NORAH POV:
My heart pounded as I raced through the cornfield. Covered in blood and out of ammo, my only chance was to run, and run fast. I heard them all around me, hissing, shuffling, and moaning, but I knew that I was not going to die today. I pulled my knife from its sheath and began to run as fast as my legs could carry me. I emerged on the other side, never slowing my pace. I cut down a walker, stabbing it through the eye before slitting its throat, coating myself in its hot thick blood. I arrived in a clearing and searched for anyone around, no one, as per usual. I scaled a tree waiting for the herd of walkers to pass me by. There were a few stragglers in the clearing when I climbed down. I killed them easily and headed off in search of a place where I could tend to my wounds.
After miles of hunting, I finally found an old prison that looked relatively free of walkers, oddly enough. I found a small patch of weak fence and crawled underneath of it, killing the walkers around that section. I made my way towards the entrance of the prison. I had lost a good amount of blood, despite my make-shift bandage. I stumbled along, I knew that I had to find shelter before I passed out or I would die. I took long pauses but was making pretty good progress. Suddenly I felt the cold blade of a knife against my throat. "You bit?" A gruff masculine voice asked. "No, stabbed. Barn collapsed on me, I got impaled." I replied with a lot of effort. "Why are you covered in walker blood?" "Camouflage, couldn't have made it this far without it." The knife drew away and I heard it sheath. "Come with me." The voice demanded. I turned and saw a greasy looking dark haired man holding a crossbow. I followed him at the best speed I could, each step becoming harder to manage. He led me into the prison to a cleared cell block and instructed me to sit. I was reluctant, but he forced me down into the chair. Convinced I was safe, I tried to look over my wounds, but I must have passed out.