Parker was tired of burying people. She was tired of saying goodbye to her friends and those she cared about. Jim, Jacqui, Patricia, Shane, Dale, Andrea, Herschel, T-Dog, Lori, and now Beth. They kept losing people and she was tired, so tired, of being the only one left standing at the foot of their graves, forced to keep going. She knew that all she could do was wait for the next loss because, in this new world ruled by the dead, there were no definitive possibilities of survival. Daryl was inconsolable and Maggie cried every time she thought about her sister. Beth had been a very charismatic teenager, clinging to hope after believing the world was bad. 

When she tried to take her own life, Parker had been there, watching how she chose to live and continue believing in a better life for everyone. She never lost hope after the fall of the prison. She believed that everyone would find each other again. If she could see them now, she would be fairly happy with what the group had achieved. They lowered their defenses and accepted new people, growing and molding together as an unmistakably dangerous force. Parker knew she would be proud. Still, she was tired of burying people, and as she stood by Beth's grave listening to Gabriel recite the all too familiar words for Beth, Parker hugged Daryl tightly, trying not to cry. 

"We look not at what can be seen, but we look at what cannot be seen. For what can be seen is temporary.... but what cannot be seen is eternal. For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands... eternal in the heavens."

Every time she thought about Beth, it brought tears to her eyes and remembered how much everyone cared about the girl, including Daryl. After they had fully buried her, no one really knew what to do next. They didn't have a safe place. They didn't have any sort of plan. They no longer had the motivation to do anything. Everyone was exhausted. They were tired of being in constant danger, tired of the constant loss and pain and anguish. They were tired. They needed rest. It was Noah who launched the idea of making the trip to his hometown. He said it was fortified, with walls and a community that thrived within. Although Rick thought it was a long way to go, he seemed to agree with the idea. It was either that or staying on the road. No destination, no plan, just wallowing in their own pain and guilt.

"It was secure," Rick told the group, trying to convince them. "It has walls, homes, twenty people. Beth wanted to go with him. She wanted to get him there. It's a long trip, but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make."

"And what if it isn't around anymore?" Glenn brought up the one question no one else had the guts to ask in front of Noah.

"Then we keep going." Rick offered up the best answer he could think of on the spot.

"Then we find a new place." Michonne joined in, adding to Rick's answer to back him up.

"A place where we can be safe and raise Judith and my baby," Parker added on. Daryl nodded in agreement with their words. "We have to do it. For Beth." And that's why they left that day, piling into their cars and taking off down the road. They were doing that for a reason, because if Beth saw a better future ahead, they had to hold on to that and try to find it, not only for themselves but for her as well. 

Tyreese, Rick, Michonne, and Glenn were waiting by the car they were planning on taking, at the moment they were just waiting for Noah. Parker walked over, tossing her bag into the back and Rick caught her shoulder when she was about to walk away. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He whispered, not wanting to draw attention to them.

"I'm thinking that I'm coming with you guys."She deadpanned, crossing her arms loosely as she waited for him to tell her she wasn't going.

"You really think that's a good idea? We just lost somebody." He told her, pointing to Maggie who was off on her own, silently crying, and then over to Daryl who was just about to head off on his own for the fifth time.

"I know. And I can't be stuck here anymore. You can be protective or whatever but I'm going and that's the end of it." She argued with him under her breath, opening the trunk. "You can force me to stay back when I'm as big as a house. Until then, you're stuck with me." She climbed into the back, sitting in the trunk. "Won't even know I'm here."

"Glenn's sitting back there. You two aren't gonna shut up." Rick sighed, running his hand over his face. They had traveled over five hundred miles and everyone was getting tired of riding in the car. Especially with the two in the back. "How far out?" Rick asked, fed up. Noah looked around, getting a view of their surroundings before sitting normally in his seat again.

"Five miles." He responded and Rick dropped back against his seat with a sigh. 

"You should probably check to make sure we're still in range with the others." Parker pointed out, leaning over Rick's seat. He grabbed his walkie, glaring at her as he clicked the button.

"Hey, Carol."

"I'm here," Her voice crackled over the walkie.

"Hey, Carol we're nearly there. We've got about five-ish more miles. Rick just thought it'd be a good idea to check the range." Parker held the button down as she talked into the walkie-talkie while Rick held it. She gave him a smile as she sat back down.

"Everybody's holding tight. We've made it five hundred miles. Maybe this can be the easy part." Carol said back.

"Gotta think we're due." Everyone looked out their windows as they talked. "Give us twenty  minutes to check in." 

"We don't hear from you, we'll come looking," She stated, which was reassuring in a way.  

"Copy that." Rick turned in his seat, looking back at Parker and Glenn. "Don't take stuff out of my hands." Parker laughed, resting her arm on her knee.

"I didn't. it was still in your hand while I was talking." She argued and Glenn actually laughed for the first time since the hospital. "And could you relax, I gave you the credit."

"You thought it would be a good idea to let her come with us," Michonne mumbled, the faintest smile on her face.

"She didn't give me much of a choice," Rick turned back around with a disappointed sigh. 

"I've been wanting to tell you something," Noah said quietly, it was meant for Tyreese but everyone was listening in anyway.

"What's that?" Tyreese asked him. 

"The trade. it was the right play." He looked at Tyreese, trying to figure out how he felt about it. "It worked. it did work. Just something else happened after." 

"It went the way it had to." Tyreese finally said to him, not taking his eyes off the road. "The way it was always going to."

"I never wanted to kill anybody before," Noah muttered, looking straight ahead. Before the outbreak the majority of them hadn't ever thought about killing anybody before. It was just something that needed to be done to get by in the world they lived in. 

"I've wanted that. But it just made it so that I didn't see anything except what I wanted. I wasn't facing it." Tyreese admitted, while everyone tried to pretend like they weren't listening.

"Facing what?" Noah asked him quietly.

"What happened. Whats going on. My dad always told Sasha and me that it was our duty as citizens of the world to keep up with the news. When I was little and I was in his car, there were always those stories on the radio. Something happens a thousand miles away or down the block." Parker's eyes locked onto a old rusted and burnt farm house, her eyes following it as it slowly disappeared behind trees. "Some kind of horror I couldn't even wrap my head around. But he didn't change the channel. He didn't turn it off. He just kept listening. To face it. Keeping your eyes open. My dad always called that... paying the high cost of livin'."

"I lost my dad in Atlanta," Noah told him and everyone all looked around at one another. Everyone had lost someone in Atlanta. "I think he would have liked yours. Still got a mom and a couple of twin brothers." He smiled a bit, nodding his head. "I hope."

"I hope so too." Tyreese gave him a small nod.

"How much further we got 'till we get there?" Parker asked the question quietly, watching as Glenn fidgeted with a random disk he'd found in the trunk with them.

"Two more miles," Noah turned his head back at them, and Rick nodded, looking around at everybody as he sat up.

"Alright." He tapped Tyreese on the shoulder. "Lets pull into the woods. We'll go on foot. Stay off the road."

"Since I gave you the credit for checking range, do I get the credit for that?" Parker snickered at the look Rick sent her.

"Shut up."

"We don't need to. Th- the walking part." Noah stuttered when Rick's eyes slowly locked onto him.

"Just in case," Rick replied coldly right as the disk cracked into a bunch of pieces in Glenn's hand making a few of them jump. Tyreese took a more secluded road that led them into a small circle surrounded by trees with a couple of other abandoned cars that looked to have been in an accident. If the blood on the hood of one of the cars wasn't enough, the front of the two was destroyed. Once the car was stopped, everyone started getting out.

"Remind me to choose a much closer trip before arguing that I should be allowed to come." Parker groaned as she opened the doors, hopping down.

"I tried to talk you out of it," Rick stated as he looked around. "This is good. Through the trees, it might just look like part of the wreck." Just as he said that a walker started snarling, its hands and head hitting against the dirty car window.

"It's this way," Noah muttered, his eyes never straying from the walker as he pointed behind him, taking a couple of clumsy steps.

"Let's just leave it. Not like it's getting out of there anytime soon," Parker commented, following after Noah, and one by one, the others trailed after them. After about fifteen minutes of carefully walking through the woods, they reached some type of obstacle. A bunch of thick wires tied amongst the trees to block walkers most likely. Or to just make things difficult for the living.

"Your people do this?" Michonne asked Noah as she stopped in front of it.

"Wanted to. They must have." It wasn't that it was hard to get through, just a nuisance. 

"Geez, this just might be the most annoying thing I've dealt with in a long time," Parker muttered as she lifted a wire, and stepped over another one.

"Some would say the same about you," Glenn breathed out, following behind her.

"Okay, that was good. I'll give you that," She dropped the wire down on him. "But was very hurtful." Noah hissed in pain, holding a cut on his forehead as they all got to the end of it.

"You alright?" Rick asked him.

"Yeah. Yeah." He looked back at the wires.

"That's going to be a pain in the ass to get back through. I can feel it now." Parker sighed, continuing to follow after Noah. Rick stopped him once they got to the end of the woods.

"They have spotters? Snipers?"

"We built a perch on a truck," Noah offered him the best he had. From the sounds of it, he had been away for a while. "Sometimes it's out front." Parker leaned around a tree, getting a view of some decently built-up walls for a small town. But from the looks and sounds of it, it seemed empty. But she tried to remain positive, so when everyone waited for her to tell them if there was any sign of a lookout she shook her head.

"I don't see any signs of a perch. Not today." She was the first one out of the woods, but Noah was the first to get out on the road, limping toward the front gates. He pushed against the metal bars, trying to open it from the outside but all it was creating was noise. They couldn't see past the metal sheet on the other side of the gate but they could hear very faint growls and something clanging against the ground as it fell over.

"You hear that?" Noah asked them, almost sounding excited but when he looked back and saw their faces, his smile fell and he got nervous.

"Just wait," Glenn whispered, putting his gun away and climbing the walls to see into the town. Everyone waited for him to say that it was good. But they could already tell from what they heard it wasn't. Glenn looked back at them with a defeated sigh and shook his head. Noah looked around at them, waiting for someone to do something as they all stood there before he decided to climb the wall.

"Noah. Noah, wait." Parker tried to stop him, not wanting him to have to see what was back there. He got his foot onto the top of the wall before jumping down to the other side with a grunt. "Fucking shit." She cursed as she planted her foot on the metal beam that was halfway up the wall, using her arms to pull herself up the rest of the wall before dropping down, Noah was already imping down the road. 

"Parker," Rick called after her. She could hear the others scaling the wall as she followed Noah, not necessarily to stop him but to make sure he was safe. "Noah, hold up," Rick tried to stop him but he continued, hurrying to see what remained of his town.

"Noah!" Parker called after him, running to keep up with him once he picked up the pace. For such a bad limp, he could run. They reached a crossway, a tree in the center of it, and the bodies of the people who once lived there littered the ground. Some missing their limbs or extremely chopped up. Noah dropped to the ground as he cried over the people and family he'd lost and Tyreese assured him that it was okay. One lone walker slowly shuffled towards them from one direction and Michonne pulled out her katana.

"I'll get him." She told them, waiting for it to come to her. Parker crouched down beside Noah, pulling him into a hug.

"It'll be okay." She whispered, watching as Rick paced for a moment before crouching in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Noah," He apologized. "I truly am. We should see if there's anything we can use and head back." He stood up as Michonne turned around.

"Then what? They see us." 

"We can make a quick sweep," Glenn gave in after thinking it over.

"I'll stay with him," Tyreese told Rick, who just looked down at Noah, who was still crying as Parker sat with him.

"Same here," She looked up at Rick and Tyreese. "You're not talking me out of it so don't even try."  Rick, Glenn, and Michonne walked off, searching for whatever they thought was useful while Parker and Tyreese hung back with Noah.

"I wanted to die for what I lost," Tyreese said after a few minutes of quiet. "Who I lost. I stepped out into a crowd of those things just trying to... take it all out on them until they took me." Parker remembered that. Thinking he was crazy for doing it but also like he was some type of superhuman for getting out of it alive. "Put them all in front of me so I didn't see anything. But I just kept going. And then later, I was there for Judith when she needed me. I saved her. I brought her back to her dad. And that wouldn't have happened if I had just given up... if I hadn't chosen to live." Parker stood up, brushing the leaves and dead grass off her pants.

"Noah, this is not the end. Your life doesn't have to be over because theirs are. You can keep going. Keep living. For them." She offered him a hand and he slowly grabbed it and she helped him to his feet. 

"There you go," Tyreese whispered, "That's right," He placed a hand on his shoulder as Noah looked down at a few houses. "Hey, we should.." He trailed off as Noah slowly started walking away before breaking off into a run. "Noah!"

"Are you kidding me?" Parker huffed, watching the two run off. "Who thought I'd be the least problematic?" She mumbled under her breath before chasing them down.

"Noah!" Tyreese yelled after him, "Noah!" He ran up the driveway of one of the yards and it being uphill was enough for Tyreese and Parker to catch up with him.

"Noah, stop!" She ran ahead of Tyreese, cutting Noah off, "Hey." She breathed out, struggling to catch her breath. "Think this through."

"This is my house," Noah panted, trying to get past the two of them. "Let me see it." Tyreese watched him for a moment, before taking out his knife.

"Me first."

"I'll back you up," Parker took out her own knife. Tyreese headed for the house and Parker looked at Noah, "Do you have a weapon?"

"No," He shook his head.

"Then just stay close." She pointed over her shoulder. "Come on." Tyreese knocked on the wall, waiting for any walkers that were in there to come out. They waited a few more seconds before slowly making their way in, the first thing they saw was a body, a huge chunk of her head missing. Noah walked over, kneeling down in front of what used to be his mom's body, and used a blanket to cover her up, whispering his apologies to her. Parker walked down a hallway, quiet growls catching her attention. She followed the noise which led her to the last door, the light on the other side, making the shadows of the feet obvious. She turned to her right to an open door and saw what used to be a boy, dead in his bed. Some type of wound in the middle of his stomach.

Her eyes wandered the room, looking at the pictures on the walls, toy cars, and dinosaurs littering the floor. Her eyes welled up with tears when she noticed a few pictures of two identical boys and then one with them and Noah. She jumped when she felt two hands latch onto her arm, looking down she saw the walker twin from the other room about to bite down on her arm. She quickly slid the handle of her knife between his teeth when it went to take a bite out of her arm and pushed it back. She tripped over something behind her and she slammed the side of her head against a wooden shelf. Tyreese heard the commotion while he was keeping an eye on Noah who was still knelt beside what used to be his mom. 

"Parker?" He turned the corner, seeing the open door to one of the end rooms, the last one still closed. The snarling of a walker brought his attention to the open room. One of Noah's twin brothers was chewing on the top of Parker's boot, and she was sat up against a table, blood dripping down the side of her head. He ran forward, grabbing the walker by the shoulder and stabbing it through the back of the head. Tyreese knelt down in front of Parker, lightly hitting the side of her face. "Hey, hey, wake up." She groaned, her eyes blinking a couple of times to clear her vision. She raised her hand, touching the side of her head and pulling her hand away.

"I think my head's bleeding a little bit," She muttered, wincing in pain.

"Yeah." He laughed slightly, grabbing her arm. "Let's get you up."

"Tyreese! Behind you!" Her warning was too late as the second twin ripped a chunk out of his arm. He screamed in pain as he shoved it back as hard as he could, causing it to fall against the bed. Noah ran in, ripping one of the toy planes off the ceiling and shoving it into his brothers eye.

"You're okay. Ju- just hold on. I'll get... I'll get them."

"Go with him," Tyreese told her as he clung to the bite wound on his arm. 

"No! No, I'm staying." She used the table to help pull herself up. Once she was on her feet it took a moment for the room to stop spinning. "We need to stop the infection from spreading. Or at least try to slow it down." She looked back at Tyreese as he started spacing out, his head leaning up against the table leg. She ran over to the bed, using her knife to cut a long strip of the sheet off. She rushed to his side and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt a bit more. "C'mon Tyreese." She muttered, looking up at him as his eyes continued looking around the room. "Stay with me." She whispered as she tied the cut-up sheet around his arm, tightening it as much as she could. A walker jumped at her from behind and she kicked the chair into it, giving her enough time to get to her feet.

The walker grabbed onto her foot and she fell into the side of the bed, hitting her side off the end of it. "These things are going to be the death of me," She grunted as she kicked its head with the heel of her boot, she led it into the other room, stepping around it and running back into the other one. She kicked away all the stuff blocking the door, looking back at the walker who was reaching out for her. She slammed her foot into its chest, knocking it back before slamming the door shut and locking it just in case walkers somehow learned how to open doors. She just had to keep it away from Tyreese, that was her one and only goal. She kicked the dead corpse to the side, crawling back over to him. "Tyreese? Hey, look at me, okay?" His skin was paling and he was covered in sweat, she wanted to pretend that it was just because of the heat but she knew that it was the fever setting in.

"Hey! Tyreese, keep your hand on that." She warned him, running back to his side, and covering the bite wound up. "Noah's going to get the others and you're going to be fine, okay?"

"What's my problem?" Tyreese mumbled, his eyes looking to the left of her. Parker turned to see who or what he was talking to but there was nothing there but the nightstand.

"Tyreese?" She felt his forehead and realized he was burning up. "Tyreese, we're gonna get you back, alright? You'll see Sasha again. You're going to be okay." She tried to keep the panic back in her voice. "No, stop. What are you doing?" She grabbed him by the shoulders, keeping him from getting up.

"I know.... who.... what's going.... I know." He whispered randomly, his eyes coming in and out of focus as he looked around the room. "You.... you're dead."

"Parker?!" Rick's voice shouted from the other side of the house.

"Rick!" She struggled to her feet, running to the doorway. "Rick! Down here! H- he's bit! Tyreese was bit!" She yelled, four sets of footsteps came rushing her way and she stepped out of the way as Rick, Glenn, Michonne, and Noah came barreling into the room.

"How is he?" Rick instantly asked her as Michonne and Glenn sat him up against the wall.

"Not... he is not doing good. He's burning up." She informed them. "I tried to do a makeshift tourniquet but I don't know if it slowed the infection down like I wanted it to."

"Parker, Glenn, keep him still. " Rick ordered as he grabbed Tyreese's arm and pulled it out. "Hold it! One hit. Clean. Go!" Rick shouted and Michonne swung down on his arm with her katana cutting it clean off. "Noah, Michonne, cover the front. Parker, get the rear." Rick instructed as he and Glenn carried Tyreese. They hurried through the house, keeping the formation that was given. "Let's go!" Rick rushed. They ran through the town, everyone on the lookout for any signs of danger. 

"We should just go through the back!" Parker shouted, turning around to make sure there was nothing following.

"We've got to break the chain!" Rick said over her as they neared the front gates. Once they got there, there were already walkers trying to get through the gates.

"We can use the bat." Glenn insisted and Noah volunteered to hold up Tyreese.

"Get ready!" Rick shouted as he broke the chain, jumping back as everyone prepared to kill the walkers. All lined up in front of Noah and Tyreese. Parker stabbed a walker before Rick pulled his gun out and started shooting them. She grabbed her gun, shooting down three. Rick turned around seeing a walker sneaking up behind Noah who was now sitting in front of Tyreese because he ended up not being able to hold him. Rick's bullet only passed through the walker's shoulder but Parker shot right after him and the bullet shot right through the center of its skull.

"Get him up!" Parker yelled. "Help me!" She waited for Rick who wrapped Tyreese's arm around his shoulder, the two straining to get him back up. 

"Let's move!" Rick yelled, Glenn took the rear this time, Michonne and Noah still clearing the path ahead of them. A walker was coming from the side that Michonne was going to kill but Rick stopped her. Their number one goal was to get Tyreese to the car and then back to the camp.

"Come on. Stay with us Tyreese." Parker pleaded, the five of them running as fast as they could until they got back to the wire maze. "Glenn, take him from here. You're stronger." Parker passed Tyreese off to him and she helped the other two move the wires around to make it easier to carry and weave him through.

"I got you. Easy now, easy." Rick muttered as they lifted him over the wires. His foot ended up getting tangled in a few of them and Parker left them to work on that as she crawled under the wires, going back to take care of the walker. She jammed her knife through its eye before running back over to them, pulling down on one of the wires while Glenn pulled up on the other causing the others to tumble to the ground. "You've got to hold on, man! Hold on!"

"Parker! His feet! Get his feet." Glenn pointed as he and Rick got the upper half of his body. She ran to them, picking up his feet, Rick looked back at her, silently asking if she was good. 

"Ready?" She gave him a firm nod.

"Let's go!" Rick yelled and they all grunted as they lifted his body off the ground. They navigated the woods fairly easily, nowhere near as cautious as they were on their way through. The amount of time they spent worrying about walkers or being watched was life or death for Tyreese.

"Glenn go to the other side!" Parker instructed once they got to the car. "Pull him through."

"Come on, give him to me!" Glenn hurried them. "Bring him in." They got him in feet first, trying to get him in the window seat so he had something to lean against.

"Got him?"

"I got him." Glenn nodded, pulling him in.

"Hold him up. Hold him up." Rick repeated, pushing Tyreese upright.

"You're alright, Tyreese. You're gonna be alright." Parker reassured him as they turned him around. "Rick, radio Carol! Tell her what going on." Parker yelled as she hopped into the back, slamming the backdoors behind her and Glenn.

"Carol, we're at the car. We need to cauterize the arm and wrap it. Get Sasha and Carl away. They don't need to see this." He turned the keys, starting the car. "Come on. Come on. Come on." Rick muttered when they didn't move, the tires spinning in the soft dirt.

"We're not moving." Parker pointed out the obvious. He repeatedly stepped on the as until they launched forward, ramming into the back of a truck. The door bent on impact and the upper half of walkers spilled out onto the hood of the car. Once they got on the road, Rick looked through the mirror catching a glimpse of the side of Parker's head.

"You alright?" Rick asked her worriedly.

"Yeah. Head wounds tend to bleed more than necessary. I just caught the side of it on a table." Parker looked at Tyreese and watched as he took a long raggedy breath before he stopped altogether. "Guys..." Rick looked back before, slamming his fist against the steering wheel, yelling.

"Damn it!" He pulled off to the side of the road and everyone climbed out, pulling Tyreese out of the middle seats and laying him carefully on the ground. He stabbed his knife through the side of his head to make sure he wouldn't turn before giving them the okay to put him back. Even though they couldn't bring him back alive, they made a promise to bring him back. And that's what they were going to do. Once they made it back, they brought him to a grass field, under some willow trees. Rick had informed them of his passing so there was a hole already dug for him. Parker carefully placed a white sheet over him and then they buried him.

"We look not at what can be seen, but we look at what cannot be seen. For what can be seen is temporary.... but what cannot be seen is eternal." They each took turns shoveling dirt over him while Gabriel read from his bible. "For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands... eternal in the heavens." He gulped loudly, looking around at the grieving people. "In the heavens." Sasha was the last to add dirt and then she walked away.  During the town sweep, Tyreese was bitten by a walker and died of blood loss before they could make it back. Not only had they lost Beth, but now Tyreese as well. Daryl, Maggie, and Sasha headed into the woods to try to find some food and water while trying to process things. Parker stayed back with Carl, Carol, and Judith, while Rick and the others went another way.