There was no hope. And nothing worth to live or die for anymore.

Everyone I knew was dead, it didn't matter how much I had tried to protect them, to change my criminal wicked ways- they were all gone. It was all gone even the enjoyable things in life, parties, friends, lovers even good food was over.
And Now I was alone, just me, myself and I.
And for once I was going to make things right, just like I should've a long time ago...

I wrapped the thick rope notch around my neck, as I stood high up in a tall tree. I was about to call it quits. I took in a deep breath. I was never scared of death, just of not living enough. I could hear some shuffling going on around the green Georgia forest; I actually hoped they were walkers for once, maybe if I fell they would have a feast with my body...
I attempted to embrace the musky scent of the forrest, the green of the trees surrounding me and the blue of the sky for one last time-

And then in an abrupt moment I jumped, the rope tightened around my neck, and my body bounced like a yoyo toy. I couldn't breath- my life was going to be over I was finally going to the light when- CRASH!

The branch I had been tied around gave out, and so my body and the rope alongside with the weak branch all came crashing down to the ground loudly. It was so loud it could probably be heard from a few distant yards. The sick snapping-

"HOLY-" I heard a voice shout.

Fuck. My plan hadn't worked out. I gasped for air and held my hands around my hurting neck the pain around my already bad leg was almost unbearable. My whole body was aching after that fall; this was going to leave a bruise. The dust and sender cleared out and I saw a well-built man standing before me. He was the first human I had seen in weeks. I didn't pay a lot of attention to his rugged appearance because I was lost in his icy eyes.

"What the fuck do ya think her doin'?!" He exclaimed in a thick southern accent, before swiftly raising up his large crossbow to my eye level.I scoffed and stood up all of my bones cracking in the process that was quite a fall, I rubbed my sore back and let a groan escape my lips.

"Have ye been bitten'?" He asked.

"Yes." I lied not breaking eye contact. "So why don't you just kill me and make the world a favor?" I opened my arms widely.

He lowered his crossbow. "That's a lie." He hissed, a large scowl masking his features.

"How would you know that?" I retorted.

"Show me." He ordered.
I didn't move, I didn't have any bite marks at all. Then I saw his fist clench, his face was red. "Ya think just cuz the world has gon' ta shit that ya can just quit like that?"

The hunter asked his sharp eyes on me. I ignored him.

"Hey, would you do a stranger a kind favour?" I approached him; limping towards him he picked up his crossbow again and aimed it at me. I stood a foot in front of him and pressed my forehead against his the tip of his arrow.

"Please put that arrow through my forehead." It was an order. The stranger tensed his shoulders and placed his weapon behind him, just then another voice was heard.

"Daryl!" The voice called "Ya son uf a bitch, what ya do now?!"

The stranger shot me a disgusted glare and muttered something amongst the lines of "crazy bitch..."

Suddenly another man came from the forest and that's when I got a good look at the two men. They appeared to be related by the way they talked with those deep southern accents, they were both also carrying several dead squirrels with them. The new guy was large and meaty, his face was red and he had a broad grin plastered on, no doubt he was tough, and just like the first one he had. Redneck. Written all over him.

The other one who's name was Daryl, was welt built he was wearing a sleeveless plaid shirt, his eyes were a little narrowed on the side, his hair was brown and straight, thin lips and his eyes hidden by a permanent scowl which seemed to hold the coldest eyesl I had ever stumbled upon. It even gave me the chills, that tundra gaze of his. He crossed his arms and begun biting at his thumbnail a habit he had I presumed.

Then the other one took notice of me, he saw the rope loosely tied around the tree branch to my neck and the mess on the floor. His eyes widened for a second before he begun guffawing loudly. He eventually began slapping his knee. The 1st hunter rolled his eyes, and gave a few steps away annoyed. I stared at the big laughing man perplexed. Then he approached me chortling still.

"Girl, if yer tryin' to kill yerself-" he got the rope in between his meathooks and begun toying with it. "-Next time make sure it's thirteen knots." He smirked and chuckled a briefly. This time his comrade turned to him and snapped. "Goddamitt Merle! Don't encourage her!" He heaved frustrated.

Merle clicked his tongue, "Aw, is Darlina upset?" He cooed walking over to his comrade teasing him, the rope still on his hands. Daryl muttered some curses before walking away from us. Merle just chuckled his red face shinning with the sun. I gave Daryl one last glance before turning to Merle.

"Ya really think I'd let this fine piece of ass go to waste, fagget?" He shouted at his comrade, before smacking my ass with his firm unnaturally large hard.

"Hey!" I shouted and attempted to smack him back. He tugged on my rope making me collapse as if I was his pet.

"Easy, down bitch." I gritted my teeth feeling humiliated. "Excuse me, I demand some respect-" I begun and I stood up. He tugged again making me fall. "Respect? But ya were 'bout to quit 'n life. Takin' the easy way out hmph! You are a coward, cowards don deserve nuthin', let lone respect." He tugged the rope for the third time making me collapse and eat a mouth full of dirt.

"I am not a coward."

I hissed through my teeth a large scowl appearing on my face. He didn't know what I had been through, my life my experiences my losses he had no right to judge me like that! I hadn't done anything to this guy! I didn't even know him. How dare he call me a coward? I hated it when people called me a coward, and in several occasions it had ended bad...

His red face got really close to mine and his breath smelled horrid, he held my face in one hand as he made me lean closer.

"Then, prove it."

He let go of the rope leaving me standing there awestruck.

He begun walking away, and I turned to see Daryl starting at me. That chilling stare...
And then he left without a second glance.

In a fit of rage, I cut the rope with my switchblade knife. This man hadn't just humiliated me, he had made a huge mistake- he had given me a new purpose in life. A new meaning, now I had to prove to him for my own respect and pride that I in fact was not a coward. The hunters had been long gone and had left me to be alone in the forest.

The word rang in my head a million times. Coward.

I could hear it, see it. Leaving the man's lips over and over again. Coward.

Then just as in repeat was the other man's icy stare. Daryl's cold eyes focusing on me seeming disappointed. Coward.

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