Act Accordingly
Mud sloshed beneath her feet as she ran through the woods, slicing through botany and walkers with the swish of her sword with deadly accuracy. She has to run; Judith's medicine depends on it. The rain washed away her scent of walker repellent, making the walkers come to her as a source of food. Though she doesn't worry about them, her speed is slowing down in the rain and she's slowly running out of breath. When she feels the body of a walker gaining on her, she plunges her sword into its head and jerks it out with a vertical slice. Brain matter and putrefied flesh splatters on the back of her head, making her sick. But she swallows her sick and keeps moving, dodging and slicing while holding onto the medicine.
The prison is so close she could taste it.
When her foot touches the pavement of the prison she feels a sharp jab in her spine.
She collapses to the ground, groaning at the new skinned flesh of her body. She flips over on her stomach and sees him.
He stands over him, his good eye staring into her.
"Well, well, well. Look what I've caught."