CHAPTER TWO
Once the few dozen walkers were killed inside the store, we began getting stuff we needed. Everybody grabbed a shopping cart and separated except for Daryl and me.

We walked side by side, picking up canned goods and anything that didn't have an exoneration date. In the back, we found some seeds and loaded the buggy with them.

"Are cokes good until they're opened?" he asked, picking up a two liter.

I shrugged. "It's possible. Isn't like canned soups like that?" I asked, leaning over the buggy, shifting in the giant jacket.

"Eh. Maybe some of these kids should lay off the soda anyway." He said, putting it back down. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

We kept walking, hearing the footsteps of the others echoing in empty, sad store.

He picked up a case of beer, tore one out, and held it out to me.

"Want one, kid?" He asked, as I looked at it and crinkled my nose.

"No thanks. But maybe later." I laughed.

"Suit yourself." He said, pulling the little tab back and opening it. He took one long swig and we continued walking.

We were just picking up some formula and baby food when we heard a scream.

"Stay here." Daryl yelled, urgently. He took off, leaving me with a buggy and a gun.

I fingered the gun, backing into a corner, and waited. Footsteps.

Before I really knew what was happening the gun was in my hand, pointed at an aisle and a Walker was making it's way towards me. Followed by two more. I had cornered my self.

I fired, hitting the first Walker in the stomach, it hesitated, then continued. I squeaked, pulling the trigger again.

It his the Walker between the eyes, making it drop, now two more. I took them out after a few shots. I obviously needed some work.

I thought it was over, then two more came around the corner. Followed by more.

"Daryl!" I screamed, aiming and shooting. Hitting one. "Daryl!"

More were coming, pouring over the sides of the aisles. I felt tears of fear pricking my eyes, but I didn't dare let them reach the surface. I shot again, and again, but I was running out of ammo and more walkers were coming.

"Help!" I screamed again, feeling helpless.

I shot my last round, taking down only four more walkers. There were atleast six more and I had no where to run. The tears reached the surface. I grabbed a bottle of cheap wine and threw it. It hit one and busted, but it didn't affect it. Out of nothing but hope, I continued throwing them, it atleast slowed them down a little.

"Daryl!" I screamed again and again.

One was on top of me. Green skinned and ugly. It growled at me, clawing at me. The screams weren't going away now.

I managed to keep it's face away from me, but it wouldn't last long, another Walker pilled on top of him, crushing me to the ground. I sobbed hysterically, trying to fight them off.

I heard faster, louder footsteps and the sound of gunfire. Michonne was on top of me, pulling the Walker back and stabbing it.

She bent down beside me. "Are you ok? Were you bitten?"

I shook my head, curling in a ball. "No," I said through sobs.

"Daryl! Get her out of here." Rick said, his jaw quivering.

Daryl stepped through the little crowd. He picked me, cradling me.

"Shh.." He whispered, as he walked away. I leaned into him, grabbing his shirt, crying. I felt like a fool, humiliated. I had actually cried in front of Michonne.

We got on his motorcycle, and I held to him tightly, digging my hands and pressing face into something comforting. I tried to stop crying, but that jumping sensation of me almost dying hadn't quite worn off, and I sobbed, hoping Daryl couldn't hear me over the sound of the motorcycle and the wind.

We pulled up to the gates, and Carol was waiting there, a look of concern as she searched for the other vehicles. She opened the gates and we rode through.

"Where are the others?" She asked, worry clear on her face. "What happened?"

"Don't worry, they're fine. We were attacked." He helped me off the bike.

The sobs stopped, but I was still crying. I hadn't realized it until Daryl wiped a tear off my cheek, but I was.

"Oh, honey.." Carol, said, pulling me into a hug. She led me away from Daryl, away from the crowd watching me.

I was in my cell, asleep, before I knew it. Carol had given me some pill to calm my nerves, and then brought me to my cell.

I fell asleep out of exhaustion, my mind feeling about today. The others still hadn't come back, and I didn't know if anyone had died, but eventually, I drifted off.