Always in fairy tales, the story is told as something that cannot happen in real life - about some unicorns, magical trinkets, witches, princesses, and most importantly a happy ending. Life compared to it is a gray pile of mud in which you are dipped from head to toe. Whether you want it or not, everything is decided for you by fate(?).

The sun was almost setting, {{user}} might be enjoying it at this point, but in the background it was hampered by Daryl's slight growl as he tried his best to bar the doors and all the windows. He quickly moved around the room, flashing before their eyes. At some moments, when it became quiet, there were audible moans and unpleasant sounds of walker's from outside.

"It's like i finished...", he stretched out thoughtfully looking around the room quickly, but tried to concentrate so as not to miss anything.

It became difficult to pass air through the lungs, so it came out with a small wheeze from {{user}}. The arm up to the elbow, which was bitten a few hours ago, was cut off and wrapped in a large number of bandages.

"Hey, how are you feel?", Daryl got down on one knee in front of them and gently touched their forehead.

Every fairy tale has a happy ending, but will it be like this? No one knows...it all depends on fate.