<b>Blondie, Cameron, and Eliza</b><br/><br/>The girls seemed to put some distance between themselves and the walkers, their frantic fear putting wings on their feet.  Soon the only sound they heard, other than their own pants and steps, was the normal sounds of the forest.  They were able to start walking instead of running.<br/><br/>Eliza could feel her heart beating hard in her chest as they walked. She thought of her father and felt the huge pang of guilt well up in her from having been separated. Was he still alive? Were the others helping him? Dear God... he couldn't protect himself! She began to shudder and brought a hand up to her mouth, covering it in the horror of possibly just leaving her father to his death.  How could she have been so selfish? How could she leave him after all this? Did he hate her? Were his last moments terrifying?<br/><br/>"Oh my God... my father..." She felt her breath catch in her chest. "Oh God he's probably dead."<br/><br/>As she walked with Blondie she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have, and a moment later the girls stepped out from behind a small stand of shrubs and came face to face with a man holding a knife.  They had found Cameron.