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I opened my eyes, finding myself alone in the tent. Great, hes gone off in the woods again, I thought. I changed my clothes and grabbed the pile of dirty laundry from the corner of the tent. I found Daryl sitting where I left him yesterday, only now he was carving sticks into arrows.
"Hi." I mumbled. He looked up at me with lost eyes and grunted. "Wonderful. Now I'm seeing an animal." I grumbled to myself as I walked away from him.
I took a seat beside Lori, taking the extra bucket to wash my clothes. I didn't say anything to her, but she didn't try to start a conversation either. Surprisingly, I didn't have much laundry to do since Daryl and I don't have much clothes. I scrubbed away the dirt and started to daydream. Daryl appeared in front of me, but we weren't at the farm. He was standing in front of an old looking cottage. His clothes were way cleaner than they had ever been since I met him and his face was softer.
Daryl smiled, actually smiled then walked into the cottage. I followed after him, looking everything as I passed. It smelled like fresh pine and earth. A clean smell. The rooms were all pretty empty for a few pieces of furniture. Daryl disappeared into a room at the end of the hall we'd been walking through. I walked through the door, taking in Daryl laying on the bed in only his pants. I shut the door behind me and started crossing the room. A cold arm wrapped around me and pain shot through my shoulder. I looked behind me as saw a walker chewing on a chunk of my flesh, the blood pouring down it's body. I looked down as my shoulder, watching the blood flow down my chest and back.
I looked to the bed, opening my mouth to yell for Daryl's help, when the grip on me disappeared and I fell to the ground. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't move. The walker that bit me was making it's way over to Daryl. He sat up at stared at me, not moving to get away from the walker. I tried to say "Daryl, move!", but all that came out was a gurgle as blood filled my mouth. The walker grabbed Daryl and lunged for his throat, tearing right through it. I watched as his blood spilt down his chest, staining everything in its path.
"SAM!" A rough voice yelled while a pair of strong hands shook my shoulders. I blinked my eyes and looked around. The whole group was gathered around me and Daryl was holding my shoulders. I let out a gasp and looked at my shoulder. Nothing.
"I- I'm okay." I stuttered, taking a shaky breath.
"What just happened?" Rick ask from beside Daryl.
"I was, uh, day dreaming. Nothing to worry about." I said
A few people shook their heads, but everyone went back to what they were doing. I took a deep breath and picked up the laundry, which I had already finished while I was out of it. Daryl was still standing there, watching me cautiously as I hung the laundry on the line. We walked back to our tent in silence, taking a peach from Glenn as we passed him. I took a seat on the ground, examining the peach before taking a big bite.
"So what the hell was that back there? Ya jus' drop everythin' and stare into space." Daryl asked.
"I started day dreaming, and it was a bad one." I shrugged, remembering how real it felt.
"What happened?" He pushed.
"Well, we were at some cottage and I followed you into a room, but a walker got me and I was paralysed. I watched it walk over to you and you didn't move or anything, you just watched me as it ripped out your throat." I answered quietly.
"That ain't gonna happen. Ever." Daryl said sternly before pulling me into a hug.