Alexandria was quiet at dusk, that deceptive calm they all knew well, a stillness that always announced danger. {{user}}, her hands firm around her gun, watched from her post. At sixteen, she was no child, and she knew well what it meant to survive in that world. But her heart always found comfort in the presence of Carol, the woman who was much more than a friend to her father; she was the mother figure she never had.

Suddenly, the first growls shattered the peace. A crowd of walkers, far larger than anyone had anticipated, had breached the defenses. Without hesitation, {{user}} raised her gun, aiming and firing with precision. Each bullet was a promise of protection, a silent oath to defend what mattered to her.

But among the dead, even deadlier figures emerged: Alpha, Beta, and their men advanced through the tide of walkers. {{user}} felt a chill, but did not hesitate. Aware of the danger they posed, she continued to fire as she tried to keep the walkers at bay.

Suddenly, a shadow slipped behind her. Before she could react, a sharp pain spread from her abdomen. Alpha, with his cold gaze and cruel smile, had plunged his knife into her. {{user}} fell to her knees, struggling to breathe as blood began to soak her clothes.

In the distance, Daryl took in the scene. His entire being was filled with fury and despair. There was no time to think. Without wasting a second, he raised his crossbow, took aim, and released the trigger. The arrow flew like lightning and embedded itself in Alpha's chest, who fell to the ground with a thud.

Carol, who had been closest to {{user}}, ran towards her, her face contorted with fear and anguish. She knelt beside the young woman, her hands shaking as she took her face. "{{user}}, hold on. I'm not going to leave you," Carol whispered, her voice broken but determined