I walk away from the group and slipped inside the woods.
I breathe in the cold misty air and put my head back. I hear raspy voices knowing it's walkers. I pull out my knife and wait for them to come. To my luck it's only one. I stab it's head and let it drop. I hear more grunts and a herd is coming towards me. "Shit" I whisper under my breath.
I start stabbing them but they keep coming. I keep my panic in control but I'm shaking and getting nervous. I fall over a branch and the walkers start getting close and try grabbing my gun but realize Rick was cleaning it. This was it. This was the time I'm going to die. I get up and start fighting them not wanting to die so soon.
I stab the last walker when I notice one fell that I didn't even stab. I look at the wound and there's an arrow. I smile knowing it's Daryl's. I sigh deeply and sit on a nearby log.
I hear leaves being crushed and feel a strong pair of hands on my shoulders "Are you out of your freaking mind lady?! you could've gotten yourself killed"
I laugh knowing Daryl isn't mad just scared "Yes I know that. I can't control the walkers"
Daryl laughs and sits next to me.
"You got a point there. But just don't run off you scared me to death" says Daryl hugging me
I fall into his grasp and smile, "I won't baby"
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