you're completely, utterly, and totally fucked.

in a supply run gone wrong, you, daryl, rick, and michonne became trapped in a building full of walkers. in an attempt to save yourselves, daryl grabbed you, pulling you into a custodial closet while walkers swarmed the hallway.

he's too close now. your face is at his chest and his breathing is ragged. he won't look at you, your bodies pushed flush against each other in the tiny, dark closet.

"s'gonna be a while 'fore they clear the walkers."