Chapter Fourteen – Murder, play
Daryl heard her scream, as he snuck up on the other three. He was debating how to kill them. They started moving faster when they heard the scream too. The last one, the once closest to him he caught quickly, grabbing both sides of his head from behind, he yanked, snapping the man's neck. The man let out the loudest sigh Daryl had ever heard attracting unwanted attention.
The other two turned on him, his cross bow up he shot one. The man crumpled to the forest floor.
As the other ran at him he spoke "You no good son of a bitch, killing my brothers", they were on the ground, throwing punches. Daryl struggled to get free of him, he recognized the face but he didn't know from where. As the tossed and turned, he managed to free a hand and grasp his crossbow as the man on top of him began to choke him. He raised his crossbow once more, and fired an arrow straight into the man's head.
He looked around him. They were lifeless, but his side hurt. Where she had stitched him up was sore, and probably bleeding now. He surveyed the land scape. They were moving upward, towards the slope that he had sent Riley on. He gathered their guns and knives and moved up the hill.
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