Maybe Im not strong anymore
The scorching southern sun beat down upon the little aluminum shed she had taken shelter in the day before. A thunderstorm of epic proportions forced her to flee quickly through the thick Georgia pines, even though her head was aching to the point she was almost too dizzy to even walk, much less run. But she had no choice in the matter. They were always running. Always. It was a way of life since the dead arose with one shared need for human flesh. So you ran, or you became walker bate. She was well aware of this at this point, but it still didnt make it suck any less.
She was beyond exhausted, still had chills from sleeping in sopping wet clothes thanks to her marathon in the rain last night, and she was lonely. She missed him so badly, and the others as well.. But him... She could feel the sting deep into her soul, as if it had someway seeped its way into her DNA. She sat every single night since they left her in that car outside of Grady, pondering why they left her...why HE left her. Hadn't her chest rose with even a small breath so they would know she wasn't dead? But she knew also it wasn't very likely they, or anyone else for that matter, could survive a gunshot wound to the head. But somehow, she had done that very thing. Before, when they lived at her daddy's farm, she wouldn't of had the strength to survive it, but Daryl had changed her. She was strong, she was a survivor, and that never would have been possible had Daryl not lit a fire deep in her soul. And now he was gone. Gone away from her and she had no clue where to look, so for days she organized a plan to try for DC. She wasnt completely sure why that place seem to burn her gut feeling, but if she knew one thing, it was simply to always go with your gut.
She slowly exited the shed, expecting to see a straggle walker or two. The rain had subsided and the humidity was already making her dirty hair frizzy as hell. But instead of walkers, she only heard dead silence. Usually a welcoming sound in the apocalypse, but it made her feel uneasy. To the point she decided to hang out in the shed just a bit longer. But before she could reach the door, the world went black again. The last thing she saw was a blur of colors and she could taste the metallic bite of blood. "Maybe I'm not strong anymore," was the last thought to cross her mind before all was blank and darkness engulfed her world, yet again.