You Keep Me Going

Chapter 2: Acceptance

I can type really fast if I posted the first chapter ten minutes ago and then already write the second chapter and post it. Don't be surprised, because this is pre-written. How do y'all like the story so far? Reviews will be great ^ w ^

I do not own The Walking Dead! Enjoy! Kthxbai -zooms-

"Why did you come back?" Daryl stopped walking. I stopped in my tracks, and the man turned more to face me. I was just standing there, waiting for his answer.

"To give you a chance," Daryl said to me.

"What chance?" I asked. There was a short silence.

"Just a chance." He turned and started to walk again. I followed and readjusted my arms for Ella. We turned and started to walk on the highway that led out of the neighborhood I lived in. It's been a long while since I walked down this highway. I've just been living off of the local stores and abandoned restaurants, so I didn't have to return down this way much. I remembered running down this highway. I was still running from my last group. I stole from them and killed some of its men. I had no idea how close they were to me. I still don't know now. We walked for about an hour until I saw a Target sign. I remembered the general area being a shopping plaza. There were all sorts of stores here and there. Only a few tiny clusters of walkers were near a few stores, but they didn't seem to notice us when we walked by. In the direction we were heading in, there was a large building that looked like a community center. There was even one of those fenced in water parks outside of it. It looked run down and dirty. There were dead bodies and broken cars scattered about the parking lot.

"Is this your goal you mentioned earlier?" I asked as I looked at the sign that was towering over the entrance of the parking lot. The sign was broken and only the word 'Family' could be seen, and even that was barely there.

"Sort of," I heard Daryl say. He led me to the main entrance of the building. As we were walking, I could have sworn I saw someone in one of the second story windows, but it was probably a Walker, and the figure just left. "Just stay out here for a bit, okay?" he said as we stopped in front of two large doors. The glass was boarded up, so I couldn't see inside. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Um...why?" I asked sternly. Before I could ask anything else, Daryl raised his hand.

"Just wait here, okay?" He opened the door.

"Daryl, you can't-," but he cut me off.

"Wait here!" he snapped and walked into the building so fast that I wasn't able to catch the closing door with my foot. As soon as I tried to pull the door with one hand, it was locked, as well as the other door.

"Daryl! What the hell?!" I yelled in anger. I knelt down and put Ella inside my backpack. "Sorry, Ella, this will be for a short while." I zipped up the bag, and I could hear her meowing in agony. I stood up and placed the slightly heavier bag on my back. I heard snarling and turned. A small herd of walkers were coming my way from the parking lot entrance. "Shit." I could have fought them off, but I didn't want to risk attracting more. I started to run, and I was searching for a way inside. I saw a side door. Like the entrance, it was boarded up and locked. I picked up a nearby iron pipe and tried to pry one of the boards off to break the glass. "Fuck!" I pulled the pipe out. I turned and was face to face with a walker. It pushed me down, and I was pushing it back with the pipe as it tried to bite me. I quickly pushed the pipe into the walker's mouth and pushed it to the side. I got up and slammed the end of the pipe into its eye. I pulled it out and a trail of blood and brain flew out with it. I ran around the rest of the building. All of the doors were locked.

"I don't fucking believe this," I mumbled. I walked to the front of the building, and about thirty walkers were there in the parking lot. One of them saw me and snarled loudly, catching the attention of a few others. I quickly turned and ran to the back of the building, panicking for an entrance. I could have run away, but another group of walkers was seen in the distance. I ran into a small alley and found a ladder that led to the roof. I started to climb the rusty thing. It creaked for every move I made. When I was halfway up the ladder, it gave way and I fell. I turned my body at the last second so I could land on my stomach and not on my back. I got up and nearly screamed at the immense pain I was experiencing. I looked up and the ladder was broken. Pieces of it were on the ground and the portion of the ladder that stay intact was far beyond my reach. But the holding was still there. I turned as I heard a snarl. There was no walker, but it was close. I strapped the pipe onto my bag, adding it to my inventory of melee weapons. I then wedged myself in the corner with my bag towards where the walls met and place my hands and feet on the walls. I started to climb my way up the corner like a spider. A walker appeared in the entrance of the alley, and it looked hungrily at me as it limped towards me. "Shit!" I could feel Ella squirm, and she was making me lose my grip. I only had one shot to jump to the holding and climb the rest of the ladder. More walkers filed in, so if I missed, I'm screwed. I grabbed onto the jutting edges of the bricked walls and pushed off with my legs. I grabbed the holding and reached my hand towards the steps of the ladder. I smiled with victory as I climbed and walked onto the roof.

I walked towards the front of the building, and the walkers in the parking lot were just roaming back and forth in all directions. They seemed to have forgotten me, and that was good. I looked to the side and saw a door to, hopefully, an enclosed stairwell. "Please, don't be locked," I said to myself. I approached the door and turned the knob. It made a rustic click but the door wouldn't open. I pulled and pushed but nothing would budge. "Come on!" I yelled. I began searching around and I found a small toolbox. I opened it and a fillip's head screwdriver was in it along with some more junk. I took it and ran back to the door. I tried to unscrew the hinges on the door, but they were rusted in place.

I repeatedly cursed. I decided to do the same thing I did when I first got into my house. I wedged the point of the screwdriver into the side of the door, and I shimmied the screwdriver while turning the knob. With one powerful push, the door broke open, along with the screwdriver. An old rusty smell came from within. I closed the door as I entered the stairwell. Only a tiny beam of light shined through the small window of the little building. I walked down the stairs, and I was soon engulfed in darkness. I managed to find a door and opened it slowly to the second floor of the building. I sighed with relief. I started to make my around the area to find Daryl and have a talk with him. I was pissed. He shouldn't have left me outside. I don't care if he started to yell at me, but I know that I'll be yelling at him.

"-the girl!" I heard a familiar voice yell out. It sounded far and faint.

"She had to run! You left her no choice but to, Daryl!" I heard another voice. "You can't just leave a little girl out there with that herd coming!" The voice became inaudible as yelling from multiple people was heard. I sneaked to what seemed to be the lobby of the community center, and I knelt as I crawled to the railing to find a large gathering of people. I counted fifteen of them. In front of them were Daryl and a guy with brown shaggy hair and a beard. Daryl lied to me. He had a group.

"Well, I didn't know that herd was gonna show up!" Daryl yelled.

"We have to look for her," a boy with a sheriff's hat said.

"How do we know she's here?" an Asian guy asked. Daryl walked over to a table and picked up his crossbow and he loaded an arrow.

"Don't know, but I'm searching the damn area," Daryl said. He had a really serious look on his face, and that loaded arrow was probably for me.

"Don't go killing her," the shaggy-haired bearded man said, raising a hand trying to calm the man.

"I'm not gonna kill her," Daryl said walking away, "I'm just gonna shoot her leg." He walked through a door and he was gone. The bearded man looked at the group.

"Everyone else search the perimeter. Beth," he said to a young blonde woman holding a baby, "take Judith back to your room and stay put. Maggie, you go with her."

"Yes, sir," the blonde said quickly. Another young woman with short brown hair nodded and followed the girl out of the lobby. The crowd dispersed with weapons in their hands. Before the boy and an old woman left, the shaggy-haired bearded man stopped them.

"Carl, Carol," I heard the man mumble, "You guys stay here and block the door. Daryl could have brought in a threat."

"Okay dad," the little boy, probably Carl, said as the other woman, which I assumed was Carol, nodded. The father left, leaving the two alone guarding the exit. I backed away from the railing and crawled to another room. I got up and took out my iron pipe.

I have to get out of here, I thought to myself. I didn't know the reason why Daryl didn't tell me he had a group, but now they are looking for me. I only had a few bullets with my gun and my bat wouldn't last long in a fight. My knife could only do so much, and I didn't want to kill anyone at the moment.

"She's in the building!" I heard a woman's voice in the hallway. I ducked behind a counter in the corner of the room I was in.

"How do you know?" another voice said, a man.

"The door to the stairwell on the roof- the lock is broke. She has to be here! I posted Tyresse and Glenn to guard the other entrances and Bob and Sasha are on the roof."

"How do you know she didn't leave already?"

"All of the entrances are locked and guarded, and why would she come in here just to leave immediately?" the woman said. So I could not die. "There's no way she could have left."

"We'll keep searching then," the man said. I heard someone walk away and someone walk into the room I was in. I heard the person moving stuff around. The footsteps were getting closer. I tightened my grip on my pipe. The shaggy-haired guy approached the corner where I was hiding. I sprang up with my legs and jumped the counter as I ran from the room. "Hey!" the man yelled. He caught up to me and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I elbowed him in the nose, and I slipped out to run. I ran through the hallway, and a girl with a short brown ponytail ran out of a room. I bashed into her, and we both fell to the ground. I heard Ella yelp from my bag.

"Was that a cat?!" the girl asked. I took the opportunity of the confusion and got up to run, but the woman grabbed my leg, and I fell down again. I kicked her head, and she yelled as she let go. I got up again and ran. I flinched as a bullet hit the wall next to me, but I kept running.

"Don't shoot her!" I heard the man yell from behind me. I ran into an exercise room and turned sharply to another door that led to the hallway again.

"She went through here!"

"Fuck," I said. I kept running and ended up running inside an office area. I closed the door, locked it, and pushed a really heavy and large desk in front of it. Someone was banging on the door.

"Shit, she locked it!" a woman said. There had to be another door to somewhere from this place. I looked all over. I finally found one.

"Yes," I yelled out, but when I opened it, it turned out to be a closet. I looked up, and there was a large vent on the ceiling of the closet. It seemed cliché, but I had no other choice. I grabbed a chair and brought it inside the closet. I got up on the chair and tried to unscrew the vent with my pocket knife. No use. The people were still trying to get the door open.

"Fuck it," I heard a man yell out. I heard a gunshot. I heard the door open a bit, but then it stopped when it hit the desk. The man yelled out, and the voice sounded more clearly. The sound of the desk scraping against the ground meant that the person was pushing the door open.

I put my knife away in my pocket and pulled out my gun. I shot two corners of the vent, and I pried the rest open. I put my gun back in my bag and climbed in the vent. My ears were ringing and were in pain, but as I crawled through the air ducts, I heard the yelling of a man as he entered the room.

I pulled out a small flashlight from my satchel and turned it on. The light hurt my eyes, and I kept crawling. When I crawled to the first vent I saw, I unlatched it and climbed down into a locker room. I found a door and opened it, turning off my flashlight and placing it back in my satchel. I walked into a stairwell. I kept walking downstairs until I came inside a room that led to the indoor pool of the building. I was in the back of the building. I entered the room with the pool and saw an exit sign on the other side as a smell of chlorine hit my nose.

"Alright," I said as I ran to the door, but when I tried to open the door, it was locked, as stated by one of the women. "Fuck," I said as I punched the door. I took a step back and pulled out my gun. I aimed at one of the glass panels of the door and shot it, making my ears ring again and making a spider web of cracks on the glass. I kicked the panel and it fell to pieces. I climbed through it, and I was in the fenced in outdoor pool. The water was filthy and the large slide was covered in mold. Trash was everywhere and there was an empty concession bar beside me. I began running to the fence to jump it but something grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me down. I twisted to land on my side so I wouldn't crush Ella, who was thrashing about in my backpack. I looked up to find Daryl's crossbow pointed at my head. A buff looking black man made me stand up and he took off my bags as the shaggy-haired man took my gun and handcuffed me behind my back. I looked at Daryl menacingly.

"You're lucky I was disobedient enough to leave the parking lot, y' dick," I barked.

"It wasn't my fucking fault that herd came over because of yer' goddamn yelling!" he yelled and walked up into my face.

"I didn't have to yell if you'd just let me the fuck in!" The man who handcuffed me pulled me back away from Daryl.

"Stop yelling, both of you!" he commanded through clenched teeth like a mother ordering her two children to stop fighting. I looked at the man's face, and his nose was slightly swollen with blood splattered across his mouth from when I elbowed his nose. "We don't need any more attention." The black man grabbed my bags and started to walk back inside.

"Be careful with the bags! There's a cat in one of them," I yelled to the man. He turned to give me a confused look. He opened the backpack slightly, and Ella's head popped up with her ears slanted back. The man gave me one last look before he walked through the door I broke open back into the building. Daryl walked passed me. He gave me the stink eye as I stuck my tongue out on him. The other man pushed me forward to walk. The two of us followed Daryl inside. We walked through a small hallway and entered the lobby, which had an eating area to the left and more exercise equipment to the right.

"Daryl, bring this girl to the utility closet and watch her. Make sure she doesn't elbow you or something," the shaggy-haired man said, clearly pointing out the fact that I hit his nose. He took out some keys and tossed them to Daryl.

"Alright," he said gruffly. Daryl grabbed the back of my shirt and he led me to the utility closet, which is what I guess his group used as a prison hold. "Hold on," he said. We both stopped walking and he tried to put his hand in my right pocket. I flinched and fell backwards.

"What the hell?!" I yelled, blushing a lot. Daryl chuckled.

"Don't flatter yourself, princess," he smirked. He could tell I was pissed about the name he just called me by the expression on my face. He knelt beside me and grabbed the back of my shirt again. "I know where you keep your knife." Daryl put his hand inside my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife. He slid it across the floor to the shaggy-haired man's feet. Daryl helped me up and continued to lead me to the closet.

Daryl used the keys to unlock a large door. He opened it and pushed me inside. He turned on a lantern, which glowed softly. "I'll come get you once we have settled things here," he said plainly. I just narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a group?" I asked. Daryl scoffed.

"I'm just trying to protect people here," he answered. He was closing the door quickly, and I placed my foot right between the entrance and the closing door. A pop was heard as I winced in pain when the door slammed against my foot.

"We weren't done talking!" I yelled, "If you wanted to protect people, why did you bring me here only to have your group see me as a potential threat?!" Daryl stomped on my toes, and, after a crack was heard, I pulled back, and he slammed the door and locked it. "You dick! Answer me!" I yelled even louder. I heard him walking away and whistling. I screamed out his name, and I was slamming my shoulders against the door. "I knew I should have smacked that bat harder against your head, you fucking asshole!" I turned around and leaned my back against the door. The lantern gave very little light. There was a broken water heater, a smelly mop, and a few shelves of cleaning stuff. I looked up. There was a vent, but a very small one. Even if it was big, there were no tools or anything to take it down. When my eyes adjusted more to the light, there was a large spot of splattered blood and a gunshot hole on the wall. The blood smelled and looked old. I didn't know how long these people were here, so they could have shot someone in here long ago. I slid down against the door until I hit the ground. "Why the fuck did I say yes?" I asked myself. Why did I say yes to Daryl? Why did I go with him? I guess I knew my answer, because I remembered what I told Daryl yesterday.

"For a selfish reason. I didn't want to be alone...," I recalled saying to him. I came with him for that reason. I didn't want to be alone, yet I was alone at the moment. I looked around the closet again. I didn't even have to move my head. I just looked with my eyes. I pulled my knees up and rested my forehead on them. I began to cry. "I'm such an idiot," I sniveled quietly, "A fucking idiot." I only felt a few tears come out. After that, I stopped crying. I had no reason to cry. I got into this mess on my own terms, and I shouldn't cry for it.

I was in the closet for about two hours now. I would drift off to sleep every now and then only to jolt right awake. I would hear someone yell around the same time, but then it would quiet down right after that. After what seemed to be thirty minutes later, I just started to repeatedly tap the back of my head against the door. I heard talking and footsteps approaching the door. I quickly got up on my knees and stood up. I heard unlocking, and the door opened as I turned. The shaggy-haired man was looking at me, and he motioned me to come out. I walked out with caution and the Asian man and the little boy were standing there, the little boy aiming his gun at me. He was slightly shorter than me and seemed to be my age.

"Carl, lower the gun," the man behind me said in a slightly southern accent. The kid groaned and lowered his gun. "She should not be a threat to us anymore." I turned to him.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked sternly, "You're not gonna kill me, are you?" The shaggy-haired man sighed.

"Our group doesn't go that low to killing strangers who are kids," he said calmly. That made me feel better, but I still felt a bit uneasy.

"Don't worry, kid," a voice said. I turned to see that the Asian was talking to me. His voice sounded higher than the boy, who I recalled was Carl. "We won't do anything," he smiled, and I returned a small one.

"Yet," Carl stated. I shot him a look, and his eyes glared.

"Carl," the shaggy-haired man snapped. He walked in front of me. His nose looked better. "We won't," he reassured me.

"But, still, don't do anything stupid," the Asian man said.

"Yeah," the shaggy-haired man agreed. "Follow me." He started to walk and I followed behind him with the others trailing behind me. I turned a bit at one point. The Asian man smiled while Carl just gave me a bad look.

"Nice hat, Woody," I said out loud, addressing Carl. The two men laughed a bit. I heard the boy sputter his lip.

"Thanks," he said. The shaggy-haired man led me to the eating area in the lobby. The large group I saw earlier was there. They all looked at us as we entered the area. Daryl was leaning against the wall eating an apple with one hand and holding his crossbow in the other hand. I gave him a look of anger, and he looked away. We stopped and the shaggy-haired man took off the handcuffs, and I rubbed my wrists. The man held out his hand.

"I'm Rick," he said, and I shook his hand. "That's my son, Carl, and that's Glenn," he pointed to the Asian man, who waved, "his wife Maggie," he pointed to the girl with short brown hair, "her sister Beth and my daughter, Judith, the one she's carrying." The sisters nodded their head, and the baby looked at me with wide eyes. "That's Tara, Sasha, Rosita," he pointed at the girl I kicked in the head, the one with the small ponytail, a slightly dark skinned girl, and a woman with long pigtails sticking out of her hat, "Michonne," he addressed a black woman who was holding Ella.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," I replied and she gave me a reassuring smile.

"That's Tyresse and Bob," he pointed to the buff black man who took my stuff and a skinnier black man, who had a black eye for some reason, "Abraham, Eugene, and Carol," he finished off with a ginger, a guy with a mullet, and a woman with short gray hair, the one who was guarding the front door with Carl earlier . "You already know Daryl," Rick said quietly in my ear. I sputtered my lip. "Everyone, this is Becca." I got nods, waves, and greetings. "Welcome to the group, kid," he patted my shoulder and walked away. Carol was the first to walk up to me.

"Come with me, sweetie," she spoke in the most relaxing voice I've heard in years, "I fixed you and your cat some food." I smiled and followed her to one of the tables. She passed me a plate with bread and a small chunk of beef.

"Thank you," I said kindly. She smiled and walked away. I took a small bite out of the bread, and Michonne walked up and sat across from me, still holding Ella.

"You're cat is a sweetie," she said to me, "She likes to play with my hair." I chuckled. I leaned over a bit to scratch Ella with my finger. She lightly bit my finger before I returned eating. "Did she really bite Daryl?" she asked me quietly. I nodded.

"Yeah." Michonne playfully scoffed.

"He's more of a squirrel man," she said.

"Why?" I smiled.

"He's a hunter. He can track down squirrels, rabbits, deer," she paused a bit to think, "Man."

"A crossbow is a good weapon. Nice and quiet," I said. I turned my head to see if Daryl heard my compliment. He looked in the other direction as soon as he saw me. I chuckled and looked at the girl I kicked in the head. I got up and walked towards her.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," I said awkwardly, "Look, I'm really sorry my foot kissed your head." She chuckled and waved her hand.

"It's okay. You didn't do any damage," she smiled. I smiled back. I haven't smiled this much in a long time. Tara held her fist up. "Pound it." I pounded her fist, both of us doing that hand explosion thing in the end. I sat back down across Michonne and continued eating. We had a ten minute conversation about cats. After I finished eating, I brought my plate to a small wash tub Carol led me to, and I went about my day. The afternoon sun was shining through the top windows, and I felt warm and safe.

"Hey, Becca," I heard Rick call out. I went to him, and Tyresse was standing beside him, holding my bags. He gave them to me, and I put them on.

"Thanks," I said to him.

"You're welcome," he said in a deep voice. "All of you're stuff should be in there."

"Yo, Ty, come over here and help me with this game," a man who I remembered was Bob yelled out from the eating area. He was playing a card game with Michonne and Rosita with Abraham and Mullet Guy watching them.

"Be right there," he yelled out, "See you around, Bec," Tyresse said to me before walking off.

"Bob sucks at poker," Rick said. "Anyway, follow me. I'll show you where you can sleep for now." I nodded and I followed him up the stairs to the second floor. We turned into a hallway and he opened a door to a small lounge. There was a couch, a small table in front of the couch, another table with some chairs in the corner, an entertainment center with a TV with a hole in it, and a few other things like fake plants, books, pictures of nature, ect.. There was a small window with closed curtains, which lit up the room a bit, and there were scattered unlit candles. I entered and it felt like I was in a dorm for college. I turned to Rick.

"Hey, thanks for accepting me into your group," I said. Rick smiled.

"Your welcome." I put my bags on the couch.

"Let's see...I knocked Daryl out, attracted a herd of walkers, broke into your group's building, elbowed you in the nose, kicked Tara in the head, and broke one of your doors with a gunshot that probably attracted more walkers, yet you still let me stay with you guys. Why did y'all accept me?" I asked. I really was wondering.

"Well, for starters, you took care of Daryl after you knocked him out. You should consider yourself lucky. If you weren't a kid, he probably would have attacked you, tied up or not. Hell, he could have killed you." I chuckled a bit.

"Tied up or knot," I said, emphasizing the last word. Rick looked down and shook his head as he groaned.

"God, that was awful," he chuckled. He looked back at me. "Daryl said he came back for you."

"Yeah," I said.

"Do you know why?" I shrugged.

"He wanted to give me a chance. That's what he told me," I answered.

"Do you know what that chance was?" I shook my head. "He told us he brought you here to redeem yourself." I gave him a confused expression.

"Redeem myself? From what?" Rick directed me to the couch, and we both sat down.

"He told us about your experiences with your previous groups," Rick said calmly. I looked down a bit. "He told us that you didn't really trust groups, but he also told us the reason why you joined them." I looked into Rick's eyes. He gave me a look. "I'm sure you know the answer."

"Yeah," I groaned, "I didn't want to be alone, but I didn't know he had a group beforehand!" Rick widened his eyes a bit from my sudden outburst. I cleared my throat and apologized. Rick patted my shoulder.

"Someone like Daryl wouldn't just tell anyone he had a group," Rick said as he got up. "He doesn't trust a lot of people." He began walking out of the lounge.

"Do you trust me?" I asked solemnly. The man stopped and turned to look at me.

"For now...yeah," he said walking into the hallway towards the back of the building. After he left, I took my gun out from my satchel. It was a standard .22 caliber pistol. I had it since the outbreak started. I rarely used it, but it was old. I took out the magazine and removed the bullets. I counted three. I groaned to the fact that I wasted three bullets trying to escape, and I began to disassemble and clean up parts of my gun with an old rag. I heard knocking. I looked up to find Daryl standing in the doorway, his blue eyes looking dull this time.

"Hey," he said. I jutted my chin and continued to clean my gun. I saw his hand place my pocket knife he took from me on the table. "Thought I'd give it back." I put down one part of the gun and picked up another to clean.

"Thanks," I said plainly.

"I sharpened it. It was pretty dull."

"Thanks," I said the same way before. There was a long silence. I thought he was gone, but when I grabbed another part of my gun, I saw him through the corner of my eye. "I thought you were going to shoot my leg with your crossbow." I started putting my gun together. I heard him scoff.

"I should've when I had the damn chance," he said in his scratchy voice, "If Tyresse didn't grab ya first, I would've taken you down myself." I placed the loaded magazine back into the gun and placed the firearm on the other side of the table. I looked at the hunter.

"You still could have y'know," I said. "You had that thing right in my face. All you had to do was pull the trigger." Daryl shook his head.

"I said I wanted to take you down, not fuckin' kill ya," he nearly yelled. I got up and walked up to his face again. Well, sort of. I had to tilt my head way back to look at his eyes.

"But you still could have taken me down like you wanted!" I yelled back. Daryl pushed me hard, and I fell on the floor, hitting the side of my head on the table.

"There!" he yelled, "I took you down!" Trying to ignore the pulsing on the side of my head, I stood up, and he walked out. I heard him cursing until I heard a door slam, and all was silent. I slammed my door and leaned my back against it.

"Asshole," I mumbled. I rubbed the pulsing area with my hand as the pain actually started to kick in. I laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. I started to hear yelling down the hall. My name was mention a few times. It was probably Daryl and some other poor bastard that's with him. A few minutes of this passed and things started to quiet down. No one else came to my door. At one point, someone opened the door just enough to let Ella in. She jumped onto the small table and began grooming herself. I didn't want to get up, and I definitely didn't want to go back out knowing that I might bump into Daryl or get a scolding from Rick. The pain started to take the best of me, and I passed out.

To be continued...