They were right and it seemed that amost all walkers from the area must had been attracked to the forest by Riley. She must had been really loud because only a few of them were still on the road around the woman's vehicle but the situation was not that bad. The two men went ahead to kill them for good and all. They seemed to know each other very well. They communicated with looks only as they were finishing walkers off.

Riley could barely help them, she even had a problem with walking on her own. She limped after them as they were cleaning the are nearby. She felt quite pitiable in this situation. She had never needed anyon's help before and now she had a problem with walking or with just standing at all.

She could see it from the distance that her motorcylce was on the fritz. It couldn't be saved. But the trunk was intact and probably the stuff within it was in one piece too. Or at least she hoped so.

She kneeled down next to the wreck of her vehicle and hesitated for a minute but then opened it up. There was a small package wrapped in an old remainings of a t-shirt. She didn't unwrapped it, the two men had just stepped behind her. She didn't want them to see what was inside it. It was only her personal stuff that no one had to see except for her.

- What's so important that you couldn't live without? – asked the man with the crossbow. Riley would rather answered something like „mind your business" but than she just pretended she hadn't heard his question. She went on with the content of her trunk. She had a lot of meele weapons. There was a machete, a long knife, she even used a screwdriver for killing walkers. And she had her faveourite, the axe that was now in the sheriff's hand. Of course she had guns with herself but she didn't like useing them. They were loud and they needed ammo which were quite rare things nowadays.

She had some canned food with her as well as some clothes to change sometimes. Riley didn't care much about higene anymore. She changed her clothes monthly and hadn't had a decent shower in ages. She only bathed when it was raining and sometimes when the weather was too hot. Then she looked for a river to have swim. In the winter when it was cold as hell she totally forgot about bathing. In a rotting world like this you didn't care about personal higene that much. You only care about staying alive.

- Haven't you done yet? – asked the crossbowed man as he noticed some new walkers doddering in their direction.

- Just a sec. – Riley was now looking for only one thing. It was small and shiney and the two man could barely see what was that when she hanged it in her neck and tucked it under her shirt.

- You done? – asked the sheriff and Riley nodded. – Than go back now.

Riley wanted to say no, she wanted to leave them but the man with the crossbow had his hand outstreched to help her to get up. She wanted to say no so much. But that little monster inside her – the lonelyness that had made her accept the help before - was now made her accept that hand too. Even though she hesitated she said a silent yes to join them when she accepted the help.

She knew nothing about them, she didn't know how much people they have or where they were going and this had just come to her mind now. Her stomach made a backflip. What if it was a trap? Than why had they helped her?

- Where's your camp? – she asked. She really was nervous now. The sheriff now stopped and looked at the one who was helping Riley to walk. That silent conversation again. The crossbowed man now stepped away from her and stood next to the sheriff who's face went trough a lot of changes in just a few seconds.

He was now scary and his stare was almost painfully tough.

- We can't take you there as long as we don't know more about you. – He started. – At first you have to tell if you have a camp or people with you?

She had no family. She had no friends. She had no one. She only had something with her that some people would be really happy to have. But they lost her track.

- I have no one. – she replied. – I'd been by myself for more than a year now.

- And why are you alone? – asked the sheriff another question.

- You know – Riley started. – keep loseing your friends and family is not so fun after a time. I thought it was easier to be on my own.

They locked eyes than looked at her injured ankle and shoulder. And than the one with the crossbow came to help me again.

- We live in a prison. –said and they were on their way again.

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