Daryl prepared his crossbow. Rosie wasn't sure what she could do. She had her dad's gun, which was in her new backpack, but that was too loud. The whole point of Daryl being there was because his crossbow was quiet. She also had her knife, but that wouldn't be much use as a long distance weapon. The only other thing she had was her slingshot, but she was chalk out of rocks. So the only thing she could think to do was keep her knife ready in her hand, so that's what she did, leaving her bag on the ground next to the dumpster. She sat there, crouched down next to Daryl, too afraid to open her mouth.

Her fear only grew when she heard footsteps padding down the alleyway. Fast ones. Not walker ones. Human ones. Both her and Daryl perked up at the sound. Rosie glanced at Daryl, wondering what to do. He held a finger to his lips, telling her to keep quiet, and she nodded in response, eyes wide.

Daryl held his crossbow at the ready, and when the person neared the dumpster the two were hiding behind, he jumped out in front of them, pointing his crossbow right at them. Rosie didn't jump out, but she peaked around the corner, watching.

The person was a boy, or maybe a man. Rosie couldn't tell if he was an old teenager or a young adult. Either way, he didn't look super threatening. He had on a white tank top, like the ones Rosie's dad used to wear, and was very skinny. He had a chain around his neck, which was the only item on him that didn't look dirty and worn down. He also looked scared.

"Woah, don't shoot me! What do you want?!" he shouted alarmingly loud.

Rosie popped out from behind the dumpster, but still stayed crouched down behind Daryl, shaking her head at the loud man boy adamantly. She put a finger to her lips and widened her eyes. "Shhh!" she hissed out.

The man boy looked away from Daryl and down at Rosie, with wide eyes and a scared look on his face.

"Don't look at her, look at me," Daryl ordered, and the man boy listened, "I'm lookin' for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?" Daryl asked quickly, his crossbow pointed right at the man boy's head.

"Ayudame!" the man boy suddenly screamed, looking even more terrified than before.

"Shut up!" Daryl shouted at him, "You're gonna bring the geeks down on us! Answer me!" The man boy didn't listen this time. "Answer me!"

"Ayudame!" he screamed again.

"Shhhhh!" Rosie hissed even more aggressively this time.

The man boy didn't listen. He just carried on like that, shouting out "ayudame!"

What the hell does that even mean?!

Rosie jumped in surprise when Daryl slammed the crossbow into the man boy's skull, knocking him to the ground. Daryl crouched down in front of him, attempting to cover his mouth and keep him quiet. He kept squirming and kicking and shouting, though. Rosie stood all the way up now, and backed up towards the fence. She wanted to look out for Glenn to see if he was coming back their way, but when she turned around, three men were on the other side of the fence.

"Daryl!" she managed to shout before one of the men grabbed her and covered her mouth with their hand. The man ripped the knife out of her hand before she could send it into his thigh and twist, just like her father taught her to do.

Daryl looked up at the sound of Rosie's voice, but was met with a big man kicking him hard in the side. Rosie watched in horror, unable to do anything, as two of the men beat the shit out of Daryl. She wished she hadn't set her backpack down by the dumpster. Then she would have her gun. But no. Of course. She just had to set it down.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Glenn ran into the alley with the bag of guns, but stopped in his tracks when he saw what was going on.

"That's it! That's the bag, vato!" one of the men shouted. The two beating up Daryl abandoned him on the ground and sprinted towards Glenn, who held the bag back behind himself. He started to run, but the men got there first, and starting doing to him what they were doing to Daryl.

Still stuck with the man holding her back, Rosie kicked and thrashed. The man held her tightly by the arms, though, preventing her from hitting him. She tried to get her leg back far enough to kick him in the nuts, but she couldn't. First of all, she was facing the wrong way, and second of all, everything was moving so damn fast!

A car appeared outside the gate to the alley, and before Rosie knew it, she was being pulled towards it. The other two men were already climbing into the car when the man who had Rosie hit her hard in the back of the head, knocking her out completely.

God, she was really tired of her head throbbing.

At least they didn't get the bag.

Daryl and Glenn tried to stop the men. Daryl managed to shoot one of them in the ass, saving the bag of guns, but it didn't stop them from taking Rosie. They still threw Rosie's unconscious body into the back seat of the car and drove off, tires squealing behind them.

Rick and T-Dog came sprinting down the alley, but they were ten seconds too late. Daryl turned around and threw the man boy against the wall, ready to bash his skull in, but Rick got to him first.

"Woah, woah, woah! Stop it!" Rick yelled.

"I'm gonna kick your nuts up into your throat!" Daryl shouted at the man boy as Rick held him back.

T-Dog held the man boy back as he tried to break free.

"They took Rosie! That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends!" Daryl shouted. Rick turned around with his eyebrows furrowed at the man boy. "I'm gonna stomp your ass!"

"Guys! We're cut off!" Glenn reminded them, gesturing towards the half-broken fence separating them from the walkers.

"Get to the lab! Go!" Rick ordered.

T-Dog nodded and took the man boy with him. Rick grabbed the gun bag while Daryl grabbed Rosie's discarded knife, tossing it into her backpack before slinging it over his shoulder. Glenn, Rick, and Daryl followed T-Dog and the man boy back to the lab.