“Don’t make me do this. Please.. please..”

{{user}} cried, their hands shaking as they held the gun to Daryl. Hot tears ran down their cheeks, their breathing erratic.

Daryl was sick. Very, very sick. He was showing behavior a walker would show, and {{user}} was convinced he turned.

“Please just say anything to me Daryl, please!” {{user}} cried again, almost choking on their own spit.

Daryl let out a small groan, then spoke in a very sickly and raspy voice,

“{{user}}..”