Chapter Eleven – Prey
The herd prevented them from moving closer to Alexandria. So they had hunkered down next to a lake, in a small cabin. They were looking at an atlas page, and going over their plan. "This is blocked by the herd. What do you think they are waiting for?" Riley asked.
"No clue." Daryl was silent again. "We try this route today." Riley nodded. "We were moving the herd away from Alexandria, part of it broke off…" Riley was silent.
For day they tried different paths towards Alexandria with no luck. Riley groaned. "We need food, lets hunt today."
Daryl surveyed her but agreed reluctantly. "That way, ya take that way."
She nodded and moved to the left, headed up a small ridge. Daryl wanted time to think about what he was doing. They had survived well so far, with no sign of people only walkers and animals.
She topped the ridge, her hair braided back and tossed into a sloppy bun. Silence consumed her. She found a deer trail and walked it, slowly she crept along. Her eyes found a white tail amongst the sea of changing colors. She raised her bow, exhaled, and prepared to shoot.
She woke up tied to a tree. "Couldn't let you get a pretty little deer. No fun for me, watching prey hunt prey." She didn't recognize the voice, but she felt a chill run down her spine. She was standing, a rope pulled tightly around her waist, and then her arms banded together, stretched painfully above her head, tied to a tree limb. She shivered slightly, realizing she had been completely stripped of her clothing. The man infront of her had taken care to gag her mouth and then tape it shut. She couldn't make a noise even if she wanted to.
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