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We walked back to the prison, huge smiles on their faces. It soon dropped when they eyed the kid I held by his forearm. Rick and Daryl approached us, quickly turning their heads from the malodorous stench that lingered around all us. Daryl covered his bottom half of his face with his forearm, staring everyone up and down, but I can still feel his eyes linger on my silhouette. Rick rolled his eyes up and down. "Whose this?"

"His name is Jody. Said he was seventeen and his parents died while they stayed in Woodbury." I answer, adjusting my belt that was around his palms. I pull on the leather, tightening the hold on his wrist, making him flinch slightly. I sigh, looking back and Rick. Trying to find a way to break the news out to him. "I overheard Michonne and Daryl, I think we should also officially end it today. While we're there... we should look for Andrea."

Daryls eyebrows furrowed, not understanding as to what I was saying. I cried over Andrea, I was hurt by Andrea. I can understand as to why Daryl would be confused. The girl who cried in his arms, fuck that's just sounds embarrassing. I can barely even look at him without feeling ashamed. "Kid said that Andrea left to try and get back to the prison, as far as I know, she never made it back. We need to end this, and we need to look for her Rick."

Rick nodded his head while pointing at the kid. Rick ran his hand over his face, trying his best to contain his gag from the kids gross smell. "Go take him into the showers before we leave. We should get going soon then."

I nod my head, grabbing onto the kids shoulder while nudging him forward. I wasn't cruel. Torturing people wasnt my style, after all, I've been through it all. I right grip found my forearm, spinning me around. My eyes met his blue Georgian ones, taking me by surprise. "I'll bring 'em."

"I'm fine. I got it Daryl." I growled, ripping my arm out of his hands. Out of everyone, I felt more betrayed by Daryl. Of course I feel sympathetic because he lost Merle, but that won't excuse my burning hatred for him at this moment. He tried so hard to keep me here, yet he was so quick to throw me away as well. I'd rather not concern myself with him, at least not at this moment. I could hear him following after me, and I turn around glaring at him. "What's your deal?"

"He might try somethin', making sure that don' happen." Daryl shrugged slinging his crossbow over his shoulders, feet stepping in the tracks I made in the dirt. I rolled my eyes, pushing the kid foreword and into the shower rooms. I open the door and placed him in on of the rooms.

"Waters cold, heres a bar of soap. Use any water head." I instructed, loosening the belt around his hands while placing the soap bar between his fingers. He nodded his head looking around the empty room. "Try something and I'll be the one to shoot the bullet."