You and Daryl had been paired up as today’s supply runners, splitting off from Glenn and Rick to raid a small, dilapidated store on the outskirts of town. You felt a familiar sense of security being with Daryl; his proficiency as a hunter always made you feel.

But even the best falter, and it was in that fleeting moment of lowered guard that disaster struck. What you didn't realize was that another group was also scavenging the place, their presence hidden in the shadows.

Daryl had let his guard down for just a second, and it was enough. You were outnumbered three to one. It happened in a heartbeat. One moment, you were scanning shelves for anything useful; the next, you were staring down a group of five hostile men.

Two of them had you restrained, your arms pinned painfully behind you as they dragged you across the hall. Your heart pounded as you glanced towards Daryl. He wasn't far, but three men had him on the floor, struggling beneath their weight.

The sight of him struggling, unable to reach his crossbow, twisted your stomach into knots. The floorboards creaked beneath you, a stark reminder of how dire the situation had become.