The next week dragged on like an eternity, between everyone fighting and arguing I was about to bash my own head in. We held the funeral for Sophia, I only stayed for about half of it before going out on a hunt to clear my mind. The hunt lasted about 2 days of tracking a bore and dragging it back to camp afterwards. Rick and Daryl were a little pissed off about the absence, they thought I had just left for a second time. I guess I couldn't blame them though.

Everybody was up each others asses about Randal and what we should do with him. Personally I didn't care if he was blindfolded on his way to camp and had no idea where he was. If he found his people and made it back here some how, we'd all be dead. But according to some, killing was inhumane, but it was killing that kept you alive these days.

Beth was still being over dramatic and hadn't left her bed in days. Lori caught her with a knife from a dinner plate and since then she's been on high key watch. Don't get me wrong, suicide wasn't an answer, but if I got caught between biters and a hard place I'd off myself before getting torn apart from the inside out.

The days between that I spent alone in the woods, leaving early morning and coming back late at night if not the next day. If I wasn't hunting I was crafting more arrows, I'd searched the town clean but hadn't come across any. They weren't difficult to make, just time consuming. Finding the right kind of wood with sturdy thin branches to carve out long poles and sharpening the ends. The hardest part was the feathers, but a turkey in the wrong place at the wrong time was convenient enough. I even gave some to Daryl when I returned to camp.

So that pretty much sums up the past week, any day now Rick and Shane planned on taking Randal for a long drive to find somewhere to send him off on his way. The sooner the better if you asked me. I was currently returning to the farm earlier then usual, a couple squirrels in hand for supper tonight.

Headed inside the house, Lori and Maggie were in the kitchen talking when we all heard glass shatter upstairs. Exchanging looks I was the first one up the steps and into Beth's room to find it empty, the bathroom door shut and locked tight. Maggie and Lori started banging on it begging for Beth to come out.

"Move!" I shouted taking a step back.

I slammed my foot into the door, splintering the wood and flying right open. Standing there the pale blonde girl turned around holding her bloody wrist with tears rolling down her cheeks. Maggie grabbed a towel and rushed her downstairs to find Hershel. Heading back downstairs and out of the frantic house, I ran into Andrea rushing towards me.

"I heard what happened, is she alright?" she asked me. She was almost smiling?

"Hershel's putting stitches into her wrist right now," I answered, squinting my eyes at her. Maggie trusted her to watch Beth and she left knowing something would happen.

"So she made her choice, she wants to live," she smiled at me, relieved.

"Are you serious right now? Any deeper and she'd be dead!" I started getting pissed off.

"She knows now that doesn't wanna die, the problem is solved," she looked at me confused, hand on her hip.

"Do you think suicide is a joke?" I hissed, horrible flashbacks of my own depressed past coming back to me. At this moment Maggie and Lori had stepped outside and were ready to give Andrea a piece of their minds to. Rick and Daryl were standing at a close distance keeping an eye on the situation.

"Don't you ever step foot inside this house ever again! You hear me?" Maggie screamed.

"Some of us have to make the hard decisions around here! Some lines needed to be crossed," Andrea crossed her arms.

"Oh and what hard decisions do you make huh? All you do is sit on top of that RV getting your tan on with a rifle in your lap. And last time you actually used it you nearly killed Daryl and I. A pretty shit shot if you ask me," I pushed her.

"Means a lot coming from the one who disappears for days at a time! You're not a part of this group, you're just a scared little girl who thinks she can take care of herself!" she pushed me back.

The guys were already rushing over to break up the situation, but it was to late. I already swung my fist clocking Andrea in the side of the head putting her ass into the dirt. I would've kept going to, seeing nothing but red, but somebody had already wrapped their arms around my waist and pulled me off her taking a few steps back. I didn't even have to look to know it was Daryl, I'd recognize that pine scent anywhere.

Off to the side Lori was explaining what happened to Rick, and Dale had taken Andrea inside the RV. Still fuming with rage, I yanked away from Daryl's grip and headed out towards the trees. I knew I shouldn't have came back early from hunting today...

I leaned against a pine tree and pulled a small cardboard package out of my pocket. I quit smoking years ago, but recently fell back into the habit a few days ago. I placed the cigarette between my lips and pulled out my lighter, fiddling with it a moment trying to get it to light. My hand was slightly bruised and shaking from hitting Andrea.

"Here," a voice said next to me.

I jumped and nearly tackled Daryl before realizing it was only him. I handed him the lighter and leaned forward as he lit the end for me. I took a long drag, calming down immediately as I exhaled.

"You gave her a pretty good shiner," he said taking the smoke and placing it between his lips.

"She deserved worse," I grumbled.

"Do me a favor?" he passed the smoke back. I looked up at him, waiting for his question. He looked back at me hesitantly, like he didn't want to spit out whatever he had to say.

"Don't pull away, no more going off into the woods for days at a time without saying anything. I wanna know if your're coming back," he said in a forced serious tone.

He was trying to act tough with me, but I knew he was worried. Hell, I was worried. I sworn I'd quit smoking but here I am, being alone just shouldn't be in my cards at the moment. Seeing what Beth did to her wrist, it brought back a lot of unwanted memories. My plate was starting to overflow and I was refusing to do anything about it. Guess I have to start somewhere, even if it meant being in a group that would probably end up getting me killed.

"I promise," I told him.