THIS MAY SOUND WEIRD but plants are lucky. They get to blow freely in the cool breeze, not having a care in the world. People can't do that anymore, hell, they couldn't do that before.

Switching positions for the tenth time that ride, T-Dog looks over at an uncomfortable Aria. "What's wrong?" He asks and Aria groans, blowing out a breath. Everything is wrong, the world, her emotions, her mind—everything. But is she going to tell him that? Nope.

"Nothing. I'm fine." She lies, shrugging her pale shoulders. T-Dog nods, believing the lie. Of course he would, Aria had become good at lying and she's not sure whether that's a good thing or not. Drumming her fingers against her thigh, Aria stares down at her lap, her lips pursed to the side. The van slows to a stop and she looks forward, confused as to why they're stopping. Opening her door, she jumps out of the vehicle, her converse hitting the dirt.

The RV door slams against the frame of the RV and Dale steps out, gazing around. "What's going on?" He asks and Aria looks around skeptically at the abandoned neighborhood. "We're using too much gas. We need to leave the truck, the jeep and the van." Rick informs everyone and Aria nods, walking forward and grabbing a gas can. "Do you know how to siphon gas?" Shane asks, coming up behind her.  Aria nods slowly, tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"M—My dad showed me how." Aria quietly answers him before shuffling away, heading back towards the van. T-Dog hands her a hose and she thanks him before unscrewing the gas cap. Sticking the hose into the gas hole, she blows on the end towards her mouth before quickly shoving the end in the gas can. Gas begins to flow out of the hose and Aria glances around, waiting patiently for the gas to finish.

Scrunching her nose up at the smell, she lets out a small cough before tapping the end of the hose on the gas can, making sure all the gas is out of the hose. Pulling the hose out of the hole, she screws the gas cap back open before sealing the gas can shut. Picking up the can, she walks over to the RV, setting it by the other two cans. "No. You tell her." Turning her head, she sees Shane, Rick, Lori and Carol staring at the female. Raising an eyebrow, Aria sends them a confused look.

Carol smiles softly before walking over, rubbing the females shoulder. "Aria—sweetie. Uh, you're going to have to ride with Daryl on his motorcycle. There isn't enough room in the Cherokee or the RV, I'm sorry." Aria presses her lips in a line, her eyebrows furrowing. Carol is literally acting like someone in her family died, again.

Shrugging her shoulders, Aria nods. "Sounds cool." She mumbles, shocking the four people infront of her. "You'll be riding with Daryl Dixon." Lori speaks up and Aria slowly nods, raising her eyebrows. "He's not that bad." Raising her arms, she gathers her hair in her hand before tying it up. She awkwardly walks away from the group of four, her eyes rolling at their behavior. They act like he's some sort of serial killer.

Aria walks up to Daryl, her hands clasped together. "Hey." She utters, sending him a small smile. Sending her a nod, Daryl motions towards the back of his motorcycle. Biting her lip, she unclasps her hands and sets one hand on Daryl's shoulder, causing him to tense. She apologizes for the sudden contact as she swings her leg over the seat, sitting comfortably on the back. Lowering her hands back down, she grabs onto the bottom of the seat, refusing to hold on to Daryl. That would just be awkward for them both.

"Ready?" Daryl asks and Aria nods, taking a deep breath. "Yep." She whispers and the motorcycles jolts forward, almost sending Aria off the back. Out of reflex, she quickly grabs on to Daryl's shoulders to prevent her from falling off. "Sorry—again." She squeaks out, her cheeks turning red. It's not that she's never rode a motorcycle, she's never rode a motorcycle with a guy other than her father. Correct that, she's never done anything with a guy other than her father.

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As soon as Daryl stops the motorcycle, Aria hops off, heading towards the smoking RV. Waving her hand in her face, she unscrews the RV's hood, pulling it open. "What do you see?" Dale asks her and she sighs, her eyes running over the radiator hose. "You were right. It's the radiator hose." She tells him, looking up at him.  Glenn saunters over, two screwdrivers in his hand. "Which one?" He asks and Aria turns her head, nodding towards the flathead. "The flathead." Dale and Aria say in unison. Aria stands up straight shaking her head as Glenn hands her a screwdriver. "You do it. Learn something." Dale tells Glenn and Aria nods, patting the Korean's back. "I'm going to see what I can find."

She walks away from the two men, her eyes trailing over all the cars. Sticking her body in a car, she reaches over and grabs a medicine bag, zipping it open. She picks up at bottle of pills, holding back laughter. "Do either one of you need Viagra pills?" She chuckles, glancing back at Daryl and T-Dog, who just forced open a gas cap. The pair turn towards her, looking at the bottle of blue pills in her hand. "Daryl might." T-Dog jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at Aria and Daryl. "You're disgusting." Aria rolls her eyes, picking up a shirt and throwing it at his face.

Turning back around towards the car, Aria shoves the pills back in the bag, zipping it up. It's sad to think about that someone was wanting to get away from the monsters but they didn't end up getting away, they ended up becoming one of them.

Pulling the strap of the medicine bag over her shoulder, she continues to rummage through the belongings, finding cute things. Holding up a shirt in front of her, she frowns. "Amy would've loved this." She mutters, her eyes trailing over the light pink shirt which has a silver glitter on the front of it. Sighing lightly, she sets the shirt back down, sadness overwhelming her. She can't do nothing without thinking of Amy and that pains her, it's should've been her. Maybe she should've stayed back at the CDC, it would've been much easier.

Her bracelet around her wrist glistens in the sunlight and Aria bites her lip, sitting down on the front seat. Her and Amy had matching ones. The bracelets have a blue cord, securing an infinity charm, signaling that no matter what happens, they'll love each other. "You alright?" A voice breaks her out of her thoughts and she quickly blinks back the tears, raising her head and seeing Daryl. "Yeah." She lies, adding a fake smile to go along with it. "Just—tired." Tired of losing people, tired of all the fights between her and Andrea, tired of everything.

Clearing her throat, Aria stands to her feet, wiping her sweaty palms on her black skinny jeans. Daryl slowly nods before walking away, heading back to rummaging through stuff. Aria walks away from the car, distancing herself from Daryl and the others. With the medicine bag hanging over her shoulder, she peers into another car, looking around. Footsteps sound behind her and she turns around, watching as T-Dog runs straight past her, his hand gripping his forearm.

Scrunching her eyebrows together, Aria runs after him, her eyes widening as a herd of walkers stumble on the other side of the cars. Her hands begin to tremble and she sees a lone walker shuffling towards a weak T-Dog. She's always been afraid of them but she can't let her friend die. Taking a deep breath, she pulls her knife out, clutching in her hand. Rushing up behind the walker, she closes her eyes as she shoves the knife deep into it's skull, letting it fall limp to the ground. A groan comes from behind her and her eyes snap open as she comes face to face with another one.

Falling to the ground on top of the other one she killed, her knife falls out of her hand and she prevents herself from screaming to attract more. She struggles against the surprisingly strong walker and tears brim in her eyes as she accepts her fate. She can't keep fighting against it forever and T-Dog is hopeless over there, she's dead.

Just as it's about to take a bite out her, a knife pierces it in the back of its head, killing it before it could kill the writhing woman. Daryl picks the walker's body off of Aria, setting it on a bleeding T-Dog. "Put that body on you." Daryl whispers, pointing towards the walker body under her. Nodding, Aria grabs ahold of the walker body, setting it on top of her. She holds her breath, refusing to breath in because of the rotting smell of the corpse. Just as she gets comfortable, walkers begin to stumble past the group of three, occasional stepping on them.

Waiting a few minutes after the walker's past, both Daryl and Aria shove the bodies off of them, standing to there feet and rushing to the aid of T-Dog. As Daryl pushes the walker body off of T-Dog and sets him upright, Aria pulls her red bandana out of the back of her pocket, crouching down in front of T-Dog. "It's a bite?" Daryl asks him, examining the wound. Aria presses the bandana on the wound, sending T-Dog an apologetic look as he holds back a groan.

Instantly the red bandana soaks with T-Dogs blood and Aria bites her lip, worry on her face. "N—No. I cut myself on a piece of metal." Aria pulls the bandana away, pursing her lips. "Come on." She whispers, having no idea what to do and that's what saddens her most. She's no help and with her lack of knowledge, her friend can lose his life.