Becca had been keeping an eye on the camp's visible borders, and was thankful that no walkers had staggered near. The sun was beginning to set, and with it, the temperature dropped. She was regretting not having a jacket or something with her as gooseflesh rippled across her skin.

"Hey, Dixon, would you care to give us a hand with the fish?" Shane's voice called, causing her to roll her eyes.

Everyone called her Dixon, even though she and Daryl were far from married.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be down in a sec." She replied, standing up and adjusting her clothes.

Dale made his way up the ladder and gave the woman a warm smile as he took his position to watch over the camp. She returned the smile, then descended the ladder. Carol walked over to her, quickly followed by Carl and Sophia who both wrapped her in a hug.

Becca couldn't help but laugh quietly and hug them back. "C'mon, guys. Let's go clean and cook some fish." She looked at Carol, offering the woman a smile as they walked towards the firepit.

Shane was already there, gathering the fish into a few piles. Becca took a seat on one of the logs and got to work cleaning the fish, occasionally leaning over to show Carol a way that might be easier for her to do something. The older woman was secretly thrilled to see the girl interact with the others so much. Most of Rebecca's time was spent with the Dixon boys, so it was nice to see her around the camp and interacting with others.

Before too long, the fish were clean and being cooked over the fire. Becca gave a rather violent shiver, and stood. "Can you let me know when they get back? I'm gonna go to the tent." She said, looking from Carol to Shane. They both gave her a nod, and she thanked them before walking to the pair of tents that she, Daryl, and Merle shared. She entered the one that was slightly larger, and closed the flap behind her. She ruffled through her clothes, thrilled when she finally came across a light gray hoodie. She pulled it on and laid on the pile of sleeping bags with her well-worn copy of The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe. She must have fallen asleep while reading, because she was startled out of her sleep by the sound of the tent flap opening. She grabbed the knife she kept under her pillow and sat up, prepared to attack. She relaxed and put the knife away when she saw Sophia, slowly entering the tent.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The young girl said quietly.

"No,no,hon. It's fine. Are they back?" Becca asked hopefully.

"No. But mom and Miss Lori said the fish is ready, and wanted me to come see if you wanted to eat with us."

Becca covered a yawn and smiled kindly. "Sure thing." She grabbed her knives and the sheath she kept around her thigh, buckling it right below the hem of her shorts. She always kept extra weapons on her at night. Call it paranoia, but she was always afraid that something would happen and she wouldn't be prepared.

She stepped out of the tent, looking down in mild surprise as Sophia grabbed her hand and let her to the fire pit where everyone else was already seated.

She gave everyone an awkward wave before taking a seat besise Sophia and Carol. "Thanks, guys."

"Hey now, you're just as much a part of this group as anyone else is." Jacqui assured the woman.

"You and Daryl do so much for this group." Lori added.

It didn't escape Becca that she had left out Merle, but she decided to leave that subject there for now. Instead, she helped Carol pass around plates of food to everyone.

The group enjoyed a surprisingly pleasant fish dinner, talking and laughing.

Morales looked over at Dale and smirked. "I've got to ask you, man. It's been driving me crazy."

"What?" The older man asked.

"That watch."

"What's wrong with my watch?"

"I see you every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass."

"I've wondered this myself."Jacqui admitted.

"I'm missing the point." Dale chuckled.

"Well, I mean unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while. I don't think that time is exactly a thing we've gotta worry about too much. I mean, the Walkers arent exactly gonna leave us alone just because we know it's Christmas or something." Becca snickered.

"But there's you every day winding that stupid watch." Morales concluded.

"Time… it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think, Andrea? Back me up here. I like… I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said, "I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father's before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you may forget it for a moment now and then and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it."." Dale quoted.

Amy practically snorted. "You are so weird." She said, causing everyone to laugh.

"It's not me. It's Faulkner. William Faulkner. Maybe my bad paraphrasing."

Amy got up from the campfire, causing Andrea to look up at her.

"Where are you going?" The elder sister inquired, to which the younger replied,

"I have to pee. Jeez, you try to be discreet around here…"

Everyone laughed, and Becca leaned back against the log, finally relaxing a bit. She tried not to let her mind wander to where the guys could be, but she couldn't seem to quit worrying. What on earth was taking them so long?

Amy came out of the RV, shaking Becca from her thoughts. "We're out of toilet paper?" The girl called. When Amy stepped out, a Walker stepped right up to her and took a bite out of her arm. She screamed in pain. Andrea witnessed it and screamed. Everyone began to scatter, going for weapons. Her bow was too far away, so the knives around her thigh would have to suffice.

Shane grabbed his shotgun and shot several Walkers with it. Jim picked up a baseball bat and crushed a Walker's skull with it, while Becca threw a knive at a Walker that came a little to close to Shane. Everyone took cover and Dale picked up his rifle. Becca fought through the Walkers, watching helplessly as people were attacked and bitten. Morales grabbed a baseball bat and killed one of the Walkers with it. Becca made her way over to him, slashing and killing every Walker within arms reach. Morales continue to kill two more Walkers that were trying to get at his family.

"Come on, y'all! Work your way up here!" Shane called from near the RV before shooting another Walker.

"Make your way to the Winnebago!c Rebecca cried out as she stabbed another walker in the head. She took off in a dead sprint towards the RV as soon as she saw a clear path. She climbed up to the top, throwing her last two daggers at Walkers that had gotten too close to Morales' family as they ran.

Rick, T-Dog, Daryl, and Glenn arrived just in time to kill a few more of the Walkers to save their group. Rick shot five of the Walkers, Daryl killed four, two with the butt of his rifle, and Glenn shot two, T-Dog shot one and killed another with the butt of his rifle.

As soon as the grounds were cleared, Rebecca practically launched herself off the RV, only to be caught by Daryl, who wrapped her tightly in a hug. "Christ almighty, ya'll have got some fantastic timing." She muttered into his shoulder. He set her down, allowing her to place her hands on his cheeks and looked up at him. "Is he...?"

"Nah. Dumb, tough sumbitch sawed his own damn hand off. Was gone before we got there." He explained.

She swallowed thickly, and nodded.

Andrea began to sob, drawing Becca's attention. She didn't know Amy extremely well, but her loss hurt nonetheless. Carl also began to cry when he saw that Amy was dead.

"Amy! Amy! Amy!" Andrea cried in agony.

As everyone else got rounded back up, Jim turned away to see Amy. "I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes."

They all looked at the camp with several dead Walkers on the ground, as well as some of their own. It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.