After Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and T-dog go after Merle (a task that was unsuccessful with zero success) they have to run when they hear gunshots in the mountains where the camp was.

Everyone head's was an complete hell right now.

Sophia was clinging to Carol, the woman still riddled with guilt over her husband's death, Lori was holding Carl who was in tears, your freckled cheeks wet as a river, the crowd of zombies devoured more and more survivors, gushing blood like rain, drinking their blood like water, Shane's bullets were lost in the air, and Andrea He screamed for Amy, who was in a fresh pool of blood, Jacqui eyes traced every corner of that hill, trying to find a point of escape, Miranda had her children clinging to her legs, the woman's shoulders hunched like a frightened child, and all the ammunition he had spent was useless, that is, until Dale's eyes reached you, still far from the group, but close enough to make killing the zombies easy.

"Damn." Muttured Jim under his breath, Rick's eyes flicking to you before his gun found itself, albeit involuntarily, pointed at you, a sharp scoff escaping Daryl stronger than he could contain. "Great, new trouble." T-Dog whistled softly and earned a relearning look from Dale, but Glenn was the first to offer something that wasn't an bark, at least. "Who in hell is you? An copy of X-men or something?" He said, trying to hide is shock, kr maybe just trying to lighten the tension.