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Chapter One.

Left Behind.

They left her.

She still couldn`t believe that they abandoned her in the woods like an animal, tied to a tree and left to die.

They had left her to die because she was bitten by a lurker and they didn't have the stomach to do anything about it. So they left her to die, tied hopelessly while wounded and bleeding.

"Rotten cowards," she mumbles, half delirious with dehydration as hours pass her by with little acknowledgement. It was difficult to tell the time of day, aside from sun up and sun down. It didn't do her much good from her position, either way.

Licking her dry lips she wriggles her arms in an attempt to relieve the itch that was slowly driving her crazy. However, she was unable to get the right leverage as the wire cut into her arms, causing her to flinch in pain, hoping that it wasn't causing her to bleed more.

"Selfish bastards, just leaving me here. I`ll kill em, I swear I will," she swears aloud, glaring into the blinding light of the sun as it filtered through the canopy of leaves overhead.

She passed in and out of conciseness, her head knocking against the tree without actually registering to her, before she was startled awake by a male voice shouting somewhere nearby.

"Carol!"

The sound made her jump slightly, unable to immediately register that she had heard something. She jerked her head from side to side, trying to find the source of the shouting before fear stills her, her eyes still scanning the trees absently.

"Do I want people knowing I'm here?" she mumbles to herself, her throat sore from the heat and lack of water."Although if I don't, I die here. I really don't want that. Maybe they're good people?...Oh god I`m going insane," she cries out in self-pity, wanting to cry but finding no moisture left in her to do so.

Deciding on risking it, because either they`ll kill her or save her, she shouts. "Hello, can anybody help me!"

Silence

"Fucking hell, did I wait too long?" she swears, her entire body seeming to go lax as that faint glimmer of hope in her chest flickers away.

Until a voice shouts, "Carol." That hope was rekindled into a blaze.

"Help me, please!" she calls back, her voice cracking against the abuse.

Crashing and swearing could be heard as the man stumble through the woods, the sound of snapping sticks and crunching leaves telling her how close he was getting to her particular tree. Within minutes two men stood in front of her in shock; one is a rough looking, dirty, crossbow wielding red-neck. The other was an all American blue-eyed man. Both were gasping for breath.

"Jesus," the second man steps forward with a hand on his gun.

"Watch it, Rick, she`s bit," the red-neck announces, making her frown as Rick stepped back.

"Miss, are you alright?" Rick inquires, his voice soft with concern even though he had yet to remove his hand from over his gun. She found it hard to look away from it, wondering if that would be putting a bullet in her head soon.

Gulping back her fear, since both men were dangerously armed, she chanced to speak. "Please, don`t hurt me," she pleaded roughly. Had her hands been free, she would have raised them in surrender.

Frowning, Rick understands and removes his hand from his gun before nodding to the red-neck to lower his cross-bow as well. "We`re not going to hurt you, I promise we`re looking for a woman, older lady with real short hair named Carol, have you seen her?" he hoped as guilt ate at his stomach.

But she shook her head, "I`m sorry I haven`t seen anyone in days."

Rick sighs in disappointment before he really looks at the poor woman.

She was shorter than Lori and in her late teens or early twenties, Spanish descent if he wasn`t mistaken, with light brown skin and dark brown eyes famed with long dark hair. All in all a beautiful young woman. "How long ago were you bitten?" he asks, thinking that they couldn`t just leave her here.

Swallowing uselessly, trying to moisten her dry mouth, she answered, "At least two-three days, maybe more."

Rick frowns before he reaches out to her hesitantly, pressing the back of his hand against the woman's forehead. She flinches at the contact, but shows no other reaction. His eyes widen at what he doesn't find.

"No fever," he calls back to the other man.

Lowering his crossbow, the second man steps forward to get a better look at her bite. Moving a piece of torn material from her blue dress, he pokes at her wound. The ripple of pain this action brings causes her to hiss through her teeth in pain.

"Fuck sake, do you have to do that?" She swears at him.

Ignoring her, he continues looking at it. "It`s scabbed over so it`s healing, my guess is she`s immune or something?" he steps back, looking as confused as Rick as his brows draw down in a mirroring frown.

Fidgeting against the rough bark, causing it to scrape against her soft skin, she speaks up before they could continue, "I don`t mean to be rude, but can one of you please untie me?" she pleads, her tone coming through more curt than she intended. They were standing there talking and she was still tied to a tree.

The redneck steps forward with his hunting knife and cuts the wire that held her to the tree, having to put a bit more force in order to cut through the thin metal. Slumping down as her legs failed her she lowers her head in exhaustion with a sigh of relief passing her chapped lips.

Rick give her a moment before calmly asking, "What happened to you?" as he offers her a bottle of water, which she drinks greedily and clumsily against her thirst. Putting the lid back on the water once she had drank her fill, she absentmindedly rubs her sore arms that were cut from the harsh wire.

"Everything was going well; I was with this group for over a month. They range from three years old to seventy years old. We were never in the same place, always moving—until one night we were camping just outside this little town when this herd of thirty biters came through. I woke up to people screaming. After that things get blurry…I remember being bitten and killing it and just running into the woods. My friend George noticed the blood and just went crazy." Tahlee pauses as painful memories nearly overwhelm her, her face contorting with her thoughts. "He went to shoot me, but Luka, his little sister, stops him and she suggests tying me up, then that bitch hits me in the head and they leave me here." As she finishes she hides her face in her knees as the pain of her friends' abandonment hits her again. Finally saying it aloud seems to solidify the truth of it, making her heart ache more.

"Jesus Christ." Rick turns away in disgust.

Daryl looks down at the exhausted woman with new respect shining in his eyes. "Ya got a name?"

Startled, she jumps. Lifting her head to look at the shaggier of the man, she nods. "Tahlee, it`s Tahlee."

Grunting, he replies gruffly, "Daryl, and that`s Rick."

Resting her head against the tree, she can't help but to ask, "Who's Carol?"

Daryl frowns as though being reminded of why they were out there. "Just a woman, her kid got spooked by walkers and ran off, Carol followed. We found Sophia a few hours ago but no sign of her mum. You definitely haven`t seen her?"

Shaking her head, Tahlee offers a sorrowful look. "I`m sorry."

"Worth a shot," he grumbles back, looking away from her to put his attention on Rick instead.

"Alright, this is how were gonna play this; we`re going to hide your bite. Daryl could you lend her your vest, please? Then we are going to look for Carol for another hour or so before we lose the light."

Scowling, Daryl rests his crossbow against the same tree as Tahlee as he strips off his angel-winged vest and hands it over to her rather reluctantly. She takes the leather carefully, realizing that this vest held some importance to the man.

"Look after it," he orders as she slips the leather up her arms, getting a timid nod as answer. Shouldering his weapon upon her nod, he trudges into the woods without waiting for the other two. Rick helped her up from the ground before they followed after the redneck at a slower pace.

They hiked for over an hour and Tahlee struggles as keep up as her body slows from the lack of food and proper rest. She had been running on adrenaline from being saved when they first started, but she had nothing left as darkness threatened to overcome them.

Daryl stopped and he raises his hand back to them, leaving them to pause just behind him as they listen. A shuffling moan sounded before a biter stumbled from behind a large tree. He raises his crossbow and fires, striking the walker (better than calling them biters) right in the eye.

"Bulls-eye," Tahlee comments as Daryl grunts.

Tahlee decides to linger back as both men approach the fallen walker.

"What are you doing?" she asks, recoiling as they knelt down beside the thing. She wasn't sure how this group managed things, but the people she travelled with tended to leave the dead to lie.

Rick answers "It has fresh blood under its nails."

"Oh, God," Tahlee mumbles as Daryl snatching his hunting knife from his belt while Rick pulls on some gloves and braces himself as he goes to gut the walker.

Covering her mouth, Daryl sees this chuckles; "Maybe you should step back, Princess."

Glaring at him, she steals herself. Almost immediately regretting it as Daryl forces its mouth open with his gloved hands, looking inside the walker's mouth. Shivering in disgust, she forces herself not to look away.

"There`s flesh in its teeth."

Rick asks, "What kind?"

"Only one way to find out," Daryl mutters, picking his knife back up.

Rick grimaces, but doesn't back down. Flipping open his own knife, he offers to Daryl, "Here, I`ll do it."

Scoffing, Daryl shakes his head. "Now many kills have you skinned and gutted in your life? Beside, mine`s bigger."

Tahlee rolls her eyes at his obvious' mine`s bigger than yours' remark, but wisely remains silent.

Daryl starts his step by step commentary as he cuts into the stomach of the walker, black blood oozing out of the open wound even without a heartbeat to fuel the movement.

"Now here comes the bad part," he adds on as his hands sink into the gaping wound, searching out one organ in particular. "Oh yeah, hoss here had a big meal not long ago, I can feel it."

Tahlee wanted to groan along in disgust as Daryl hefted the stomach out from the walker, pulling along some of the intestines as well. If Tahlee wasn't already pale from lack of nutrition, she sure as hell was now.

"Here`s the gut bag."

Rick offers, "I got this."

Out of the pile of brown slime falls a small skull. "This gross bastard had himself a woodchuck for lunch." Daryl lifts the skull up this his knife to show Tahlee.

Rick sighs as he leans away from the corpse, "At least we know."

"At least we know."

Tahlee abruptly turns to the side and vomits, causing Daryl to snort a laugh.

WALKING-DEAD

"Dammit…alright, let`s head back." Rick says in defeat an hour later.

"We can pick it up again at dawn," Daryl encourages as they begin their trek back to their group. Rick glances back at their new companion, bringing up the rear of their small parade. "I`m sure my wife Lori could spare some clothes for you to change into."

Tahlee looks down at her ruined light blue summer dress underneath Daryl`s vest, knowing the horrible blood stained appearance.

"Thank you, although I`m sure I could find some in the abandon cars." Tahlee knew that clothes like everything else were hard to come by these days, she would feel bad taking clothes that someone else already had for themselves.

"If we're still planning on hiding my bite I`ll need to clean up before anyone else sees me," she comments as she gestures at the dried blood on her arms.

"There`s a creek just up ahead," Daryl offers up.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the small creek and immediately Tahlee walks straight in, shoes and all, falling to her knees she carefully take off Daryl`s vest and laying it on a dry rock before she leans down cupping some water and having a drink as she fills her empty stomach, before she starts scrubbing at her sore, bloody arms. The water around her ran pink as she washed, but she wasn't concerned after having had her drink.

Wishing she had a cloth to clean the delicate skin around her wound, Tahlee doesn't even need to voice her opinion before Daryl's stepped to the edge of the creek and offers her a red cloth, "Here."

Immediately, she smiles up at him. "Thank you."

Within minutes all of the dried blood was washed off and she felt like a new woman, even with some newly soaked clothes.

"Ready?" Rick smiles. He was right, Tahlee was a very beautiful woman.

Smiling "Yup let`s go"

WALKING-DEAD

Emerging from the woods, Rick heads up to the group of survivors as Tahlee hesitates while Daryl is helping her over the guardrail.

"Thanks," she mumbles absently.

A distraught young voice carries over from where Rick is meeting with a cluster of people, "You didn`t find her?"

"That`s Sophia," Daryl informs her quietly.

Rick replies tiredly, the stress evident in his tone, "Her trail went cold."

"I`ll pick it up again in the morning," Daryl adds as Tahlee hides behind him, suddenly very unsure about meeting this new group of people. After all, she doesn't have the best experience with travelling with people.

"You can`t leave Mommy out there, we`ve never gone camping before, she`ll get cold," Sophia cried as a tall brunette woman wraps her arms around her, trying to bring some comfort to the child.

Crouching down in front of the young girl, Rick explained, "Can`t see nothing in the dark." Rick refuses to risk more people`s safety, even if he can't explain that to the daughter of the woman they had lost.

"We`d be tripping over ourselves, more people getting lost," Daryl adds. His voice was surprisingly soft, not wanting to seem harsh to the already spooked child.

A dark haired man suddenly growls out, "Who is she?"

Rick steps in front of Tahlee protectively before addressing the group that was already gathered around, "Everyone this is Tahlee, we found her and she`s gonna join us."

"Nah, man. We can`t be taking in strays," the same man argues.

"She`s alone, Shane. I`m not sending her off by herself without supplies, that`s not right," Rick defends her.

Tahlee steps around her two guardians, building up her courage. She was going to have to learn to stand on her own two feet. "Hi, everyone. Listen, I get it; strangers aren`t a good thing now-a-days, using up your food and all. I understand. I just need to rest up and I would appreciate it if I could stay until Carol is found, after all she is the only reason why I`m still alive and I`d like to thank her."

Truthfully she wasn`t all that keen on joining a new group after what happened last time but she also knew that she needed help.

"Tahlee, no one is asking for you to leave," Rick reinforces as a deep protective feeling overwhelms him.

"Did you see my mommy?" The tearful girl asks, setting those painfully innocent and scared eyes on Tahlee.

Tahlee hesitantly steps forward. "No, sweetie, I didn`t but I survived and I was lost for three days and I don`t know anything about the woods, so I sure your mommy is fine," she tried to reassure her, giving her the most encouraging smile that she could muster in her own nervousness.

"We followed her for a while," Daryl added.

Rick interrupts fluidly, "We have to make this an organized search and Daryl knows these woods better than anyone and I`ve asked him to oversee this."

A whimper escapes Sophia, "Is that blood?"

Daryl answers after a beat of silence, "We took down a walker."

"A walker?" she cried out while wrapping her small arms around a startled Tahlee, who stood closest to her at the time.

"Sophia, honey, we know that the walker was no-where near your mom," Rick assures her.

A blonde women steps forward, snapping at them in question, "How can you know that?"

"Cause I gutted the son of a bitch, that`s how," Daryl bluntly answer her before he turns to walk away. Releasing the poor girl into the arms of the brunette, Tahlee rushes to follow after him.

"Daryl, wait up," she breathes, about to reach for him. Instead, he ends up slamming her against a car door, causing her to gasp in shock and fear.

"You really leaving?" he demands, keeping his voice low while staring her dead in the eye. Even in the fading daylight, she could make out the clear blue of his eyes.

Fear slowly creeps through her veins as her breathing becomes short. "I can`t be left behind again, Daryl, I can`t care about people only for them to leave me." Her voice trembles through her words.

Understanding hits him then, causing his hold to lessen on her. "We don`t leave people behind," he states before releasing her completely.

"You promise?"

"I promise, now come on let`s find you some clothes and some food before you blow away," Daryl promises her.

He also makes another to himself; 'I won`t leave you.'

WALKING-DEAD

Two hours later and Daryl has full filled one of his promises almost straight away, as together they ransack cars looking for food, clothes and other supplies.

Grabbing a discarded black shoulder bag, Tahlee stuffs it with a few clean shirts, a skirt, pair of denim jeans and underwear as she left out a simple purple tank-top and short cut denim shorts she immediately changes into, ignoring Daryl piercing gaze.

Looking up at him, Tahlee asks timidly, "Can I keep wearing this a little longer, please." She indicates to his vest, thumbing the worn leather.

A grunt was his reply.

Tahlee was quickly growing accustom to his way of speaking as she continued looking through abandoned cars, squinting her eyes against the fading light.

Finding more treasures as night fell, the group soon settled around a non-existent fire pit as they ate from a verity of canned food, such as veggies and beans.

Clearing his throat, Rick stood. "Alright, tonight we are going to have a two man watch starting with Shane and Glenn followed by Andrea and myself with Daryl and Tahlee finishing up at dawn."

Shane immediately got to his feet, opposing Rick's decision. "I`m not sure it`s wise having the new girl on watch, it`s dangerous."

"It`s settled, Shane, just leave it." Rick was getting tired of Shane fighting him on every little thing and it was starting to show through in his short tone and darkened expressions.

"Alright everyone, let`s get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us." Rick instructs everyone as he gathers his family towards Carol`s Cherokee.

"Tahlee, will you still be here in the morning?" Sophia asked quietly.

Tahlee stood and walked over to her as she gathered her up in her arms. "I will be here until I am sent away, Sophia. I promise you, I won't leave until my arms are replaced with your mommy`s. Now, sweetie, you need your sleep, so go with Andrea and have sweet dreams," Tahlee instructed.

Sophia pleaded with Tahlee, reluctant to leave her so soon. "Can`t I sleep with you?"

But the dark haired woman shook her head. "No, sweetie, it`s safer in the RV."

"Okay, night night." Sophia hugged her before running to the RV as Andrea held the door open for her.

Tahlee looked around before she realizes she`s forgotten to plan a sleeping spot as everyone heads towards their beds.

"You coming, Princess?" Daryl`s voice startles her.

She's surprised but shrugs as she follows him to a Ute that had two sleeping bags laid out of the tray. Grasping his hand he pulls her up easily before he pulls up the tail-gate and rest his crossbow against it.

Laying down carefully on her uninjured side, meaning she was watching him as he too lays down with his hands folded under his head.

"Daryl I just want to thank you for helping me today and now," she murmurs as exhaustion hits her.

He grunts as he watches her eyes close from the corner of his eye and her face relaxes as she settles into a light sleep. "G`night Daryl," she sighs softly into sleep.

Minutes pass before he answers, "'Night, Princess."

WALKING-DEAD

The next morning, Shane calls out to the group. "Alright, everyone, make sure you have a weapon."

Ignoring Andrea as she throws a fit over carrying a gun, Tahlee selects a small steel hatchet before moving away to do a practice swing.

"Easy," Daryl growls as he approaches her from behind, flinching backward to avoid her swing.

Tahlee turns around sharply in surprise. "Oh god, I`m so sorry," she apologizes.

Grunting, he steps up behind her and grips her right arm adjusting her grip on the hatchet. "Hold it like this." He swings their arms together, demonstrating the best technique. "Remember, always aim for their heads or neck to decapitate," he instructs verbally while instructing her physically as well.

"Thank you," Tahlee smiles at him as she watches him walk towards Rick.

She listens in as Daryl explains his plan. "The idea is to take the creek five miles up then turn around and follow down the other side."

"Why just the creek? Shouldn`t we check everywhere?" Sophia asks, beginning to look panicked all over again.

"Most likely she`ll stay by the creek as it`s her only land mark. Stay quiet and stay alert," Daryl answers her.

"Let`s go," Rick directs to the rest of the group, motioning with his head over to the guardrail they had hopped over the night before.

WALKING-DEAD

Hours pass as they follow Daryl as he navigates expertly through the forest; Tahlee almost considers slapping herself when she realized that she was staring at Daryl`s ass for most of it. A cough brings her out her stare as Glenn looks at her funny as does Sophia, who she held hands with. She smiles at them nervously, hoping they won't out her for her embarrassing behavior.

"What`d you do before this?" he asks, as he finally has someone his age to bond with.

Still blushing from being caught, Tahlee answers easily, "Odd jobs really, waitressing, receptionist, florist, baby-sitting - you name it, I`ve done it. I bounced around a lot after high school. You?"

"Pizza delivery."

Surprised, she asks, "In Atlanta?"

Glenn nods. "Yeah, in the city. Where're you from-ah" he trips over a tree root.

Grabbing his arm quickly, Tahlee stopped him from hurting himself while remaining on her own feet in the process.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, thanks, Tahlee," he blushed sheepishly, straightening his posture while rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Quiet," Daryl growls at them.

Smiling at Daryl in apology she releases Glenn. "Man you think Daryl`s bad now you should have seen his brother, Merle—strike that, I pray you never meet him as he is one of the most racist bastards I`ve ever met," Glenn informed her as well as indicating her Spanish heritage.

However, Tahlee shook her head in denial. "Daryl`s done alright by me, doesn`t matter what he was like before," she defends. Not noticing that Daryl was eavesdropping she continues speaking, "I like who he is, he most likely the only person here who has changed for the better."

"Hold up," Shane called out, keeping his voice low and holding out an open hand as a signal to stop for those who hadn't heard clearly.

The group stopped as Shane points out a yellow tent off to the left of them.

"Carol could be in there," Shane whispers.

Daryl scowls in contemplation. "Hell, anything could be."

Drawing his knife, Daryl slowly unzips the tent door and enters. Quickly holding his breath at the rank smell of a decomposing man lying slumped in a camping chair, he takes a quickly scan of the tent while the others remain outside. Right off the bat he knew that Carol wasn't inside.

"Mommy, are you in there?" Sophia calls out hopefully.

Daryl exits the tent and takes a deep inhale of fresh air. "Ain`t her," Daryl mutters. "Just a guy; how did Jenner put it, oh yeah opted out." He sneers at the guy`s cowardice.

Sighing Rick nods in acknowledgement before addressing everyone else. "Alright, let`s keep going."

Before they can even leave the campsite, the faint ringing of a church bell echoes through the trees, ding, dong, ding, dong.

They freeze in unison.

"Jesus, which way?" someone asks.

"I think it was this way." Shane points towards the west.

"Damn, it`s hard to tell out here." Daryl adds, turning in different directions in an attempt to get a different perspective.

"Someone must be ringing them right?" Tahlee asks aloud.

Glancing at her, Rick nods. "It could be anyone."

"Maybe it`s Mom?" Sophia adds.

Rick instantly takes off at a sprint as the rest of the group follows him, trying to keep pace.

Within minutes they enter a grave-yard as they continue running around tomb-stones as Shane calls out, "Rick, this is the wrong place. No steeple, no bells!"

Tahlee gasps in agony as her right foot clips a hidden stone forcing her to the ground.

"Tahlee," Andrea cries out as she stops to help her.

Tears prickle her eyes as the pain spreads throughout her foot. She couldn't utter a word at first, trying to choke back a scream—the last thing she wanted was to bring walkers down on them from too much noise. "Oh, fuck me," she hisses out through the pain.

"Tahlee, where are you hurting—oh, Jesus." Andrea trails off as she takes in Tahlee`s foot. Blood covers her once dirty white converse sneaker and it continues to soak the ground underneath. "Shit," Andrea swears as she carefully takes Tahlee sore foot onto her lap and unties her shoe also removing her bloody sock.

Simultaneously they gasp at the damage done to her big toe. A small piece of bone was sticking out from the side and the exposed skin bruising immediately.

Tahlee paled as she looked down at her own foot. "I`m gonna be sick." Turning away from Andrea quickly, she vomits up the small breakfast she had had that morning.

Inside the church, looking around, Glenn immediately notices that two people are missing, "Where`s Tahlee and Andrea?"

Daryl swears, "Fucking hell." He storms outside with Rick and Glenn close behind him.

"Over here, Rick." Andrea calls out, as she passes Tahlee an open bottle of water.

Kneeling down in front of the injured woman, Daryl ignores everyone as the rest of the group gasp over that state of her foot, looking Tahlee straight in the eye, "You okay?"

He was over powered by Glenn, "What are we going to do?" Glenn asked, "I mean how do we fix a broken toe like that?" he adds after catching Daryl`s death glare.

The pain erupted through Tahlee's limb like fire, constantly spreading from her toe right up through her hip with each beat of her heart. She`d never broken anything before and she was so scared to have done so than at this moment, in an apocalypse.

Whimpering, Tahlee whimpers, "Am I going to lose my foot?"

"No, well maybe just the toe!" It took several seconds before Tahlee realizes Daryl was joking.

She smacks him on the chest. "That wasn`t funny."

Smiling at the tension that was dissipating, Rick announces, "We`ll need someone to carry her back to the RV. Shane and I are going to stay around here for another hour or so, just in case."

Standing as Glenn moves over to help wrap her bloody foot in his spare shirt, Daryl heads over to Rick. "You`re splitting us up. You sure?"

"Yeah, just follow the river back, we`ll catch up. Daryl, you`re in charge," Rick informs them, giving the redneck a pointed look that he just shrugs off, having already figured that. It wasn't as though anyone else knew where they were going.

Carl runs over to his father. "Dad, I wanna stay, too," he desperately asks. "Sophia is my friend and I wont to find her Mom."

Rick glancing at his wife, "Oh no, don`t look at me, I can`t always be the bad guy," Lori stepped back and hugged her son, "When did you grow up?"

Smiling up at his mom, Carl used his puppy dog eyes.

"Alright, he can come," Rick bends before he offers his wife his colt, "Here take this."

Shaking her head, "I`m not taking your gun and leaving you unarmed," Lori refused.

Daryl steps forward. "Here, got a spare. Take it," He urges and hands Lori a 9mm hand-gun, drawn from the back belt of his cargos.

"Alright, people, let`s go." Daryl adjusts his crossbow over his shoulder and swoops Tahlee up from the ground, carrying her bridal style, as they began their long trek down downstream.

After a while Andrea speaks up, "So this is it? This the whole plan?"

Adjusting his grip on Tahlee, Daryl calls over his shoulder to answer, "I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups."

Resting her face into Daryl`s neck as she drifts off to sleep, Tahlee decides to ignore the disputes of the group in favor to pushing aside the pain in her foot.

Elsewhere in the woods, a gunshot echoes like a scream through the trees.

Rick screams, "No, no, no Carl, no, wake up, Carl, please!"

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