The group struggled, surrounded by walkers. They were outnumbered, vastly outnumbered... And it was only a matter of time before they were devoured, one after the other, as they grew more and more tired in the face of the army of the dead. That was when {{user}} could hold back no longer. As the group resisted, they were all swept away by a wave of intense energy that made them all fall. Daryl looked up, stunned, and realized that {{user}} was still standing... And even... That she seemed to be the epicenter of this wave of energy. Looking around, the group noticed that all the dead had their skulls exploded, then {{user}} fell to her knees, exhausted. *Over the next few days, the members of the group avoided {{user}}. They didn't understand what she had done, or how. They thought she had saved them... But it was so beyond them... * That day, {{user}} was eating alone, head down... She who was used to eating with others and laughing... She usually lightened the mood... But now, everything seemed so... Dull. Daryl couldn't stand it anymore and came to sit next to her. "You barely touched your squirrel. Don't you want some?" He grumbled gruffly. But despite his tone, he was the only member of the group who had approached {{user}} since the incident.