THERE WASN'T A WAY OUT OF THIS.

Daryl wouldn't be able to shoot the kid with the doors like this.

"C'mon!" The kid growled and Daryl pressed on Marcie's back, urging her forward.

She got through the doors and got onto her feet next to Carol, "Hands up, all of you." The two women raised their hands as Daryl got through the doors, not letting go of his weapon as he glared at the kid, "Lay down your crossbow."

"You got some sack on you." Daryl commented

"Look, nobody has to get hurt. I just need weapons, that's it." The kid explained, "So, please, lay down your crossbow."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Marcie rolled her eyes,

Daryl placed his crossbow down gently before the kid forced them back into the corner, "Back up." He grabbed Daryl's crossbow, keeping the gun pointed towards them, and wrapped the strap around his shoulder, "Sorry about this." He backed away, glancing at the tents filled with walkers, "You look tough. You'll be all right." He took out a knife and slashed the fabric, letting the walkers out.

Marcie and Daryl quickly got their knives out, stabbing at the walkers as they approached. Carol took out her gun and shot the last walker before aiming at the kid,

Daryl pushed her arm down, forcing her to miss.

They ran after the kid, who already had a head start. He blocked the door that led to the parking garage, locking them into the bridge.

The trio went to another door that led to a lower level. They went around a floor that was clearly under construction at the time of the apocalypse and searched for the parking garage, 

"Three bullets." Carol scoffed as they followed behind Daryl, "We're in the middle of a city. He was stealing our weapons. Did you think I was gonna kill him? I was aiming for his leg. Could that have killed him? Maybe, I don't know. But he was stealing our weapons."

Daryl stopped at a door, checking it to see it was locked before taking out his knife to open it, 

"He's a damn kid." Daryl grumbled,

"Without weapons we could die. Beth could die." Carol commented,

"We'll find more weapons." Marcie stated, crossing her arms and waiting for Daryl to open the door,

"I don't want us to die. I don't want Beth to die. I don't want anybody at the church to die, but I can't stand around and watch it happen either." The older woman ranted, "I can't. That's why I left. I just had to be somewhere else."

Daryl took the blade out from between the frame and the door, turning to glare at Carol, "Well, you ain't somewhere else; yer right here. Tryin'." He took off his bag turned back to the door, 

"Look, you're not who you were and neither am I. None of us are." She glanced at Marcie for a moment before sighing, "I don't know if I believe in God anymore or heaven, but if I'm going to hell, I'm making damn sure I'm holding it off as long as I can."

Daryl opened the door and Marcie reached down to grab his bag. The way she grabbed the strap caused the contents of it to spill to the floor.

The three of them stared down at the book, the one from the housing they stayed in, laid on the floor.

Daryl's cheeks turned pink as he reached down and grabbed it, forcing it back into the bag before taking it from Marcie,

"C'mon."

They went through the door and eventually found an exit. The trio began heading towards the bridge, forgetting about the kid who took their weapons.

It would be impossible to find him now.

Walkers followed behind them, but they were too slow for them to be concerned about it. Not to mention they didn't want to waste energy or bullets.

They found the van, it was barely hanging off the bridge and it made Marcie nervous.

Daryl opened the back door, waiting for something to jump out and attack them. But there was nothing. He opened the second door and sighed, "All right, let's get this done."

He went to jump in but Carol stopped him, "It's not stable. I'm lighter."

But Daryl didn't listen. He jumped into the van and Marcie held her breath, waiting for the van to tumble off the bridge.

But it didn't.

Carol climbed in next and Marcie glanced back at the rotters approaching before she sat at the back of the van, trying to balance it out as Daryl climbed to the front seat.

"Daryl, I'm not liking this." Marcie swallowed nervously as the van continued to shake as the other two sat in the front seat, searching through the glove box and looking at anything else that could give them a clue to where Beth was, 

To their right, a larger horde was approaching. It was too big for them to handle without any long range weapons.

"There's more comin'." She called out,

Carol glanced out the passenger side window to see the herd, "We're gonna have to fight through."

"Yeah, I see 'em." He grunted climbing into the back and tossing a gurney over, 

"Daryl, we have to go." Marcie stated, 

Her heart rate skyrocketed as the walkers got closer on both sides, 

"GMH, what's that? A hospital?" Daryl questioned, 

"Grady Memorial." Marcie answered immediately, taking out her knife.

She had a roommate in colleg that was studying to be a doctor. She wanted to do her internship at Grady Memorial. What a weird face for Marcie to remember during the apocalypse.

"Grady, the white crosses-- it might be where they're holdin' up." Daryl reasoned.

Marcie jumped out of the van as the walkers reached them, stabbing the ones that got close. Carol used up the last of her bullets while Daryl used his knife.

But there were too many.

"Daryl..." Marcie began to panic and Daryl ushered her towards the van once more, 

"Go!"

The three of them climbed in and Daryl shut the back doors. The walkers banged against the back of the van, pushing it further over the edge.

"Anything we can use?" Carol asked, looking around,

"Nothin' but what we got." Daryl answered.

Marcie stared at him, eyes wide. What did that mean?

He crawled to the passenger seat, pulling Marcie with him, "All right, buckle up." Carol got into the driver's seat while Daryl pulled Marcie into his lap. She began to breathe quicker as he wrapped the seatbelt around them and clicked it into place, 

"You hold on." He told the both of them,

"Daryl..." Marcie gasped, one hand grabbing his while the other went towards the roof of the van,

She knew she told him she wanted to die, but she didn't imagine it would be like this.

He gripped her hand tightly, "Hey," Daryl grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him, "I love ya."

Marcie's eyes widened. They were about to fall off a bridge and now he tells her he loves her? Now was not the time for love confessions.

Before she could say anything, the van tipped.

Marcie buried her face into Daryl's neck as the van flipped. It wasn't the falling that hurt, it was the landing. Marcie cried out as the air bag deployed, hitting her in the ribs and knocking the air from her lungs.

Once the van settled, Daryl grabbed Marcie and forced her head back to look at him, "You okay?"

She nodded, ignoring the pain in her side. Marcie looked over at Carol, who now had a cut above her eyebrow, "We're okay." She smiled, "So... Daryl Dixon said it first, huh?"

Before any of them could respond, the walkers began to land on top of the van. Blood dripped down the cracked windshield and they waited for the thudding to stop before crawling out of the van.

Marcie held her side, trying to take a deep breath but wincing once it felt like she was being stabbed in the ribs.

She looked over to Carol, who was holding her arm in discomfort, "I'm good." She smiled at the younger girl.

The trio limped along the train tracks, Marcie getting a sense of deja vu. It reminded her of when she met the group at the quarry, going on the mission to get Merle back.

It seemed like so long ago.

Daryl led them to some alleyway, covered by buildings. He forced them to drink water before checking them over,

"How bad is it?" He asked, staring down at the brunette who was leaning against the building and still holding her ribs, 

"I've had worse." She gave him a comforting smile,

"Damn, that was stupid." Daryl grunted, taking the bottle from her fingers,

"We made good time down." Carol joked, "There's only three blocks between us and Grady."

"We need to find a place nearby, scope it out, see what we can see." Daryl decided,

Marcie glanced over at the man who just confessed his feelings to her, who was sitting by Carol, "You really think we're gonna find out what we need to know just by watching?"

"It's where we start." He responded, getting to his feet, "Come on."

They wandered the streets, finding a building nearby to the hospital before getting inside through the back door. Daryl spotted a walker on the ground, a large slash across its' back. By its' fingers was machete, which the hunter grabbed before using it to put the undead down.

Marcie stepped over the body and stood next to Carol, who was gazing out the window at the Grady Memorial,

"It's them." Carol told him,

"Arigh'." He walked over to them and held out some bag of chips that he found, "Let's see what we see."