With the sun settling behind the horizon and a bite of chilly weather, this supply run was not as brief as Daryl anticipated. His keen gaze looks around the perimeter cautiously, there was no exit in the pool of walkers waiting hungrily for a whiff of live flesh.

You urging him to get back to the groups campsite didn’t do him any better. Daryl wasn’t good with kids, let alone teenagers. Now that you were a teenager, your parents insisted you be able to go with the group. Who knew you’d end up questioning your chance of living.

“Will you hush up? You’re the one that got us into this.” Daryl began to watch his every step, before you could speak his hand covered your mouth. He continues to check for any sign of movement. The rest of your crew had fled the scene, you insisted on grabbing one last thing and Daryl was tasked with getting you back.