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It was a matter of time before they both collapsed. The heavy breathing and burning lungs was starting to be too much. Carol could barely make it another step as more pain from her ankle shot up her leg. Daryl at the point could barely shoot his crossbow with his now injured shoulder. Their chances were looking slim.

She looked to him a found the same panic in his eyes. He was scared, they both were. Standing there in the middle of an abandoned town with nowhere to run.

"What should we do?" is all Carol could ask.

Daryl had never been so scared before. His biggest fears were coming true and he had no idea of what to do. His shoulder was killing him, and it was quite obvious that Carol was literally on her last leg. They had nowhere to go. No place to hide. Scanning the area he heard the footsteps getting louder. Time was running out and he needed to act now.

"You gotta run just a bit more."

Carol nodded but knew that there wasn't much left in her.

"I know where we can go." Daryl said. "Ready?"

Gathering all the strength she had Carol nodded once more. She knew this was their last chance at surviving. Who would have thought something as simple as a quick run through a town would turn into something so deadly?
They could hear them coming now, and damn were they close.

With one last look at each other Daryl took off with Carol close behind, leading them to what hopefully would save them from near death.

Few Hours Earlier

"Welcome to the town of Little Town." Is what the sign said as they entered their new discovery.

Daryl slowed down the truck as they entered and found a spot to park by the entrance. From where they stood it looked deserted, but of course you can never be too careful.

"Stay in here for a minute. I'm gonna have a quick look around." Daryl said as he grabbed his crossbow.

" I can protect myself ya know." Carol retorted.

" I know but you can at least amuse me by staying her." Giving her a smirk he got out of the car without giving her a chance to respond.

Daryl saw her give a huff in defeat and slump back into the chair as if she were a kid. He couldn't help but smile at how cute he found the whole thing.

Refocusing Daryl did a quick scan of the area and came to find nothing to be any major threat.

Walking around to her side he opened the door, "Alright princess it's ok to come out now and stop pouting."

Carol had to force back the smile that was threatening to appear. "You're just scared." She teased back. There was no way she was going to let him off easy for this one.

"Dixons don't get scared." He grumbled.

Now he was right in front of her. Their faces a mere few inches apart.

"You see," he smirked as he looked her dead in the eye. "A Dixon is like a predictor."

The space between them became smaller as she felt his hot breath on her neck.

"We like to keep track of our prey." It came out as a low husky whisper in her ear, and before Carol even had time to react he was gone.

She felt herself blushing as he called over to her, "Comin princess?" a smirk of pride across his face.

Carol could only nod as she felt the heat rush to her face, "I guess he could win this one." She thought.

It was easy to say that there wasn't much to the town. A building here, a building there but nothing more than that.
They walked in silence each on the lookout for any sign of trouble.

"You think there is anything really worth sticking around for here?" Carol had an uneasy feeling and was hoping they could get out of there as soon as possible.

"There isn't much here. Take a quick look around and if we see something worth wild we'll take it. Shouldn't be here more than an hour or so." Daryl could tell she was nervous, but this town was as dead as the walkers they put down.

"Just gotta stick together alright?"

Carol nodded, taking just a small step closer to him.

The two of them weaved in and out of all the buildings. There was an item here and there but all and all nothing significant.

By now they were on the complete opposite side of where they started. The knot in her stomach was getting larger and all she wanted to do was run back to the car.

"Daryl we've gone through everything, lets get out of here."

"There's a pharmacy right there. You know how important medical supplies is. Ten minutes, that's all we need and we'll be out of here." He tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"Ok." Giving a shy smile back. She trusted him, but that didn't mean it stopped her from being nervous.

Carol noticed that the windows were boarded up as the approached the doors.

"Ya ready?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah let's just get this over with."

Daryl kicked the door open and went in first with Carol close behind. Both had their crossbows raised and knives in their pockets; they were ready for anything.

The smell hit them first. It was scary how familiar it was to them.

Nothing was visible at first, but they knew something was there.

"Stay close." Is all he whispered.

Keeping a look out they moved swiftly through the store. Nothing seemed to be lurking, that was until they made it to the back of the store.

Lying on the ground were two decaying bodies, and a note.

Daryl picked it up and read it out loud, " One was bit, the other quit. We had been married fifteen years when the world went to hell. We didn't live without each other then, and we aren't going to start now. To whomever found us, anything in the pharmacy is yours. Take care, stay safe, and keep your love ones alive. Good Luck."

A woman and man lied there on the floor. The poor lady had a giant bite mark on her neck. Both though, had bullet holes through their heads.

"He killed himself to be with her." Carol said shakily as tears gathered in her eyes.

Daryl sighed. "Yeah he did." It was a sad thing to see.

"And I was so close to being right there with him." He thought.

Shaking this thoughts Daryl got back to business. "Ten minutes. Not a second more and then we are out of here."

Carol looked once more at the couple. "You won't have to tell me twice."

They each separated to cover the store more quickly. Daryl had gone over by the over the counter medicine while Carol headed to the back rooms for the prescription stuff.

At this point she wasn't even reading labels. Bottle after bottle dropped into the bag as she went up and down the shelves. It didn't really matter what the pills were used for. If they are worthless, that's fine, but you never know what you'll need anymore.

As she put the last of the bottles in the bag, Carol noticed another room. It was one of those rooms for employees only and from what she could tell it was one of the supply closets for extra prescriptions.

"How much time we got?" Carol called out.

"Five minutes!" she heard Daryl call back.

Sighing she headed towards the other room, and opened the door.

Daryl was grabbing whatever he could find when his blood went cold. Piercing the air was a blood curdling scream that he could recognize anywhere.

"Carol!" he yelled and started sprinting towards the back of the store.

He heard the moans and his blood ran colder. This could not be happening.

Daryl yelled again, "Carol!" this time he heard her. "Daryl help!"

He found her lying on the ground fighting off the group of walkers that seemed to be pouring out of some room.

First shooting the one closet to her Daryl started to fight through the walkers.

Carol had found her way back to her feet but he could tell something was wrong, she was limping.

Grabbing her arm he guided her through as more and more of the undead entered the room. They started running towards the exit doing whatever they could to get out of the now infested building.

Daryl turned around to shoot any nearby walkers. Taking out three he turned back just in time to get his shoulder smashed right into the side of the exit door.

Pain shot up his arm as the two made it back into the back alleys of the town. Daryl didn't know how this was happening. In a matter of ten minutes this small abandoned town turned into their worst nightmare.
"We have to get back to the car. We need to get out of here." Carol was breathing hard. When she first opened the door she didn't even realize what was happening. Before she knew it a walker was coming straight at her. She had fallen backwards and in the process twisted her ankle real bad. The only thing she could think of doing at the time was scream. Everything just happened in a blink of an eye.

They could hear the moans again.

Grabbing hold of his arm she pulled him to start running. Moving down the alleys trying their best to keep ahead of the now heard that had formed. Both were taking out the walkers they could, but with both injured their chances weren't looking high.

A body would drop, but so would their speed.

They finally made their way out of the alleys and back onto the main road.

Both of them were panting, each miserable from the pain they were enduring.

"Daryl." She breathed, "Were not going to make it to the car."

To their luck these walkers were particularly slow, but they weren't moving as swiftly as they normally would. Now that they were out of the alleys they had a moment to recollect themselves and to maybe even come up with some sort of a plan. Nothing though, was coming to mind.

His head was swarming. There was no way in hell he was losing her. So much was going wrong right now though. Carol could barely run with her ankle and she had run out of arrows awhile back. He on the other hand could run but could barely keep hold of his crossbow because of his shoulder.

Daryl looked to her unsure of what to do any more.
"I..We could.. damn it I don't know." His faith was slowly diminishing.

The panic in her face matched his. "Daryl, if we don't make it.. I mean if something happens, I want you to know that.."

"No. We aren't dying today." Looking around once more he found his eyes stopping on one particular building. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Then you gotta run just a bit farther."

Carol sighed. She would do the best she could.

"Ready?" he said once more, and with a nod of her head they were taking off in one direction.

She didn't know where he was going or what he was doing, but she trusted him. With each step pain shot through her entire body. There wasn't much fight left in her. If Daryl's plan didn't work, it was the end for both of them.

Daryl didn't know if this plan was full proof or not, but they had no other options. He was leading them to what looked to be an old bar. The windows were barricaded and from when they had done their quick swoop of the place he knew there was no walkers. All the chairs and tables could be used to block the doors, and if worse came to worse he saw an old wine cellar they could hide out in. It wasn't going to have the high protection of the prison, but it would due until the herd passed through.

He had practically taken the door down when they got to the building. Carol had recognized if from earlier.

"Quick, close the door and start propping whatever you can find against it. I'll get the back door."

Without even responding she started to move. Carol knew if they could get everything closed up they would make it through at least the night. After the door was barricaded she looked out the window through one of the cracks in the wood. The walkers had just started to flood the main streets. If they would have waited just a second later, they surely would have been doomed. Breathing a sigh of relief Carol took a moment to close her eyes and just breathe. They had done it. Together they had found a way out of what surely could have been death. Injured and all, they survived.

Daryl came from around back and they took a moment to look at each other. Each were covered in dirt, sweat and blood. Carol was obviously avoiding to put any weight on her right ankle while Daryl took hold of his shoulder.

Despite his shoulder he moved forward and brought Carol into a hug. He held her tight as if making sure she was actually there.

"You could have been killed." He whispered.

Carol looked up at him. To this day she still couldn't believe this was the same man she met at the quarry.

"But I wasn't, all thanks to you." She smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you Daryl. I would never have made it out of there if it wasn't for you."

She noticed his cheeks turn pink and chuckled a bit.

Stepping back she looked around the place.

"Well, I guess this is it for the night." Walking up to the bar she took a seat giving her ankle a well needed rest.

Daryl went around to the back of the bar and as soon as he did a giant smirk fell upon his face.

Picking up two bottles of what seemed to be whiskey he placed them on the bar.

"How bout a drink?"

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