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Chapter Two

A damp sheen had covered her face and chest as they approached camp, the pain felt as if it were burning through her flesh, the shot had been clean through the flesh but that didn't stop the nerves in her leg flinching with every movement.

"You ain't fallin' asleep on me are ya?" The man asked as he continued hiking the pair through the remaining trees.

Finn struggled to answer, her head lolling to one side, her hands clasped weakly around the wound as she tried to stop the bleeding.

"What happened?" A mans voice caused Finn's eyes to shoot open, one guy hadn't surprised her much, but more than one still alive? Frankly, it was unexpected.

"She got in my way," The guy answered as he lay her down in the ground.
"That is so not what happened, this guy has the aim of a dude with one eye and only half a hand," She scoffed but the pain soon stopped any further sarcasm.

"It doesn't look too bad, you haven't been bitten? Or scratched?" The second guy asked, his eyes kind and sincere as he kept pressure on the wound.

"Nothing, I've managed to dodge those guys so far, something's been bringing them further upland the past few days, I was unprepared for today."

"Damn right, walkin' round here with no weapon, you crazy or summit?" The crossbow wielding hillbilly questioned with a frown.

"Didn't you just shoot me asshole?" Finn yelled, lying back down on the ground.

"This'll need stitches, Dale you got any thread and a needle in the RV? Some bandages too?"

"Sure, gimme two minutes," The older man replied before he turned and walked towards the RV mentioned.

"So what's your name? What were you doin' walkin' around the woods up here?" The man with the kind eyes asked.
"Finn, Finnegan Clara," She paused groaning against the pain, "I was on a hiking trip when this shit went down, been stuck in those woods since, figured it was the safest place for me to be."

"How did you last without a weapon? What have you done for food? Water?" The man asked.

"How have you guys survived? You just run, you eat what you find, drink when you can. I haven't had food for days, I was on my last few mouthfuls of water."

"Probably lucky I shot ya," Grumbled the man holding the crossbow.
"You, don't speak to me. I don't take kindly to being shot on the first date." Finn lay back and tried to concentrate on breathing as her leg pulsed, the slightest movement causing a rush of pain to consume her.

The older man appeared with what she presumed was the means to stitch up her wound.

"I'm Rick, you're gunna hate me soon enough." The kind eyed man stated as he made the first stitch, Finn clenched her eyes shut and bit down on the back of her hand.

Finn warmed herself by the fire, the ache in her leg subsiding slightly in thanks to some painkillers one of the group had had lying around. A hand appeared at her side, passing her a Tupperware filled with food, she looked up to find it was the man that had shot her.

"Take it I ain't standin' here all day," He exclaimed and she quickly took the food and began eating.

"Thanks," She replied as she ate, realising just how starving she actually was.

"What were you doin' up hikin' in those woods for? Nothin' up there but cliff side and forest?" He asked.
"That was sorta the point, I'm a climber, or at least I was…last time I climbed something it was to get away from those things, cant see it being much fun anymore." Finn laughed nervously, finishing the food that was in her dish.

"You eat fast for a girl," The man scoffed.

"Er hello, starving for however many damn days," She laughed apathetically, "I don't think I got your name before, you know, since you were too busy shooting me."

"Daryl," He grunted.

"Finn," She grinned, holding her hand out enthusiastically for him to shake, instead Daryl just stared at it before shaking his head.

"Whatever," Daryl muttered as he stood up and stalked off back to his camp, Finn frowned at his reaction.

As others gathered around the fire, Finn found that most of the group were friendly and talkative.

"So what did you do before all of this?" Lori asked, turning to face Finn.

"I was a teacher," Finn smiled, "I was a substitute so I travelled all round the country, I'd actually just come home to Atlanta for a week or so with some friends…guess I'll be sticking around a lot longer than I'd planned."

Lori got a solemn look in her eyes before she spoke again, "Were your friends out with you? Hiking that is?"

Finn glanced down as she fidgeted with her hands, finding that she was suddenly nervous.
"Yeah, there were four of us," She paused, "They didn't make it, walkers or whatever you call 'em…our camp was torn down pretty early on, we'd been closed off for about five days so we weren't aware of what was happening until our tents were getting ripped into. I managed to fight a couple off, my friend got bit and, well, you know how that ends." Finn laughed apathetically, swallowing back tears.

"So if you were a teacher, could you teach us?" A young voice appeared and Finn lifted her gaze to meet with that of a young child she'd met earlier, Carl, sat next to Sophia, one of the others kids of the group.

"I mean, just the cool stuff," The boy corrected.
"Sure," Finn found herself smiling "I mean if it's okay with your mama's…and the rest of the group, you know, if I stick around for a while?" Finn glanced between people before Rick smiled towards her.

"Make yourself at home," He said between mouthfuls of food.

"I got some room in the RV, it's pretty tight but I'm sure we could fit you in somewhere." Dale said, his eyes friendly.

"I'll go out into the city tomorrow, see if I can find a tent or something, you don't have to worry about me." Finn replied, causing everyone to go silent.
"You go into the city you'll get your ass dead and buried." Daryl appeared from behind her as he walked past the group.
"What do you mean?" She questioned.

"The place is overrun with thousand of walkers, we've tried it a couple times and barely made it out alive, for a tent…it ain't worth it," Shane said with a knowing smirk.

"Have you got any weapons? You have anything with you?" Rick asked.
"All I have is a knife and some rope. I'd been tying myself to trees to get sleep," Finn laughed but clearly the others didn't find it so funny.

"You're serious?" Andrea asked.

"Couldn't sleep on the ground with no way to keep watch, trees was the safest bet." Finn replied and she took note of Andrea as she mouthed something to her sister Amy.

"Can you use a gun?" Rick asked.

"I ain't no cowboy but I know my way around a firearm," She said, rubbing at the wound at her leg as it started to itch.

"We'll get you fixed up tomorrow, I think it's best if we all get some rest for tonight," Rick stood up from his place by the fire, Lori and Carl following.

Finn made her way towards the RV, spotting someone up top she hauled herself onto the roof, struggling with her leg.

"Mind if I keep you company for a while?" Finn asked, Daryl turned to frown at her.

"Whatever," He yawned, his eyes ignoring hers.

"You do this every night? Keep watch?"

"All day, all night, we take it in turns."

"It's that bad huh?" Finn asked and Daryl was about to turn around and shout at her for being so ignorant until he seen her expression, the water filling those big brown eyes of hers.

"It's okay, you can tell me…if it's really bad," Finn urged.

"It's bad, surprised you don't know nothin' about it."
"To be honest I could've been in those woods for a month, was running in circles for what felt like forever, just trying to outrun those things," She shook her head, looking down at her nails, "Hell I'm not sure if I can go and sleep down in the RV, can barely remember what its like to sleep somewhere inside."

Daryl sighed, already regretting what he was about to say but the words fell out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

"Sleep up here if you want, I'll keep a look out, make sure you ain't about to roll over board or nothin'."

Finn smiled, "Thanks." It was all she could muster, Daryl turned away from her and returned to his watch duty as Finn lay back.

"Sorry for calling you an asshole by the way, you know how it is when someone shoots you," Finn said with a hint of humour in her tone. Daryl merely grunted in response, yet Finn felt herself smiling as she stared up at the stars, feeling like for the first time in weeks, she might be able to get a full nights sleep.