I curse under my breath as I sprint threw the forest. I could have been perfectly safe in that abandoned house but I had to find a better place. I'm a real idiot. I come to realize that even more now I run for my life, three Walkers behind me. I was checking out a more secured house near the forest when suddenly a whole family of Walkers came from the cellar. I was able to take four of them out but got cornered by a grandma walker. I kicked her across the room and quickly sprinted out of the house and into the forest. And here I am now. My legs burn and I can hardly breath, I'm a terrible runner. A tall tree with lots of branches catches my eye. I climb up the tree, tearing my leg open in the hurry. My weak legs and arms allow me to climb for a fare long time. I carefully sit down on a heavy looking branch, hoping it won't collapse. Because if it does, I hope that the fall will break my neck, but I probably have the luck of surviving and then being eaten alive by Walkers. The rotten corpses are growling at me and scratching the tree I'm in. It are not tree Walkers anymore but six, perfect.I huff and look at my leg. I'm relieved when I see that it is just a hallow scratch, even if I don't tread it I will be fine.

It feels like hours have past, but It probably has been only a couple minutes. My eyes widen when a Walker drops dead, a arrow threw his head. In a couple seconds only two of them are still standing. A man dooms up from behind a tree, taking out the last Walkers with a knife. I sigh in relief, not even caring about the man. I'm just happy the Walkers are gone before it gets dark, what only is a hour away probably.
'He, you up there! What ya' doing?' A voice with a southern accent yells.
I glare down at him. 'Don't yell you idiot! I have seen enough damn Walkers for today.'
The man pulls the arrows out of the Walkers heads and reloads his crossbow. Pointing it at me.
'You didn't answer my question.' He says.
I know it isn't smart of me, but who cares. I have not been running away from dead people too now be killed by a living!
'I was starting a new live as a squirrel. What do you think I was doing dumbass!? I was trapped.' I say irritated.
This surprises the man. He clearly isn't used to somebody talking back to him.
'Come down.' He says.
I doubt for a moment but then swiftly climb down, happy to feel ground under my feet again. The man opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by a other voice.
'Daryl! Did you find who stole Shane's gun?' A boy walks up to the man.
The probably Chinese guy now stands next to apparently Daryl. I try to calm my nerves, they can't be talking about that gun that I stole from that flat nose guy right?..
Daryl grins. 'I found this girl. But there is no chance she stole from Shane.'
That pisses me off. I glare coldly at Daryl before looking at the other guy.
'Does "Shane" have a flat nose and almost no hair?' I ask seriously.
Daryl chuckles but the other guy stands there awkwardly.
'Did you steal the gun?' He asks.
I smile a little and take out the scissors I have in my pocket. 'Stole a gun from someone?.. I wasn't in that tree for no reason.'
The guy smiles a little to, believing my lie blindly. But Daryl keeps a sharp eye on me. It is not like he can prove I stole it. I dropped the gun while running when it was out of ammo, and that Shane guy didn't even see my face. I was smart enough to wear sunglasses and a hoodie. The Chinese guy stands silent for a moment before reaching out his hand.
'My name is Glenn.' He introduces himself.
I shake his hand doubtfully . 'Lucy..'
Glenn smiles and looks at Daryl for a moment, but he doesn't take his eye of me.
'Uhm.. If you have nowhere to go, you can come with us. We and a group of other people are staying at a farm.' Glenn offers kindly.
I can't find the words to say for a moment. How do I know this people won't kill me? That Daryl sure would. But.. Even if I don't stay with that group, the farm can still come in handy for supplies.
'Thank you.' I say and smile at Glenn.
And for the first time in a while the smile isn't fake. Daryl growls for a moment and starts walking. Glenn quickly follows him, telling me to follow them. We walk through the woods for a while before stopping at the road. A big truck is standing there.
Daryl drives, Glenn sits awkwardly in the passenger's seat and I look bored out of the window while we drive over the road in awkward silent's. You can tell Daryl isn't happy about something. Maybe that squirrel joke was a bit out of the line. I try to push the stupid grin of my face, but it doesn't matter. A beautiful farm without a Walker in sight is right in front of me.