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I'm your Princess in Shining Armor

I was walking through the woods my backpack hanging off my shoulders loosely and my machete clenched in my right hand. I was looking around for any threats, both living and dead, but it felt to quiet. As I continued to walk along a heard loud moans coming from an abandoned cabin. I looked from a far and watched as the dead pawed at the windows and door of the small cabin.

There must be someone in there that's alive and catching there attention. I continued watching and caught a glimpse of a man inside the cabin. I contemplated my options, I could just walk away and continue on my journey, or I could be a nice person and save him.

I sighed and decided to not fight my nice bone in my body. I took my pistol with a silencer out of my backpack and quickly loaded it. I quietly walked to a position where I could have a good aim. I got my sights on one at the closest window and fired. The peeling rotten dead guy fell to the floor and the others barely stopped their assault on the place. I took down a few more and there was only two left. I tucked in my waistband and took the last two out with my machete.

I looked around making sure the coast was really clear and knocked on the door of the house.

"Go away," I heard the man mumble.

"Is that how you treat someone who just helped you?" I asked.

The door creaked open and a rugged and dirty man glared at me with steely blue eyes. He looked me over holding a crossbow lightly in his hands. I saw a large gash in his arm and wondered if he was bitten.

"You're tiny," he said.

I glared at him and ignored the comment, "So were you bit?"

He looked down at his arm and said, "Nah, Scratched it on the desk when I pushed it up against the door."

"I can clean it and wrap it up for you," I said.

"I'm fine, you can leave," he said.

"Come on, it's almost dark, let me stay and I could dress your wound and make some food," I said.

He looked around and finally landed his eyes back on my face, "All right, fine."

I walked in and I helped him move the desk to the door, careful not to get any more injuries to take care of. I took out a small alcohol bottle I found in a house a few days ago and some bandage wraps. I got the man to sit on a chair and dabbed some alcohol into his wound.

He winced a bit and said, "Names Daryl."

I looked up at him and said, "I'm Timi."

I finished cleaning and dressing his wounds, then I made us some canned soup for dinner. We ate in silence and then we sat around keeping watch.

"Ya don't have a group, do you?" Daryl asked.

"No," I said looking over him.

"My group has a prison."

"Wow, that prison a few minutes away is your groups."

"Yeah, you've seen it?"

"Yeah, came across it a few times."

"Didn't want to come in?"

"Didn't think I'd be welcomed."

He nodded and said, "We're decent people, trying to help displaced survivors. Of course we keep our guards up on anyone who shows up, but if they seem trustworthy we'll give 'em a try."

"That's cool. I'd love to be a part of a group again. It's been a long time."

"What happened to 'em?"

"Got eaten. There was only ten of us, we were all college students who teamed up with each other. Then over the past few weeks since it started one by one we fell. Joseph my friend got scared he'd be next leaving me and this girl Lilly for ourselves. Lilly got sick during the winter and she died. I had to put her down because when I got back from getting supplies she was already turned."

"Sorry about that," he said.

"It's fine, we've all lost people," I said.

Daryl nodded and said, "I have to ask ya a few questions before I take ya with."

"Okay," I said.

"How many walkers have ya killed?"

"A lot."

"How many people have ya killed?"

"None."

He nodded and I said, "What's the last question?"

"If ya would have killed someone, I would have asked ya, why?"

"Oh, okay."

I fell asleep on the floor and Daryl kept watch the whole night. Thankfully no one or nothing came around and we were able to leave without any trouble. Daryl took me back to his group at the prison and it was wonderful. I think I'm going to like it here and I think I like my new friend too.