The start

Wake up

We get to the railroad crossing the street and still take the railroad.

"Hey." Rosita went to stop him.

"This way's faster, right?" Daryl says as he continues walking. Railroad it is. Walking on the railroad for a few minutes we could see some cars down below. They look to be abandoned and empty.

"There's a cooler in there! Might be something we can use inside." Denise yells. I study the car. I'm not sure about it, could have booby-traps. Could have walkers inside. We don't know what's going on with the car. Over a cooler? We don't even know what's inside the cooler, could be empty.

"We got what we came for." Rosita says.

"Nah, ain't worth the trouble, come on." Daryl says but Denise doesn't come. I walk down to her as she opens the door.

"Dammit, Denise." I pull out my knife.

"I got it." She says. She grabs the cooler and falls to the ground with the walker on top of her. I went to stab the walker but she stops me.

"No, its mine." She says. Daryl and Rosita come running down right next to me as they get ready to stab the Walker. Denise rolls over on top of the Walker as she stops them.

"No, don't!" She yells at us. She said the walker in its head and gets up. She puts the machete into her pocket and then vomits all over her glasses.

"Guess we are twinning today." I said.

"Twinning?" Daryl asked.

"I threw up back at the strip mall." I shrug my shoulders.

"Oh, man. I threw up on my glasses." She picks up her glasses then walks over the cooler pulling out soda's.

"Hot damn." She says.

"What the hell was that? You could've died right there, you know that?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah, I do." Denise says out of breath.

"Are you hearing me?"

"Who gives a shit? You could've died killing those Saviors, both of you, but you didn't. You wanna live, you take chances. That's how it works. That's what I did." Denise yells.

"For a couple of damn sodas?" Daryl says quietly.

"Nope. Just this one." Denise walks past us.

"She is being very sassy." I commented Rosita rolls her eyes at me. We all turn to follow Denise back on the railroad tracks.

"Are you seriously that stupid?" Rosita asked.

"Are you?" Denise stops in the middle of the tracks.

"I mean it. Are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me, what this whole thing is to me? See, I have training in this shit. I'm not making it up as I go along, like with the stitches and the surgery and the,"

"I asked you to come with me because you're brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe. Harley, you came because you go everywhere Daryl goes. That it your life besides Jay. You needed to get out. You hate being stuck on gate duty, I know this. You would rather be stuck outside hunting wakers down then staying inside the community with normal people. And I wanted you here because you're alone. Probably for the first time in your life. And because you're stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be, too." She was telling the truth.

"I could've gone with Tara. I could've told her I loved her, but I didn't because I was afraid. That's what's stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit. And it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong and you're smart and you're both really good people, and if you don't wake," an arrow goes right through Denise's head. I couldn't register what happened but she kept talking.

"up and face your," she went to fall to the ground but Daryl grabs hold of her and helps her down. Rosita and I grab our guns. Daryl lets go of Denise as a few men walk out of the woods.

"You drop 'em now!" A man shouts. We were out numbered. We put our guns to the ground as Eugene was revealed by a blond man who had a messed up face. He held Daryl's crossbow.

"Well, hell." The blond guy says.

"You got something to say to me? You gonna clear the air? Step up on that high horse?" The guy asked. I look up at Daryl and see that he knows this man. This must have been the man that took all of his stuff including the bike.

"No. You don't talk much." We stand there silently as a few men come up to us and take our stuff.

"Still getting the hang of her. Kicks like a bitch, but-," The guy grins as he looks at the crossbow.

"I should've done it." Daryl says.

"Oh, what's that? Seriously, I didn't catch what you said." The guy asked.

"I should've killed you." Daryl says.

"Yeah, you probably should've. So, here we are. Kind of begs the question, right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you'll just have to take my word for this, but she wasn't even the one I was aiming for. Like I said, kicks like a bitch.
It's nothing personal. Look, this isn't how we like to start new business arrangements, but, well, you pricks kind of set the tone, didn't you?"

"What do you want?" Rosita asked.

"I'm sorry, darlin', I didn't catch your name. I'm D, or Dwight. You can call me either. So? What's your name?"

"Rosita. What do you want?" Rosita snaps.

"Well, Rosita it's not what I want. It's what you and Daryl are going to do. And this lovely lady here. What's your name sweetheart?" He smiles at me.

"Harley." I grit my teeth.

"You're going to let us into your little complex. It looks like it's just beautiful in there. And then you're going to let us take whatever and whoever we want or we blow Eugene's brains out.
And then yours, then Harley's, And then his. I hope it doesn't come to that, really. Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know maximum impact to get our point across. So what's it gonna be? You tell me."

"You wanna kill someone, you start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He's a first-class a-hole and he deserves it so much more than us three." Eugene says. I look over at the barrels and see a glimpse of red hair. Abraham. I grab Daryl's hands and nod my head at him.

"Go check it out." Dwight tells a guy.

The guy walks slowly over to the barrels as Eugene looks back from us to the Dwight. Then bites Dwight right in the crotch. Abraham started shooting at the savior's as Daryl, Rosita and I grab a gun and take cover. A man comes up behind me as I aim my gun at him it was too late. He punches me square in the face as my vision was blurry. He pulls me up by my hair and drags me. He takes my weapons and discards me of them. I try to escape his grasp. I tried kicking him in the leg and nothing worked. Another man comes up and grabs my feet as I thrash my body all over the place. They almost dropped me but kept going.

"Daryl! Daryl! Rosita! Abe! Daryl!" I yell out. I could see that we were heading toward the field far from the railroad tracks.

"Fall back! Fall back!" Dwight says.

"Daryl!" I scream.

"Harley!" I could see him and Abraham running after us but Rosita stops them.