We've walked for hours without stopping and taking a food break. The night falls around us and I have this uneasy feeling someone's following us but who could it be?
"Down! Now!" I hear Daryl say from behind me so I crouch. He comes up next to me and hands me the knives. Then he points to a light in the middle of the road from a distance.
"You think someone's been there?" I ask.
"Ain't no tellin' let's keep movin' slow though." He sneaks a little more and I'm right with him. Then I hear rustling of trees and bushes around us.
"Not so fast, prick!" I look over and Joe is holding a gun to Daryl's head. Daryl holds the crossbow at his side and grunts. Then someone comes up and grabs me putting their hand tightly over my mouth. "Do what you want with her; I'll deal with this one!" With that the man holding me drags me in too the woods and I scream under his hand. Not too long after I hear a gunshot in the distance. They pin me against a tree and start to grab me. I remember the knives Daryl had given back to me and I stab the guy who is holding me in the eye and make a break for it, the rest start shooting at me. A bullet grazes my thigh but I keep running until I run into someone. My eyes are welled up with tears then I look up at who I ran into.
"let's get you outta here." The guy says in deep, raspy, southern accent.
"No! I can't my friend he's back there, please!" I plead.
"Listen we gotta go, these men they're dangerous. I know who they are, I killed one of their guys and they're probably huntin' me down" His bright blue eyes are sincere. He has a beard but it's trimmed down and his hair is slicked back and curly on the ends. Tears stream down my face. I'm terrified and I'm scared that Daryl maybe dead, after all he did to save my life. Now I need to save him, I need to go back.
He grabs me and pushes me along through the trees so we are out of view. Then he starts to ask me quite familiar questions.
"How many walkers have you killed?" He asks, still pushing me along.
"Is this a joke! I've already been asked this!" I shout.
"By who?" He grabs me and turns me to him with a firm hold on my arm.
"A man named Daryl, he saved me. He's probably dead now." I look the way were all the action is.
"Daryl was with you?" I turn my head and look at him again. He knows Daryl this must be the leader of their group. This is Rick I'm asuming.
"Yes,"
"My apologies, I'm Rick. He was in our group but we all got separated." He holds out his hand.
"He told me, about you," I say, grabbing his hand. We start walking again. "You think we're far enough away?" I hug my body staring back from where I came.
"It doesn't matter, we gotta go back for Daryl. Michonne, Carl! Come on!" He shouts.
A slender black woman with a samurai sword comes out of the woods and a pale boy about 14 comes out with her. He has a silencer on his gun and a sheriff's hat on.
"What are we doing Rick? You said these men are dangerous?" Michonne asks.
"I know but they've got Daryl. Come on Carl stay close by." Rick says. Carl comes closer to Rick.
"Who's this dad?" He asks Rick.
"Grace, my name is Grace." I tell them.
"Well Grace, be ready for anything." Rick looks at me. We all start to head back toward the road and I am praying Daryl is okay.