Parker sat in another council meeting again, this time down a member. Sasha was gone because she had contracted the disease and was currently confined to block A with the others. "It's spread. To everyone who survived the attack in cellblock D," Hershel stated, looking around at the other council members in the room. "Sasha, Caleb, and now others." He listed off.

"Oh, jesus," Daryl murmured.

"God, we're dropping like flies." Parker massaged her temples.

"So what do we do?" Carol asked.

"First things first," Hershel started, "Cellblock A is isolation. We keep the sick people there like we tried with Karen and David."

"And how do we know that what happened to Karen and David won't happen to anyone else?" Parker inferred, not wanting to be led back to more human pieces of charcoal.

"What the hell we gonna do about that?" Daryl argued, they all knew it had to have been someone trusted enough to be in there alone.

"Ask Rick to look into it," Carol quickly said. "Try to make a timeline, who's where when. But what are we going to do to stop this?" Parker looked at the back of Carol's head, slightly suspicious of how fast Carol had attempted to change the subject.

"There is no stopping it." Hershel determined, "You get it, you have to go through it."

"But it just kills you?" Michonne wondered from the back of the room. Hershel turned in his chair so he was facing her.

"The illness doesn't. The symptoms do. We need antibiotics."

"We've searched every pharmacy you could imagine. All the ones nearby." Parker waved her hand around trying to prove her point further.

"That veterinary college at West Peachtree Tech. That's one place people may not have thought to raid for medication," Hershel explained, grasping at straws. "The drugs for animals there are the same we need."

"That's fifty miles," Daryl pointed out, "Too big a risk before. Ain't now." He pushed his chair back, standing up. "I'm gonna take a group out. Best not waste any more time."

"I'm in," Michonne instantly stated.

"You haven't been exposed," Hershel warned her. "Daryl has. You get in the car with him..."

"He's already given me fleas," Michonne joked which made the whole room smile, surprisingly even Daryl.

"I can lead the way," Hershel offered, getting up. "I know where everything's kept."

"Hershel, I don't know if that's such a good idea." Parker tried to explain to him, not wanting to hurt his feelings in any way.

"When we're out there, it's always the same. Sooner or later we run." Daryl said, everyone all agreeing with him.

"I can draw you a map," Hershel suggested, wanting to help them out somehow. "There are other precautions I feel we should take."

"Like what?"

"There's no way in telling how long it'll be before Daryl and his group return," Hershel told them, explaining his thought process. "Wouldn't it make sense for us to separate the most vulnerable? We can use the administration building. Separate office, separate rooms."

"Who are the most vulnerable?" Parker asked, already assuming it meant the kids.

"The very young," Hershel responded.

"And what about the old?" Parker crossed her arms as she looked at him. He stayed silent and everyone dispersed going their separate ways. Later that day, Parker was helping Daryl with the car they were going to take, and while checking under the hood, she cursed when she saw it was low on oil. Michonne was waiting and when she stopped by the car leaning against it, Daryl scoffed in annoyance at the situation.

"Son of a bitch is 'bout a quart low."

"You still keep it in the bottom of tower three?" Michonne asked the two.

"Yeah, I think there's some extra down there," Parker confirmed and she nodded already walking to get it.

"I'll go get one."

"Hey!" Daryl called after Michonne, "I'm glad you're here."

"You're such a big softie," Parker teased, nudging him with her shoulder.

"Where else would I be?" Michonne raised an eyebrow, walking backward.

"Running off," Daryl replied, sounding a little bitter.

"You know I'm not running off," Michonne said, when Daryl nodded going back to work, she sighed. "So, it's just going to be you, Parker, and me like in the old days?"

"Guess you're just unlucky," Parker jokingly shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, and Bob," Daryl added, "Still, feels like we could use another person."

"Who else isn't sick?" Michonne questioned.

"Well we can't ask Rick," Parker crossed his name off the very small list.

"He wants to stay here with Carl and Little ass-kicker. Keep them safe." Daryl backed her up, using the nickname he had given Judith. "Plus, there's plenty of stuff he can do here."

"So, who else we got?" Michonne asked, now back in front of them, deciding this was more important to figure out than getting the gas.

"Tyreese..?" Daryl threw out the suggestion and Parker looked at him like he was crazy.

"Really?" She asked, her voice high-pitched, completely caught off guard. "You saw how he was yesterday, are you like a hundred percent certain that bringing Tyreese along is a good idea?" She briefly looked at her hand, her knuckles scabbed over from punching him.

"He's all we have," Daryl replied, "I'll go get him. Stay here." Parker headed to the cell she shared with Daryl. She was grateful for a cell of their own where they were able to be away from everyone. It was quiet in the dead of night when everyone was asleep, but Parker's favorite place was the watchtower, where others rarely went. Still, the cell had become a home for Daryl and Parker, decorated with some stuff they had found on runs. There were some photos taped to the wall that Parker had recently taken and a couple of books that Daryl had found in a store because he knew how much Parker liked to read. 

And a pile of clothes in the corner of the cell because neither of them were avid fans of keeping their stuff organized. The bed was unmade, the blankets thrown haphazardly over the mattress, it was messy but it was what worked for them. Parker debated on whether or not she should wear the bulletproof vest or not, deciding to just put it on knowing Rick and Daryl would give her a hard time if she didn't. She grabbed her backpack, already filled with all the necessary items, and headed back to the car. Bob was waiting by the car and when he saw her, he looked at what she was wearing.

"Do you always wear that?" He pointed to the vest that she had on.

"It's the only way I can get out," Parker explained to him briefly. "Especially when you have an overprotective older brother and a husband."

"At least they're taking care of you," Bob said with a slight shrug, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Exactly," Daryl spoke as he passed, heading to check the hood of the car.

"I suppose it's sorta cool," She jumped so that her feet landed slightly apart, placing her hands on her hips and puffing out her chest. "Makes me look like a superhero just.. less cool."

"Have you ever worn one of the helmets?"

"Yup," Parker scrunched her nose up remembering how uncomfortable the thing was. "Once. When we were defending this place from the Governor. That thing squeezed my brain, so I never use them anymore." Bob laughed as Daryl finished with the car. 

"Didn't have much of one to begin with," Daryl murmured and Parker stared at him with a fake offended look.

"You are one to talk, Daryl Dixon." He closed the hood, tucking his red rag into his back pocket. "Is everything good?"

"Yeah," Daryl grunted in response, "Zach kept this thing running pretty good."

"This is Zach's car?" Bob asked, sounding nervous.

"Yup, it's the fastest one we have," Parker told him and he gulped, sweat beads on his forehead.

"You alright?" Daryl shared a look with Parker, both noticing Bob's sad expression.

"You really want me coming along?" Daryl searched his pockets and found the list Hershel had given him.

"What's that word?" He pointed to the first word on the list.

"Zanamivir," Bob read, squinting to see if.

"Yup, we need you," Daryl confirmed, he and Parker had tried to pronounce the word earlier, having an entire debate over it. Parker snatched the list from his hands, looking it over.

"Mm, yeah.. no I can't pronounce half of these words." Tyreese spotted them and walked over. "Hey.." 

"What's up?" Daryl nodded at him.

"Still have room for one more?"

"Hell yeah," Daryl gave Parker a look, silently telling her not to do something to set him off.

"Good. Just gotta get my gear," Tyreese told them, quickly heading back to the prison. Daryl picked up his crossbow, swinging it over his shoulder.

"Alright, Parker, you got everythin'?" Parker picked up her backpack and tossed it to him.

"I think so. I have my gear and my bag, lots of snacks because I'm always hungry."

"Weapons?" Daryl asked, making sure she didn't just grab food. She reached for her belt, going to grab her knife and gun.

"Shit. I'll be right back " She held up a finger, signaling to give her a minute before running off. Daryl rolled his eyes, amused. It wasn't uncommon for Parker to forget something, it started happening a lot once they got to the prison. Being somewhere safe didn't call for them to be constantly on edge, there wasn't a constant need to be fully geared up. On one of their runs, they were about halfway and she remembered that she'd forgotten her knife, and there was that time when she had forgotten to bring her bag. Whatever wasn't attached to her body had a pretty good chance of being left behind, so Daryl had a mental checklist for her every time they were about to leave, just to be safe. Bob laughed as she disappeared inside the prison.

"She's a good person." Daryl scoffed at Bob's comment.

"She's somethin'."

"You're lucky to have her," Bob said, still watching the doors she had gone through.

"She's probably the best thing that ever happened to me," Daryl agreed, walking around the car waiting at the driver's side.

"You seem happy together," Bob smiled, looking over his shoulder to look at Daryl.

"We are," Daryl stated, ending the conversation there. "Do you have everything?" Bob paused for a moment before nodding.

"Yes." Bob confirmed, quickly patting himself down to check. Parker returned breathless and holding her gun which was hanging from the holster in her hand.

"I almost forgot. But I didn't. So I'll count that as a win." Attaching it onto her belt she slowly made her way back to them.

"Only cause I reminded you," Daryl told her, "So technically, it's my win."

"Shut up."

"Get in the car," Daryl laughed, shaking his head. "And for the love of God, don't forget anything else."

"I already have everything," Parker remarked, quickly going over everything again just to triple-check. "I've got my hat, snacks for the road, water, my gun, and my knife." She listed off, her hand covering each thing as she whispered it. "And an overprotective asshat I call my husband." Daryl narrowed his eyes at her and she snickered, tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ears.

"All your stuff on correctly?"

"Yes Dad," Parker puffed out her cheeks as she blew out a breath, rolling her eyes, and turned to Bob. "I told you they're overprotective."

"Only cause we love you."

"I think it just turns you on to see me looking so damn good in this outfit," Parker held in a laugh as she struck a ridiculous pose, winking at Daryl. "No?" Daryl couldn't hide the redness that spread to his face at Parker's comment, but he tried to downplay it.

"I thought I told you to get in the car."

"I'm not hearing a 'no'," Parker continued, putting a hand to her ear. Daryl took a step towards her and Parker laughed, dodging him as she ran to the other side of the car as Michonne finally joined the small run group. The good news about Zach's car was that the radio worked, so Parker grabbed a Beyonce CD from the glovebox and looked at Daryl as she pulled it out of its case. When the rest got into the car, Daryl sat down in the driver's seat and looked at Parker.

"You feelin' better?"

"Well, I don't feel like there's blood leaking from my eyeballs, so yeah," Parker nodded, turning to look back at Michonne, Tyreese, and Bob. "How's everyone? Welcome to Parker's rock concert. That doesn't actually involve rock."

"What's that?" Bob asked, looking at the others for help.

"You don't want to know," Michonne rolled her eyes.

"Rock concert?" Tyreese repeated, interested in the types of music she had. "You got any AC/DC or something?"

"Something better," Parker smiled as she held up the CD. "We have Beyonce's angelic voice to keep us entertained."

"Don't," Daryl warned but she had already put the CD in the slot. "I hate you." When Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' started playing through the car speakers, Parker looked at Daryl with a content smile and settled back in her seat.

"You love me." Parker turned off the music after a while because she knew when Daryl had reached his limit. He thanked her as she did so, lowering her hat over her eyes as she sulked in her seat, subjecting herself to listening to half an hour of music she didn't like. 

"Hey, I know you weren't running off," Daryl said to Michonne who was sitting in the back between Tyreese and Bob. "The thing is, the trail went cold. You know that, right? If it was any different, I'd be right out there with you." Parker started boredly fiddling with the radio, listening to the static she had grown accustomed to. She reached for a CD case, flipping through it to try and find something the other four would enjoy. Then a voice broke through the static.

"Find... sanctuary..."

"Was that a voice?" Bob asked, leaning forward to try and hear it better.

"Shh," Daryl shushed, turning up the volume of the radio.

"Determined to survive... keep alive... determined..." It continued to cut in and out, all of them straining to listen to it. Parker looked up a fraction of a second before the others, spotting the walker in the middle of the road.

"Daryl!" Daryl slammed on the brakes and the car swerved to the side as he tried to avoid the walker, Parker clung to the seat as tightly as possible. Daryl's arm shot across her chest, preventing her from being thrown forward despite wearing her seat belt. It was an instinct he had no control over, it happened because he wanted to keep Parker safe. The car stopped and Parker looked out the windows, her eyes wide in horror when she saw the herd of walkers blocking the road ahead of them. There were hundreds of them, maybe even a thousand wandering the road in front of them and when they heard the car, many of them began to crowd around the vehicle. "Daryl..." Parker whispered, uncertainty filling her voice, hating the sudden feeling of claustrophobia that flooded her body as the sun got blocked out by the walkers that swarmed around. So many walkers around them made her feel like she was trapped in a coffin, dead.

"Grab somethin'!" Daryl yelled, putting the car in reverse, the tires screeched against the road. He hit the walkers behind them, driving over their bodies as they tried to get away from the ones grabbing at the hood and Parker pointed to the side.

"Go left!" When Daryl tried to drive, nothing happened and Parker looked in the side mirror to see the car stuck over the bodies of the walkers, blood splattered everywhere. Despite killing them, there was no way the car could move without someone getting out to push it and that was way too dangerous. "It's stuck," Parker told him, seeing the walkers quickly catching up with the car again.

"I have to make a run for the gaps right there," Daryl explained to everyone, their options dwindling. "You four, make a run for the woods and you don't stop for nothin', you hear me? Now!" While he spoke, telling them the plan, Parker wondered what he would do and felt more than ever the need to be by his side. However, a look from Daryl, when he finished speaking, told her to go along with his plan, and as he climbed through the sunroof, Parker kicked her door open, knocking down the walkers as she pulled out her knife. She ran alongside Michonne, stabbing walkers who got close, heading for the trees. There were so many of them, coming from all directions, that Parker could barely make out anything. Everything seemed blurry as if her body was on autopilot. She had done this plenty of times before, been in situations like this, when her body acted without conscious thought. When a walker got too close? Dead. A clear path to the woods? Her feet were headed in that direction. Parker could only wonder where Daryl was, having lost him in the madness of the moment. Tyreese hesitated to get out of the car, and when Parker, Bob, and Michonne yelled at him to get out, he didn't seem to hear them until he snapped out of his stupidity and climbed out. Instantly, he felt overwhelmed and began to kill the walkers that surrounded him. Parker took a few steps forward, intending to help him, but a body slammed into hers and practically dragged her backward, away from the walkers.

"Go!" He yelled at them, drawing walkers to him as he hacked away at others. "Come on!" Tyreese shouted, "Come on and get me!"

"Let's go," Daryl grabbed Parker's hand, pulling her away. They were being hunted by at least a dozen walkers, and Parker could hear the growling behind her, urging her legs to keep moving and not give up. A walker jumped out in front of her, an arrow embedded in the side of its skull right as she went to stab it. Parker nodded her thanks to Daryl before pulling out the arrow and continuing to run. "Hold up!" Daryl suddenly yelled, reloading his crossbow. Michonne had her katana in hand, doing a quick circle to make sure they were safe for the time being. Bob stood behind them, his gun held tightly in his hands. There was a rustling in the bushes behind them that had both of them drawing their weapons. Parker pulled out her gun, holding it in one hand as she waited for whatever was causing the sounds. As the two walkers stumbled through the leaves, Parker gritted her teeth as she realized Tyreese was most likely dead. 

Then, the walker who was furthest from them fell dead after being hit in the head from behind. Tyreese stumbled out of the trees and Parker felt a wave of relief run through her body at the sight of him, bloodied but alive. Michonne killed the second walker and Daryl ran over to Tyreese who had fallen to his knees from exhaustion or shock, Parker wasn't sure which. More walkers appeared and they wasted no time fleeing from them back into the trees. They put as much distance as they could between themselves and the dead, only stopping when the growling faded and could no longer be heard. It was getting late and everyone knew the risks of walking in the woods at night, so they made a little camp, got a fire started, and made themselves comfortable. When Daryl returned from scouting the area around them, he found Parker leaning up against a tree, snacking on a granola bar.

"You alright?" Daryl asked, sitting down beside her, she took a bite while nodding.

"Like you said, sooner or later, we have to run, right?" He seemed confused for a second until she had repeated what he had told Hershel before they'd left.

"I told you," Daryl replied, stealing the granola bar and taking a bite of it.

"Daryl! That was mine! I have more, you could've asked." He crumpled the wrapper, and tossed it, breaking the last small piece in half and giving it to her. "Imagine if we had Hershel with us?" A shiver ran through her body as she said it, "That wouldn't have been good."

"Well, at least we're alive," Daryl rested a hand over his knee as he looked at the fire and the rest of their small group around it.

"Yeah," She laughed slightly, "We live to fight another day." She lowered her voice to a whisper, fearing Tyreese might be able to hear. "I can't believe he's not dead. I mean the man was surrounded, and he escaped. That takes skill."

"Yeah," Daryl agreed, glancing at Tyreese, "I thought he'd died back there." Parker looked at Tyreese as she stifled a yawn with her hand.

"This day is nothing like I had imagined it to be. I figured it would have been easy, but apparently 'easy' just isn't a thing in this world anymore."

"Maybe one day," Daryl mumbled quietly, "Maybe one day we'll stop just surviving and just live."

"That something I've been dreaming of since the start of this thing," Parker sighed, resting her head against the tree, and rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands.

"Tired?" Daryl watched her with concern, "You can sleep if you want."

"Fine, but don't let anything get me while I'm asleep," Parker whispered as she snuggled into Daryl, his arm around her shoulders as she pressed her body against his chest.

"I'd never let anything hurt you." The next morning, Tyreese went down to the stream to wash his shirt, wanting to clean off the walker guts and hopefully make it blue again. Michonne pulled out the map and was trying to figure out where they were.

"This is Turner Creek, so Barnesville should be a few miles downstream." She explained to them, mapping it out with her finger as she told them.

"Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride" Bob pointed out, sounding pleased with their new route.

"Yo, Ty!" Daryl called out to him, "Come on, let's go. Vamanos." Parker walked in the lead, alongside Michonne and Daryl, and although she was currently eating another granola bar, it tasted like cardboard and she had trouble eating it. She felt nauseous and didn't know if it was from only having two granola bars in the past week as a meal or if it was the sickness that was going around the prison, but she was really hoping it wasn't the illness. Daryl stopped suddenly, crouching down as he grabbed a tiny rock off the ground, Michonne leaned closer to see what it was.

"Is that Jasper?" He nodded, rolling it in his fingertips. "It's a good color," Michonne commented, still looking at it. "It brings out your eyes."

"When Miss Richards went into A block, we were leavin'," Daryl explained to her. "Asked me to keep a lookout. I'm gonna use it for her old man's marker."

"You know all them back there?" Michonne raised a curious eyebrow, shocked that Daryl actually knew any of the other survivors at the prison.

"You stay in one place more than a couple hours... you'd be surprised what you pick up." Daryl said, hinting at Michonne's habit of disappearing for days at a time. He walked off and Parker offered Michonne a sad smile.

"He's just tired of losing people."

"We all are," Michonne replied, a small hint of anger or annoyance in her voice. Parker sighed, knowing how she felt, probably how a lot of them felt.

"It gets repetitive after a while," Parker spoke, thinking of all the people who had died. "But it never gets easier.." They walked for a couple more miles until they reached an abandoned repair shop. They found a car hidden under a fallen tree covered in vines, and while Daryl tried to hotwire it, Parker checked to make sure the perimeter was clear. She tried to see through the windows at the back of the store, but the layers of dust that covered them were too thick to see through. Regardless there were no walkers in the area, meaning they were safe for now. Or from what she could see there were none. When she got back to the group, she was informed that there was no luck in getting the car to start.

"We gotta find us a new battery," Daryl told them, looking at his hands which were gross. When he went to wipe away some dirt off the window of the building, walkers jumped against them. "Got some friends inside. Come on."

"Maybe we can try to clear a path, see how many are there?" Parker suggested, tugging on some of the vines growing on the side of the building. Tyreese hacked away at the vines with his machete and Daryl watched him warily.

"Hey, man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealin' with." As he said that, a walker's hand emerged from the brush and grabbed Daryl. Parker yanked the machete out of Tyreese's hands and sliced off the walker's arm before it could do anything, then she slammed the machete down on its head slicing it almost in half. She angrily slammed the handle of the blade back into Tyreese's hands while Michonne dealt with the walker on Bob. Tyreese didn't seem to want to let go of the walker he was fighting and Parker stepped forward, wanting to help but also knew that he could snap in seconds.

"Tyreese! Let it go!" She yelled at him, watching as black stuff oozed out of its mouth as it tried to bite him through the vines it was still caught in. He pulled the walker out of the bushes, falling to the ground. Daryl was quick to pull the walker off of him and Bob shot it in the head. Parker glared at him as she helped him to his feet, pissed that he had put all of their lives in danger. "Are you okay?" Even though she was upset with him, she'd feel terrible for Sasha if they returned with the news that her brother had died.

"Why the hell didn't you let go?" Michonne spat when he remained silent. Still breathing heavily, he stared straight ahead as if no one was talking to him. Parker flared her nostrils, waving her hands in his face before turning towards the rest of them.

"Guys, we shouldn't waste any more time." She glanced back at Tyreese, making sure he got the message that he was the one wasting it. "We got people back at the prison who are depending on us with their lives. Their lives are literally in our hands." Parker went inside with Daryl and Bob, trying to find batteries. While the men both went one way, Parker went the other, a flashlight in one hand and her knife in the other. She could barely see in the dark, and as she walked through the hallways looking for any walkers or anything that might be of use, she found absolutely nothing. Slowly walking down another hall, she practically jumped five feet into the air when she saw Bob and Daryl appear on the other end. "Jesus christ!" She whispered, holding a hand over her chest.

"Sorry," Daryl whispered even though he was laughing. He shined his flashlight in some of the doorways before looking back at her, "Be careful." Parker shined her flashlight at the ground, noticing the puddles of what looked like blood covering the floor.

"What the hell is that?" She muttered, furrowing her eyebrows as she leaned over to get a closer look.

"That's puke," Daryl responded, looking at the blood splatters on the ground, Parker stumbled back, stepping around it. "Those douchebags in the vines took themselves out, holding hands." Parker scrunched her face up in disgust at the smell, staring at half-empty, overturned bottles of car cleaning products. "Kumbaya style."

"They wanted to go out together, same as they lived," Bob spoke quietly, looking between Daryl and Parker. "Does that make them douchebags?"

"It does if they could've gotten out," Daryl replied, which Parker agreed with.

"Everyone makes it.. til they don't," Bob rambled, searching some shelves. "People nowadays are dominoes. What they did, maybe it was about not having to watch them fall." Parker looked at him, wanting to know where he was going with this.

"Clear," Daryl confirmed, their walker search done, only having to kill a couple. Parker heard growling coming from an office and stopped.

"I thought you said 'clear'?" She turned the corner, bringing her into the office and she saw the walker trapped under the desk, struggling to grab at her ankles. She shined her flashlight at the pictures on the walls and pinned to a board next to it, a family smiling in one of them. That same family was the one that Parker, Daryl, and Bob had just killed. Daryl placed a hand on her shoulder, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Come on." When they got outside, Bob and Daryl had successfully located a new car battery. Daryl pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket, lighting it before getting to work on replacing the battery. Parker didn't approve of smoking, but she enjoyed watching Daryl work, his hands moving so easily around the machinery that it seemed like he had been doing it all his life. She found it fascinating because Parker never understood anything about mechanics. "You never told us about the group you were with before," Daryl glanced over at Bob, prompting him to tell them about it.

"Which one?" Bob tried to laugh but it died down in his throat. "You know, when you found me out on that road, I almost kept walking." He admitted, staring down at the ground awkwardly.

"Why? Being with a group is the best choice." Parker leaned against the side of the car, arms crossed.

"Cause I was done being a witness," Bob replied with a sigh. "Two times, two different groups. I was the last one standing. Like I was supposed to see it happen over and over like it's some kind of curse. But, when it's just you out there with the quiet... used to be I'd drink a bottle of anything just so I could shut my eyes at night. Figured the prison, the people, thought it would be easier. The run to the Big Spot, I did it for me." Parker could understand why he would want to keep walking now. If he was on his own he wouldn't have to worry about getting close to someone just to have the world rip them away. Over and over.

"You gotta keep busy," Daryl advised, drinking from a gallon of water he had found while searching the store.

"No," Bob disagreed, shaking his head. "I did it so I could get me bottle. Of anything. I picked it up. I held it in my hand, but I put it down. I put it down so hard it took the whole damn shelf with it. That's what brought on the walkers, and that's what got Zach killed." Bob blurted out, his words flying out, almost like a confession, this was something he needed to get off his chest.

"That's bullshit," Daryl assured him, not believing for a second that Bob purposely meant to kill anyone in the store that day.

"You couldn't have known. Those shelves were probably hanging by a thread, if a mouse crawled on it that thing might have collapsed." That's what Parker was telling him at least. Now that she knew he was the reason the shelf collapsed she wanted to feed him to a walker herself. She liked Zach, he was a sweet kid who somehow managed to get along with everyone.

"Why don't you get in there and try the engine?" Daryl pushed Bob over to the driver's side. "It's a red and green wire. Go on. It ain't rocket science." As Bob climbed in to test it, Daryl rested against the open car door. "And give it some gas." When Bob was fully in the car, Parker came around to stand next to Daryl.

"You know, watching you do your thing is very entertaining."

"That's just your boredom talkin'," Daryl responded, giving her a look.

"You say boredom, I say something else. But I think we should just stick to it being entertaining." She kissed his cheek, a smile evident on her face. When the engine started, Parker clapped her hands together and Daryl whistled to Michonne and Tyreese. Heading to the driver's side, Parker looked at Bob and he instantly hopped out of the car. "Hey, Bob. Sasha, Daryl, and I picked that place. We chose to take you with us. There's no way any of us could've known."

"You ain't gonna be standin' alone," Daryl added, passing by the two. "Not no more. Let's go." Parker had offered to sit in the back of the minivan, refusing to sit in the middle of Michonne and Tyreese. She rested her head against the window, a wave of tiredness washing over her and she closed her eyes, lowering her hat to provide some darkness as she fell asleep. Tyreese heard her quiet snores and looked at Michonne in shock

"How does she do that?"

"Do what?" Michonne asked, looking at the sleeping girl beside her.

"Sleep so easily," Tyreese said, still in complete disbelief. "She just closed her eyes and passed out."

"Probably tired herself out from beating the shit out of you." Michonne offered, amusement evident in her voice.

"She don't sleep well," Daryl explained to him from the front seat. "So every chance she gets, she tries to get some sleep."

"That makes sense," Tyreese nodded, a walker on the side of the road catching his attention for a second. Michonne looked at Parker and smiled, but quickly wiped it off her face.

"She doesn't sleep much but when she does she could sleep through an entire earthquake and still not wake up." Daryl laughed at that, silently agreeing.

"Right?" Daryl continued laughing to himself which caused the other three that were awake to join in.