Eve trembled as she pulled her make shift blanket, which was her coat, over her shaking legs. She tried to be as quiet as possible, not to disturb the undead that roamed freely outside the worn down Fred's drugstore. Eve clung to her machete and squeezed, making her feel safer as her weapon was in sight. She had been held up in that drugstore for only a week or so, but it felt like an eternity. After the herd had engulfed her family home, she and her mother, father, brother and grandmother had held together for quite a few months after the dead came back to life, she had been on her own. When everything first started to happen, she had immediately left Atlanta, where she lived by herself, to get to her family in Mississippi. She never in a million years thought she would make it this long on her own. She had been on the road for at least six months trying to get closer to Atlanta, scavenging, seeking shelter wherever she could, and ended up here at the drugstore somewhere in Georgia. Every night it seemed those things wandered by the front door in droves, but by morning they were usually gone except a few stragglers that she killed immediately. She was getting really good with her machete and also getting good with her pistol that she only used in emergencies. She had learned quickly that those things gravitated towards noise. She smiled to herself, thinking how proud her dad would be to see how good she was getting at shooting. He always took her to the range on the holidays and kept guns as toys in the house. She thought of her family and whimpered into her hand, trying to hold back her cries from the dead's ears. Her long dark, almost black hair fell over her face as she continued to muffle her cries that were soon going to become sobs if she didn't stop. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her tattered red flannel shirt. She could feel her porcelain skin becoming enflamed by her cries and chuckled at herself. That was her curse for being so fair, she could never hide if she'd been crying. As a child and teenager, that had always angered her. She took her pack and looked through it to find anything to take her mind off of her lost family. Not to mention all her lost friends as well. It had been over a while since it happened, but she never lost the pain in her heart like it had happened yesterday. She was completely alone in the world, and she tried her hardest not to think about it because if she did she wouldn't survive. She couldn't find anything that would appease her sadness in her sad little pack, so she sank down onto the cold carpet of isle number 7 and decided she should sleep.

Eve tossed and turned in her sleep. She thrashed and jolted up in a scream. Nowadays, she had nightmares almost every night. She wiped her sweat soaked forehead and noticed that the sun was up. By the look of it, it looked to be about eight o'clock in the morning. She rose to her feet and went to the front of the store. She could see out of the large windows, that there were only a few, what she called zombies, hanging around; she could take care of them easily. She grabbed her pack and made her way out of the store. The zombies made their way over to her, gnashing their teeth and reaching for her. Two female and one male. She took the two females out first, her machete slashed right through them like butter. She whipped around then slashing the man right down the middle of his skull. She went to the grass and wiped her blade off. She then gathered herself and made her way down to the river that was only a few miles away. She went there every day since being in the store. It was quiet, peaceful, and she could wash herself and her clothes without being bothered. She was also getting tired of the food at the store, most of it being terrible stuff with preservatives, she thought she may be able to kill a few squirrels. She smiled at the thought, there was a time she would have gotten sick even at the thought of eating squirrel. Those days were over.

Glenn, Michonne and Daryl made their way through the small little abandoned town a few miles right outside of the prison. They hadn't been here yet, and hoped it would be fruitful with supplies, especially things for Judith, Rick's baby daughter. They were doing well at the prison, but it was always difficult to keep formula and diapers around. Judy was growing and going through things like wildfire. As they approached the town, Daryl readied his crossbow, Michonne her katana, and Glenn his gun. Michonne killed two stray walkers easily. She turned, "I think that's it. I don't see any ahead."

"Well, you never know, so still keep a look out." Daryl drawled as they lowered their weapons. They passed a few buildings that looked to be once office spaces. Daryl motioned for the other two to follow him around the corner and they obeyed. As they turned they saw a Fred's drugstore. Michonne smiled wide, which she didn't do very often, "Looks like Judy is in luck." Glenn smiled at her and Daryl did a half smile as he motioned them to follow him. They got to the front of the store and Daryl said, "I'll go in first, Glenn you stay out here in case anything happens, keep watch. Michonne you follow behind me and we'll clear. Keep your eyes open we don't know what's in there." Michonne nodded and readied her weapon as Daryl opened the door slowly with his cross bow ready. Glenn stood watch as he saw them disappear into the store. They were surprised to see that there were no walkers in the store, and they found that a little odd but didn't question it as they needed to get their supplies and go. Daryl went to one end of the store as Michonne canvased the other.

Glenn stood in the hot Georgia sun, watching for nothing. He hadn't seen a walker since the ones that they had killed when they first got there. It was so quiet outside, he started to daydream a little. He closed his eyes to take a break from the glare of the sun when he felt the cold metal of the barrel of a gun to his temple. "Don't move." He heard a female voice say. He silently cursed to himself, how the hell did he not see someone walk up? "Turn and face me and don't do anything stupid." He heard her voice say again. He did as he was told and put his hands up. Eve stared at the man in front of her. She had seen him with two others as well, she had to be really careful: she was outnumbered.