"I've gotta find my crossbow before we leave." Daryl tells me.
"Go ahead. You don't have to ask me for permission, I'm not your boss. I'm just trying to see what'll be the best way to climb up the cliff."
He grunts and nods, then walks over to the pool at the base of the waterfall. While he fishes around for his crossbow, I figure out the game plan.
I've got a deer drag in my field dressing pack that's mostly rope, so I can use that. I'll probably climb up ahead of Daryl so I can tie the rope to a tree or something, then he can use it to hoist himself up.
I look over my shoulder to check up on Daryl. "You found your crossbow yet?"
He jumps up from leaning down into the water. "God, lady, pipe down. Don't wanna attract any walkers here do ya?" He leans back down and sifts through the water. He stops and walks over to me with his crossbow slung across his back.
"I'm going to climb up first, tie my deer drag to a tree and then you can use that to help you up. Sound like a plan?" I explain.
He nods. I secure my belongings and launch myself at the cliff. It takes me a bit to get to the top, and I almost fall, but I make it to the top. After securing the rope to a sturdy tree, I cast it down to Daryl. He grabs it and tugs to see if it'll hold. I guess he decides it's okay, because he starts the climb. He uses the trees growing out of the side of the cliff to help him up along with the rope. When he gets near the edge, I help pull him over.
"Damn, my side's killing me. Hurts like hell." Daryl informs me.
"So, which way are we going?" I ask. He points to the west and starts walking. I follow him, as I have no clue where we're going.
After waking for a while he speaks up. "Uh, just so you know, the group ain't gonna be too happy about me bringing an outside to our camp. So don't expect to be staying long. And be ready for them to be kinda hostel to you. We're a little weary of strangers. Also, we're getting close to the farm, not far now." He gestures to the field up ahead where, I'm assuming, the farm is.
"That's good. And don't worry. I wasn't planning on staying. As soon as I get you to your group, I'm heading out. I'll just cut through the woods and back to my truck." I assure him.
As we get closer to the field, Daryl starts to stumble. I hear him mumble under his breath, "Get yourself together. That hole in your side ain't nothin'." I move in closer and drape his arm over mine for support. He turns his head and gives me a confused look, then shakes the expression off. We walk like this, with me supporting him, out into the field.
Third Person PoV:
Andrea is sitting atop the RV when she sees two human forms out in the far end of the field. They're stumbling and kind of shuffling.
"Walkers!" she yells to everybody. "There are walkers in the field!" she sets up and aims her rifle at the forms in the distance.
Everyone gathers around the RV. Rick yells up at Andrea, "Don't shoot; we don't know what they are yet!"
"No, they're walkers!" she responds. "I'm taking the shot."
She looks down the sights and Rick yells for her not to. "Stop!" Everyone's shouting.
Andrea pulls the trigger, ejects the cartridge, and fires again. The two forms drop.
Shy's PoV:
We shuffle out into the field and I see a bunch of people gathered around an RV. I look at Daryl and smile, "We made it!" I tell him.
He gives me a small smile back and he's about to respond when a gunshot rips through the air. I see blood spray from the side of Daryl's head and he falls to the ground. Another gunshot and I feel a burst of pain explode in my right shoulder. I drop from the impact. After a few moments I sit up, still with a fiery burning in my shoulder. "Daryl!?" I lean over him and try to see if he's responding. He flickers his eyes a little, but that's about it.
I look over to where the shots came from and see a group of people running at me. There's a man in a sheriff's uniform, a bigger black man, an Asian guy, and a man who's wearing a blue cop shirt. The man in blue comes up behind me and yanks me back off Daryl by pulling both my arms. I scream from the pain in my shoulder being amplified. The other guys help Daryl up and carry him off toward the farm house. The man holding me drags me roughly, following the others. I get up on my feet and say I don't mean any harm, but he won't let go.
When we finally get to the house he pushes me to the ground near the porch. The other men bring Daryl inside.
The man in blue gets in my face and stars screaming at me. "Who the hell are you!? What are you doing here?" He slaps me across the face, harder than I've ever been hit in my life. I put my arms over my face to ward off any more blows. "Answer me!"