Parker ran out of her cell, grabbing a rifle and a bulletproof vest. She threw it over her head, leaving the straps undone as she ran through the door that led to the yard, hearing the shots getting louder. She could see her friends gathered on one side of the yard as she turned toward the closest thing to use as cover she could find. "Rick?!" Parker yelled as she ducked behind the bleachers. "Maggie?"

"Parker?!" Maggie's voice echoed in her ears and Parker looked around before seeing her hidden behind some old metal filing cabinets. Parker ran over to her, joining her in her spot as they both tried to pinpoint where there rest of the group was. "What are you doing out here? You're going to get shot again."

"Not with this, remember? I'm bulletproof, bitch." Parker winked at her and Maggie just smiled at the memory that felt like it had happened years ago when in reality it was only like two weeks. Parker looked through the scope of her rifle, trying to see where the attackers were now that the gunfire had died down for a second. She saw Carol using Axel's body as a human shield and she whistled at her, nodding her head in the direction of some bleachers. She fired off some random rounds to distract the people, only to stop when Carol was safe.

A truck sped towards the prison, and Parker watched in horror as it crashed right through the fences, stopping in the middle of the outer field. A bullet hit the wall next to her head and Parker looked up towards the guard tower, spotting a man who was clearly with the Governor. She set her gun down, looked through the scope for a split second, and then pulled the trigger. The man fell, falling under the rails and landing on the ground. Parker didn't know where the bullet hit but she knew for a fact that the fall had killed him. While Carl and Maggie shot at the Governor's men, Parker tried to kill some of the walkers in the yard, but there were too many. More and more continued to pool out of the truck, replacing the ones she gunned down. "Is Rick still outside the fences?" Parker asked Maggie, killing a man in black armor.

"I don't know!" Maggie shouted, her back slamming against the cabinets as bullets flew at them.

The Governor fled after he wasted more ammo by just randomly shooting at the sky. Whether he figured he wasn't going to win or he'd done enough damage, it didn't matter. He clearly was not prepared for this group to defend themselves as well as they did. When their truck disappeared into the trees, Glenn drove through the broken fence, stopping to rescue Hershel, who had been out there the entire time, hiding in the overgrown grass. Parker headed through the fences, killing the walkers closest to Glenn and Hershel, giving them a clear path back, but there were too many, and if they tried to kill all of them, they would run out of ammo.

"There are too many of them!" Parker yelled at Maggie and Carl, shoving her knife through the base of one's skull, blood trailing down her arm as she ripped the blade out. "Where's Rick?"

"He's out there!" Maggie called back, finally spotting him, his back against the fence as walkers swarmed him. Knowing it was useless to stay outside any longer than necessary, Parker headed back through the gates, pulling them open enough for Glenn to drive through before she closed them. She stood at the gates, looking across the yard at the walkers. She could kill them all eventually- and get to Rick, who was on the other side of the field, beyond the fence. Parker raised her gun, checking to see how many rounds she had left. 

"Let me out." She ordered, her voice washing away any emotion. Her mind was dead set on getting to her brother, whether it be the last thing she'd do.

"No way," Maggie replied, shaking her head as she blocked her path. "Not in the state you're in."

"I'm fine," Parker insisted, but even as she said it she could feel her entire body protesting against it. "I feel fine."

"You're as white as a sheet," Glenn compared, holding the gates closed so he could open them whenever someone got close enough. "You should sit down."

"I said I'm fine," Parker responded, pointing at Rick who was out with the walkers. "I need to get to him!" She waited by the gates with Glenn and Maggie for Rick to return, taking out any walkers that got too close, and when Rick reached the gate with his two counterparts, Parker's breathing hitched in her throat when she saw that it was Merle and Daryl. Glenn's eyes were clouded with anger and disbelief and he turned to Parker, who had turned even paler at the sight of Daryl. Daryl's eyes scanned the group before they focused on Parker, who simply looked back without any flicker of emotion on her face before she turned to Glenn, whispered something Daryl couldn't hear, and then accepted his hand to help her. They walked back towards the cell block, Glenn's arm around her waist.

Parker felt worse than ever as she and Glenn walked into the cell block. With the adrenaline wearing off, the pain from the gunshot wound had become more prominent, and she could feel the tendrils of pain shooting through her body as she stumbled toward the stairs and sat down heavily. Glenn stood in front of her, a worried look on his face.

"Should I go find Hershel?" Glenn asked, crouching in front of her as sweat dripped down her face. Parker shook her head, holding a hand out to stop him. 

"No, I'm fine. Just give me a minute." She leaned forward, her head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees as she tried to normalize her breathing. Glenn didn't seem convinced, but he didn't pressure her. The rest of the group entered the main part of the cellblock, locking the doors behind them. When Parker saw Daryl making his way towards her, looking like he was going to say something, she grabbed the railing, stood up, and headed to the cell she shared with Carl. She didn't want to talk to him. Not now. Not when she had absolutely nothing to say to him. Daryl didn't give up, coming to stand at the entrance of their cell. 

"You alright?"

"Now you want to talk?" Parker asked bitterly, sitting up straighter to look at him. 

"Look, I'm sorry," Daryl apologized, uncomfortably shifting his weight on his feet. "But he's my brother. He's family."

"And what are we?" Parker scoffed, pointing to herself and then the people on the other end of the cellbock. "I thought we were your family too, so what the hell was that?! You just abandoned us? Hell, you didn't even stick around long enough to say goodbye!"

"I wanted to," Daryl informed her. "I just thought it wouldn't be a good idea."

"For who?" Parker asked, and if the tears in her eyes weren't enough, the tone of her voice told Daryl that she was trying not to cry.

"Because, if I said goodbye, I wouldn't be able to leave," Daryl explained.

"But you did," Parker said. "After all those moments saying you wouldn't hurt me, that you had my back?" Her tone made it sound as though she was making it a question. "And you just walk away. Like none of that meant anything."

"He's my brother." He repeated, looking down slightly.

"We're your family too!" Parker argued, turning to look at Daryl, her hand clinging onto the top bunk as she held herself up. "We're your family too."

"I came back," Daryl pointed out, trying to justify him leaving. "And I'm not leaving again." Parker scoffed, nodding her head as she kissed her teeth. She didn't believe an ounce of what he said. His promises didn't mean anything to her at that very moment. 

"Whatever you say."

"They didn't give me a choice. It was either this group or Merle, and he's my brother."

"Yeah, you've said that already. Multiple times."

"I knew you'd understand why I left. That's why I chose him." She remembered Rick telling her that those were the words Daryl had said. The only thing he had told Rick to tell her.

"And I do understand," Parker responded, and she did. Picking between someone you've been with your entire life and then people you'd just happened to run into at the end of the world, wasn't even something you should have to think about. "Believe me, I do. But I don't understand how you can just up and leave someone you supposedly care about without saying a single word. That's why I'm upset."

"I'm sorry," Daryl said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Just... leave me alone, okay?" Parker sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "For now." He did. He left her alone and she spent the night crying into her pillow. Carl, in the bunk above her, wasn't used to hearing her cry nor did he like when she cried. So he carefully climbed down from his bunk and climbed onto the mattress next to his aunt, snuggling against her as he hugged her.

"Aunt Parker?" Carl whispered in the dark.

"Yeah?" Parker asked, looking at Carl.

"Daryl loves you, you know that right?" Carl assured her.

"Don't worry about my relationships," Parker told him quietly.

"You want to know what I think?" Carl asked, and Parker nodded.

"Sure, lay it on me, kid."

"I think he was afraid to say goodbye because goodbyes are final, you know? By not saying it, he left open the possibility of returning."

"God, stop talking you sound like a therapist," Parker said laughing.

"Did you know he asked me to take care of you before he left? I think he sensed something bad was going to happen or something." Parker laughed at his comment. 

"Look at that. Now I'm the one you guys have to take care of." Carl smiled. 

"You should forgive him. You never know what will happen. And I like Daryl too. So if you guys break up it affects me too. I'm a part of this thing."

"I'll talk to him," Parker promised, eventually she would talk to him. Just, most likely not anytime soon. "I just need more time."

"Okay," Carl agreed, hugging his aunt. "I just want you to be happy."

"I want the same for you," Parker whispered, kissing the top of Carl's head. "Let's get some sleep." The next morning the group got together to discuss what to do in the light of the Governor's attack. They were currently trapped in the prison, fearing the outside in case of even the smallest chance of there being snipers in the towers and because of the walkers in the courtyards.

"We are not leaving." Rick finalized his decision, seeming to be in the right headspace at the moment.

"We can't stay here," Hershel stated firmly, going against what Rick wanted, wanting to do what he thought was safest for the majority of the group.

"What if there's another sniper?" Maggie wondered, bringing up points most hadn't thought about. "A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds." Parker didn't know whose side to be on. Rick wanted to stay and fight for the prison. Rebuild any damage that had been caused by the shootout. Hershel wanted to run. Flee from the prison while they still had a chance of getting out of there alive. And then Glenn. Glenn wanted revenge. On the Governor. On Woodbury. He simply wanted revenge.

"We can't even go outside," Beth added to the debate.

"Not in the daylight," Carol piped up, it was still safe to go outside. Just during the night.

"If Rick says we're not running, we're not running," Glenn spoke, his voice having this new hint of authority in it. He had seemed to be the one to take charge while Rick went crazy and Daryl was gone.

"No," Merle said, who was locked in the other room. "Better to live like rats." Parker let out a humorless chuckle, his raspy voice already getting on her nerves. His old self already starting to shine through. He'd already managed to make gross remarks on half the women in the room.

"Do you have a better idea?" Parker asked him, not even bothering to look in his direction, keeping her eyes locked on the people in front of her.

"Yeah." He nodded, not taking the hint that pretty much everyone there didn't want to hear his two senses. "We should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day," Merle replied, a cocky grin on his face. "But we missed that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts all over the place by now." The only good thing about Merle was that he was blunt when it came to responding. He didn't wait to get to the point and always said things how they were.

"We ain't scared of that prick," Daryl stated, pacing the second floor.

"Y'all should be," Merle responded, getting serious. A setting Parker didn't know he had. "That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to."

"You should have been an inspirational speaker. Consider us all inspired. Who wants a free swing at Merle first?" Parker sat on the third step of the stairs, barely tuning into what was being said. All she knew was that she couldn't stand either of the Dixon brothers at this very moment. "Any takers? I'll go."

"Let's put him in the other cell block," Maggie suggested, nervously fidgeting around with her hands. Everything Merle had said had made them uneasy.

"I liked my idea more," Parker mumbled, dropping her hand into her lap, using her knife to pick at the dirt and blood under her nails.

"No," Daryl responded. "He's got a point."

"You're only sayin' that because he's got you wrapped around his finger," Parker grumbled angrily, not bothering to see if anyone had heard her.

"This is all you!" Maggie yelled at Merle. "You started this!"

"What's the difference whose fault it is?" Beth interrupted, leaning on the railing at the top of the staircase. "What do we do?"

"I said we should leave," Hershel answered, sitting at a table. "Now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here." Rick rolled his eyes and started to walk away but Hershel stood up and shouted at him. "Get back here!" Parker jumped, startled by the sudden yell, glancing up at Hershel who stood from where he sat. Rick stopped, his back turned to the group as he waited for Hershel to finish what he was saying. "You're slipping, Rick. We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands. So get your head clear... and do something." Parker waited for Rick to react, whether it be yelling, or deciding to argue back. But he just stood there for a moment longer before walking away.