Daryl slowly opened his eyes, softly groaning as he felt the hang over quickly take its wrath. The night was a blur to him. He played back as much as he could in his head. The kissing, the heavy breathing, him slipping her the finger, she began to go down on him, memory started to blur at this point.

He tried to think longer and harder before sitting up and opening his eyes to blame Ellie for an anti climactic evening.

"You fell asleep, that's some foul play!"

His head banged like a drum, causing him to fall back down on his back, noticing that he was in fact alone in the tent.

"This girl…." Daryl trailed off as he tiredly rubbed his eyes with his palms.

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Ellie wandered off the road to the small boonies beside the road, making sure to get lost. She tried to move as quickly and quietly as she could towards no particular direction. Unlike the group she ran into, her traveling had no goal other than to survive.

She strolled along past trees and bushes, moving deeper into the woods , looking around to make sure she wouldn't have a surprise attack from a walker.

I gotta re-establish some ground rules if I ever want to continue flying solo..

One, trust no one.

Two, keep going, survive. No matter what it takes.

Three, no more rum. No matter how much you think you miss it.

Four, trust no one.

Ellie walked on top of a log, spreading her arms out to balance as she placed one foot in front of another. Quietly humming Johnny Cash's Walk the Line as she walked forward, she then froze hearing rustling from afar.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings before she moved forward, slowly walking forward as she looked around.

"This is the part in the movie when someone would say it's quiet… Too quiet…" Ellie murmured to herself.

She stepped forward, her right foot breaking through an imperfection of the large log ste was walking on. Her foot broke deep into the wood, getting it caught in a slanted angle, the wood scratching her flesh on her ankle.

"Ow, fuck!" Ellie gasped as she fell forward, straining her ankle in an awkward angle, causing her to yelp.

Scrambling to where her foot was caught, Ellie pulled at her leg where her foot was caught. Her foot didn't budge.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Ellie gasped.

She reached at her lower back to get one of her holstered knifes. Patting around her back, she realized her belt was empty. The knives were back at camp.

"Shit!"

Panicking, Ellie began to furiously pull at her leg, making it cut her strained ankle, sending sharp shivers down her spin and a groan out of her lips.

"This is some 127 Hours shit right here." Ellie gasped to herself.

She sighed as she covered her face with her hands impatiently, looking up with a sarcastic laugh.

"No it isn't. Aron Ralston had a knife. I don't even have that…" She nodded as she sat on the log.

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Daryl stumbled out of the tent, holding both of Ellie's knives that she had left. Squinting at the bright light, he stood up and stretched.

He then walked over to the group where they seemed to have been having breakfast next to the RV.

"Hungry for some spam?" Glenn offered Daryl, holding an opened can over to him as he walked by.

"It's raw though, just to warn you. But it tastes like ha…" Before Glenn could finish his sentence, Daryl had snatched the tin can out of Glenn's hands, shoving Ellie's knives through his belt. Causing Dale to chuckle.

"I don't think Daryl minds, Glenn." Dale said with a smirk.

"Where's Ellie?" Daryl asked before stuffing a slice of span on his mouth.

"Your partner in crime is probably still asleep." Carol said as she combed her daughter's hair.

Daryl looked over at Carol and froze.

"Something wrong Daryl?" Rick asked, noticing the look on Daryl's face almost instantly.

"She's not in her tent…What do you mean partner in crime?" Daryl asked.

"Well you went on that supply run together, and based on the results, you make a good team." Carol said innocently, missing what Daryl said before his question.

"How do you know? Did you check?" Rick asked, standing up in concern.

"Yeah… I was going to give her back her knives."

Shane stood up abruptly. "I knew there was something about her. I told you, Rick. We shouldn't have trusted her."

"What the hell do you mean?" Daryl furrowed her eyebrows as he approached Shane.

"Everyone check your belongings to make sure nothing important is missing." Shane raised his voice in a commanding tone, walking past Daryl, shoving him with his shoulder.

Daryl tossed the tin can on the ground and quickly paced to his truck, grabbing his crossbow, then headed to the side of the road.

"Daryl! Where are you going?" Rick shouted from the RV.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Daryl retorted before emerging into the woods.

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Ellie furiously kicked dirt up in the air with her other foot as her hopes wavered. She had been trying to break through some more wood to get her foot out with ease, but it was to tough for her hands, and her foot was too slanted, she needed her knives.

"How the hell did I manage to get into this situation anyways? What am I? Fucking Bigfoot?"

Ellie emptied her backpack beside the log to see what she had to work with. Her gun with the attached silencer was probably the most helpful tool among the rest of her contents.

She contemplated shooting her foot off for a moment, but then quickly shrugged it off realizing fighting off walkers would prove to be difficult with one foot. That's if she didn't bleed to death.

I wonder how Merle managed to cover up his bloody stump…

Not that I want him around again just to ask…

Asshole…

Is stump an offensive word?

Ellie's train of thought was interrupted with another rustling sound from far away returned. She froze again, looking around in all directions, grabbing her gun with a tight and ready grip.

This is not how I'm going to go.

Ellie's eyes narrowed to where the rustling was coming from, seeing three walkers slowly wandering towards her.

She frantically shifted to aim her gun at the first of the three, squinting one eye to aim at her far target.

Through the head.

Letting out a deep breath, Ellie pulled the trigger, making a clicking sound.

Ellie gasped, then heaved panicking breaths.

Empty.

You have to be fucking kidding me.

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