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Chapter 1

Daryl awoke in a daze; he was in a room that he didn't recognize. He had no idea where he was or how much time had past. What he did know though was he was in pain. He looked around and did not see anyone. However, his shoulder(where he got shot) was patched up, and he had an IV attached to his arm? That meant someone was here. He slowly got up and took the IV out of his arm. Daryl whistled to see if anyone from the group responded, but no one did. He wasn't really wasn't thinking clearly. He did just wake up from a coma. Suddenly, Daryl heard footsteps. They were getting louder, coming in his direction. Daryl quickly looked around for a weapon; anything that could help him. There was a tray on the bedside table. It was the only thing there, he quickly grabbed it and readied himself. The door opened and Daryl swung the tray before even looking to see who it was, hurting his shoulder.

It was a girl that opened the door. "Whoa!" She jumped out of the way just missing the tray. "Who are you! Why am I here?" Daryl yelled.

"I-it's okay! I brought you here." She said.

"Why?" Daryl said still yelling.

""W-well, you would have…died if I didn't." The girl looked at Daryl terrified.

He noticed this and thought it was good.

"My name is Nikki. I found you laying on the ground in the woods. Someone had shot you. I didn't see who though."

Daryl didn't say anything he just glared at Nikki. He doesn't know her, which means he doesn't trust her. When he didn't speak, Nikki continued, "You should lay back down. I don't think your strong enough yet to move around a lot." Daryl continued to glare at Nikki, then he finally said, "I'm fine."

"O-okay. Well, you're probably hungry. I was just about to make something to eat after I checked on you. Oh! here!" Nikki held out a bottle of water and reached into her pocket for two Aleve, handing both of them to Daryl. He didn't take them right away.

"Come on, it's for your pain. And don't even try to tell me you're not thirsty."

Daryl gave in. He practically drank the whole bottle then took the pills like Nikki said.

Nikki smiled and then said, "I'll call you when dinner is ready. You should just relax for a bit." Nikki walked away but then came back. "Oh yeah. I washed your clothes. I'll go get them for you." Daryl looked down and just now noticed his appearance. He was naked except for his boxers. "Did she really undress me?" He thought. He looked up at Nikki a little shocked then quickly tried to cover himself with the blanket. Nikki grinned while walking away and thinking, "Aw he's shy."

About ten minutes later, Nikki came back into the room with Daryl's clothes. She set his shoes down on the floor and his clothes on the bed.

"I did the best I could with the vest. That tear was already there, I swear."

"Yeah I know. It's alright."

"I…also fixed the holes in your jacket."

Daryl was a little surprised. She seemed too young to know how to sew.

"Um…thanks." He said.

"No problem!" She said.

"Hey, where's my crossbow?"

Nikki looked at Daryl confused. "What crossbow?"

Damn it! Daryl thought. Dwight must have taken it again.

"Uh nothin." Daryl said.

She smiled at him real big and then said, "Okay! Well, you probably want to shower before you get dressed. Everything's already in there for you, just be careful of your bandage." There was a slight awkward pause and then Nikki said, "Oh, Sorry! I should probably get out of your way! Come out whenever you're done. Dinner should be ready by then. Just call me if you need anything!" She said all of that too quickly. With that said, Nikki left the room closing the door behind her.

Daryl was left to his thoughts. Who is this girl and why is she so…normal? So nice and sweet? She couldn't have possibly done all of this herself, could she? Was this young girl really alone? I mean…she brought him back here and fixed his wound. She's just a teenager. Daryl had so many questions. He had to find out more about her…