DEBBIE KNEELED DOWN IN THE CLEARING, UNFOLDING THE NOTE THAT WAS ATTACHED TO THE DEFLATED BALLOON,

In the back of her mind, she thought it might've belonged to her brother. Emmett or Isaac. Or maybe both of them. Maybe they were trying to let them know they're okay.

"What's it say?" Carl asked, standing behind her,

She sighed and stood up, "It got wet. It's all gone." She stared down at the piece of paper in disappointment.

Now she'd never know.

He kept walking, "C'mon."

Debbie followed after him, "It doesn't look that old."

"Yeah?"

"I mean, we can't read what they wrote, but just by doing this, they're saying something." She reasoned,

Carl turned to her, raising his eyebrow, "What?"

"We're not alone." Debbie smiled,

"We knew that. We saw it." Carl walked ahead, his face dropping, "People died."

Debbie watched him for a moment before asking, "Why are we coming out here?"

"'Cause we're kids. It's what they do." He answered,

"We're not kids." Debbie stated, "We haven't been for a long time."

Finn had kept her protected behind those walls for too long. Rick had begun teaching her how to protect herself, and now she needed to apply those skills.

If those walls fall again, she needed to be prepared.

They reached a fallen tree and the duo sat down. Carl pulled out his comic book to read while Debbie tried to analyse the note, seeing if there was a faint outline of letters, something.

They weren't there for long before they heard twigs snapping, coming from something moving in the woods. 

The two stayed quiet, with Carl holding his gun and Debbie holding the knife that Vivian gave her, and eventually spotted Spencer and Michonne moving through the thick brush,

"What were they doing?" Debbie asked quietly after the two disappeared from view,

"Walking. I don't know." Carl shrugged, sitting back down and reaching for his comic,

She stared down at him for a moment before folding the note and stuffing it into her pocket, "Can we... can we got back now? Vivian will be mad if she found out we snuck out of there."

Carl sighed and put his comic back into his bag, "Okay."

He began walking and she quickly caught up, still holding the balloon in her hand. They didn't get far before they noticed a roamer walking in the direction of where Michonne and Spencer went, 

Carl grabbed his knife, "C'mon, you need to learn."

Debbie took out her own knife as Carl whistled quietly. The walker changed it's direction, heading towards them, but Debbie's eyes widened as the recognisable face, 

"No." She took a step back, "Carl..."

It was Deanna.

After they got overrun, Deanna was left in the Anderson house. She was bit, and Rick left her gun to end it for herself.

But when they went back, her body wasn't there. And they couldn't find it amongst the dead over the past few weeks.

They weren't sure if she ended up in the lake, or if she made it out of Alexandria.

But now they had their answer,

"Hey, come on." He called out to the walker,

"What are you doing?" Debbie hissed, watching as Deanna got closer,

"Just go." Carl told her, "Go home."

"No, not without you." She stated, 

"You said you wanted to go home." Deanna reached them and Carl pushed her reanimated body to the ground, "So go home."

Debbie scoffed, "You suck." She told him before stomping away, "If I get attacked and die, it's all your fault!"

Marcie's foot was pushing the pedal to the floor of the car.

Jesus had slashed her tire, and the boys took off after the van. Marcie decided to take the time to replace the flat, knowing it was probably better in the long run.

She followed the marked streets until she found the boys, sweating heavily as they ran,

"Get in, losers." She grinned as she pulled up next to them.

Daryl got in the passenger seat while Rick got in the back. Marcie took off again, hoping to reach Jesus and his van.

"This was a special request from the doctor." Daryl mumbled, pulling a soda out from his bag and taking a swig before handing it to Rick,

"Hey, whatever she wants." Rick panted, "She saved Carl's life. We didn't know her, and she turned out to be all right. If there's still people out here, and they're still people, we should bring 'em in."

"What, like this guy?" Marcie scoffed, taking a sip when Rick handed her the can of Fanta,

"No, not this guy." Rick shook his head, "Fuck this guy."

Marcie turned down a side street, following the tire marks he left behind. A couple of miles down the road, they spotted the van stopped in the middle of the road, with Jesus trying to fix the front tire,

"Karma, douchebag." Marcie spat at him as she pulled up, and the boys jumped out of the car to grab him.

He was quick to kick Rick off to the side before Daryl attacked him next. He threw the hunter into the side of the van, and that's when Marcie figured she should get out and help.

This guy seriously knew how to handle himself.

While he was dealing with a recovered Rick, Marcie lunged for him and tackled him into the ditch,

"That's for ruining my jeans." She grunted before punching his jaw, "And that's for my tire, asshole!"

Rick and Daryl came up behind her, aiming their guns at Jesus. Marcie quickly got to her feet and pulled out her own gun,

"This is done." Rick growled,

"Do you even have any ammo?" Jesus asked the trio,

A walker came out of the woods, probably attracted by all the noise they were making, and the three of them immediately changed their aim and shot the walker at the same time.

"Yeah." Marcie panted, "We have ammo."

"Okay." Jesus nodded, "You gonna shoot me over a truck?"

Rick shrugged, "There's a lot of food on that truck. The keys, now."

"I think you know I'm not a bad guy." He reasoned,

"Yeah?" Rick kneeled closer to him, "What do you know about us? Give me the keys." He cocked the gun back, "This is the last time I'm asking."

Jesus nodded and sighed, "They're in the truck."

With that, Marcie kept a distance while keeping her gun trained on him. Rick grabbed the keys while Daryl grabbed some rope from the van before tying Jesus up,

"You're gonna leave me here like this?" Jesus asked as he tied up his feet, "You're really gonna do that?"

"Knots ain't that tight." Daryl grunted, moving to his feet,

"You should be able to get free... after we're long gone." Marcie crossed her arms in front of her chest,

"Maybe we should talk now." He suggested,

"Nah."

Daryl tossed him a nearly empty can from his bag, "Here. In case you get thirsty."

Marcie rolled her eyes before getting into the car, watching the boys get in through the rearview mirror,

"So long, you prick!" She heard Daryl yell out the window,

She smiled and held her middle finger out the driver's side before she began to drive, the van following after her.

They were nearly home when the van veered off from behind her, heading towards a barn. Marcie shook her head and wanted to keep driving. They had plenty of food, why make another detour.

But before she could make her decision, she spotted a dark figure on top of the van, "What the fuck."

This guy couldn't take a hint.

She watched as Rick hit the breaks, and Jesus flew off the top, landing in front. They quickly began chasing the man and Marcie made her way to the gravel road that led to the barn to try and corner him.

Daryl jumped out of the van and began to chase Jesus. The man began to zig zag, trying to dodge the both of them,

"Like a freaking circus." Marcie mumbled, putting the car in park and putting the keys in her pocket before running into the field.

She was definitely doing a lot more running than she was planning on today.

Rick eventually backed the van up by a lake and got out to help Daryl, who was failing miserably on grabbing this guy.

Marcie kinda wished she had a video camera.

"We came to a conclusion, asshole!" Daryl helped as he chased him, "I got him! Help rick!"

She turned to see Rick trying to handle a small group of walkers by a tractor, and she ran over to help take them out, to keep them from sneaking up on them.

Jesus jumped into the driver's seat and Daryl began pulling him out.

A walker made its' way towards the two men and Marcie held up her gun. They were struggling too much, and she didn't want to miss and hit Daryl,

Before Marcie could stab the walker in the head, Jesus held up a gun, "Duck."

Daryl ducked and Jesus pulled the trigger, killing the walker,

"Thanks." Daryl muttered before punching him in the jaw, "Coulda hit her, asshole." He climbed in after him, and the two began to struggle,

One of the men must've hit the gear shift, because the van began to roll backward, "Daryl!"

Daryl pulled Jesus out, and they rolled in the grass before Jesus got knocked in the head by the open door, knocking him unconscious.

Marcie jumped into the van and slammed her foot on the breaks. The back tires were barely submerged before she pulled on the emergency parking break. 

The van came to a stop and she sighed, leaning her head back against the seat, "Men." She mumbled.

Daryl went to grab Jesus while Marcie started the van, driving it back onto level ground, 

"I think I need to drive the van from now on." She stated, glancing at Rick, "You can't be trusted."

"Let's go check them cars, get the hell out of here." Daryl grunted,

"What about the guy?" Rick asked him,

"What about him?"

"Well, he helped you." The sheriff reasoned, 

"Maybe."

Marcie rolled her eyes, "He did."

"He ever pull a weapon on you?" Rick asked dhim,

"Fine." Daryl sighed, "Let's put him up a tree."