I only own my oc's. Also I may not go along the series fully.
Not too far from the Prison I was hit by something, making me crash. I hit the ground hard and rolled. My entire body ached but my leg was unbearable. I looked at my leg and groaned. I could see a handle of a knife sticking out of my thigh. I got up and didn't pull it out yet. The knife kept the blood in for the time being. I knew with walking on my leg will cause it to start bleeding but I trudged on anyway. I saw a perfect tree for me to stay in for rest of the day and the night. As I climbed I broke the previous branch off. Once I got to a large branch, large enough for me to sit on and not fall off.
I remembered something I read from a book I had read a few years ago. I grabbed a rope out of my bag and tied it around the tree and myself. I groaned when I heard groaning and growling. I looked down. They can't climb up because there are no braches. That also means I will have to find another way down.
(With Daryl and the others)
"I'm leavin'!" Daryl yelled as he grabbed his bag and keys.
"Daryl, be rational about this." Hershel said.
"Why should I? Ma girl is out t'ere alone! I am not letting a Walker get 'er!" Daryl yelled, getting on his bike.
"Daryl! Look, I am sorry we sent her away and I don't care what the group wants, we are bringing her back. It will be you, Glenn, Hershel, Maggie, Carl, and I." Rick said, trying to catch his breath.
"Let's get going then." Daryl said, starting the bike. He waited for the others at the gate. When the others drove behind him, Carol opened and closed the gate. Daryl stopped the bike when he saw Angel's bike laying in the middle of the road. Daryl cut the engine, got off, and walked over to the downed bike. He saw a blood trail. He bent down to look at it. It's not coagulated (which happens after death) so he knew it's not walker blood. So that means Angel is injured. Daryl readied his weapons and turned to the others.
"She's injured so she can't have gone far."
"Daryl…What if she was bitten? What are you going to do then?" Maggie asked.
"I am going to spend what little time she has with her. T'en when she…dies, I'll keep her from walking" Daryl said.
"What if she's already a walker?" Carl asked.
"Then…I'll do what I have ta." Daryl said, walking into the woods with the others following. Daryl kept an eye out for walker but found none; at least until he reached a large tree. There are a small heard walkers in front of the tree trying to get something. Daryl looked up and his eyes widened. Angel was barely hanging onto the branch of the tree. Quickly Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Carl, and Daryl quickly took care of the walkers. Daryl ran under Angel, held out his arms and said.
"Angel! Angel, let go, I'll catch you!"
(Back with Angel)
My leg was bleeding a lot now and it was making the log slippery. I untied the rope so I could make a tourniquet but I slipped. I grabbed the branch and now I am dangling over a horde of… fifteen walkers. As I tried to pull myself up (Which I failed horribly) I heard whizzing of arrows and a bang of guns.
"Angel! Angel, let go, I'll catch ya!" Dad? I looked down; sure enough it's Dad.
"Dad, go! Walker's can smell blood!" I yelled.
"Angel I'll catch ya. Jus' trust me!" I looked at Dad before letting go. A scream tore from my mouth as I fell. Dad caught me and started running out of the forest and to the road. Dad walked to an RV.
"Why did ya'll bring an RV?" I asked.
"Because we didn't know how long we were going to be gone." Dad said, laying me on the bed in the RV, "Now Sweetheart I want ya ta meet our doctor, Hershel. He'll fix ya up."
I looked the man who voted for me to stay. "Nice to meet ya, my name's Angel." I said and he smiled. He grabbed disinfectant, gauze, tape, needle, and a special thread.
"This will hurt." Hershel said, gripping the handle of the knife. He pulled and I screamed. I could feel the knife grabbing onto muscle as he tried to pull it out. Sadly it didn't move.
"Maggie drive easy. I need Daryl's help to get it out when we get home." Hershel said.
It didn't take long to get back. As soon as the RV stopped, Dad ran in and gently picked me up. I whimpered when he brushed the handle of the knife with his arm.
"Shh, sweetheart, I am sorry." Dad said, laying me on a cot.
"Daryl I am going to need your help getting the knife out. It keeps catching in there and I am not strong enough to pull it out." Hershel said, setting the supplies down. Dad nodded and came over.
"Daryl, when I tell you I want you to pull that knife out. No matter how loud she screams." Hershel said, putting the supplies down.
"Now Daryl." Hershel said and Dad nodded, grabbing the knife handle firmly and pulled. A scream tore from me as Dad pulled the knife out. The pain was so bad it knocked me out.
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