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Chapter 4
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Time seemed to slow down, as though he was moving in slow motion, never hesitating. The first walker he took down he gutted quickly and smeared the guts all over himself.
He was able to move more quickly then through the herd, who for the most part, ignored him. The screams were almost unbearable. He had to look away several times, from walkers attacking victims. He wasn't able to save anyone else. He helped the women he could but quickly moved on in determination to find Carol. Nothing else mattered, it was life or death, Carol was his reason for keeping going, she was the reason he didn't give up. He loved her, she was his.
His eyes searched the crowd. Frantically darting around. Think god dammit, where would she be?
His eyes scanned the camp, going to a large moving van he was pretty sure held the woman who had the unfortunate fate of being entertainment. He saw her then, her back was turned, but she was desperately trying to open the door, and free the women. She wasn't watching her back dammit, he thought as he started running.
When the door to the van popped open he realized her mistake before she did. One of the women in the van must have died and turned killing the rest of the group as a group of 20 walkers started to stumble out of the van.
She backed up in shock, turning as he took down a walker behind her with his bow looking up and seeing him. Her eyes filled with shock and joy.
She didn't see the walker that came up from behind her, but she reacted as soon as it touched her, fighting like a wildcat with her usually strength. Even so the walker fell on top if her just as he was reaching her.
He grabbed it pulling it off, pulling her up to her feet. He quickly pulled her to him, a quick kiss to her forehead, before muttering "We gotta go baby."
She nodded, and followed him. They made their way quickly back to his truck the herd having continued on in their formation and destination. When she saw the truck, she pulled on his hand.
"Daryl...stop." She puffed almost unable to breath.
"Carol we gotta go." He said opening the door, and turned when she didn't appear to be moving.
"Daryl" she said softly lifting her hand.
There was no denying it, no wavering. There on her index finger of her left hand was a scratch. A deep grove, dug in through numerous layers of skin.
"Fuck" he hissed running forward, grabbing her hand. "Fuck" he whispered again pressing his forehead to hers.
She nodded tears streaming down her face. "You'll have to take my finger."
He nodded pulling her to the hood of the truck, taking off his belt he tied it around her wrist as best he could. Her hand on the hood her index finger bent unnaturally to the side she exhaled several times as he pulled his buck knife out, his fingers caressing her hand.
"I...I don't know if I can.." He said, he was crying now, cursing his weakness, unsure he could hack off that piece off her flesh. He was failing her again.
"Yes, you can, you have to, because I can't, and I'm not ready to leave you yet." She said back to him, her expression sweet.
They stared at each other over the hood of the truck, an electric current seeming to run threw the air. A million messages being sent to each other at once. He wouldn't fail her, she was his reason, she couldn't leave him. She needed him, and she was his.
He watched her face as he raised his blade.
"Just do it...quickly...I trust you." She whispered.
"I'm sorry." He said his voice breaking, as he steeled his resolve."I love you." He added as his blade swung down piercing her skin.
Her smile was almost dreamlike, as her last words before unconsciousness claimed her left her lips.
"I know"
