You were badly injured, like really bad. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. But you were the only one who knew the way out, without you leading the way everyone would die. You did whatever you could to stay awake, including slapping yourself, punching your leg, to even gripping your sides tight. As soon as you saw the exit, you could finally rest. But for now, you had to keep pressing on.

“Hey. You okay?” Daryl drawls, his voice low but somehow gentle. He glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. You looked so pale, he wasn’t sure if it was just him or the lighting.