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Chapter Twenty Two

It was only when she heard Daryl's voice that she stood and made her way over to him, her arms folded over her chest. The look on his face didn't give her much hope.

"We found him," Daryl stated bluntly, standing still a few feet in front of her, he took note of the dark circles beneath her eyes and the way she nervously fiddled with her blonde hair.

"Alive?" She asked, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.

"Not exactly," Daryl replied, removing his jacket and putting it around Lila's shoulders, she tensed beneath the gesture.

"Relax, good lord its only a jacket, you're half dead with the cold," Daryl hissed, frowning.
"What do you mean not exactly?"

"He was a walker, looked like his neck had been broken. Weren't no bites or scratches or nothin'. Told the group but we don't know what's goin' on, from what I can gather Shane's been lyin' about whatever went down in those woods."

"But he's dead?" Lila asked, the words catching in her throat.

"Killed him myself, told you I would."

"It doesn't change what you did to me," Lila replied, causing Daryl to lift his eyes to hers, "I trusted you, with my life and you used that to go against my back. Did you know they were planning this when we slept together?"

"Lila this shit went down for your own good! I told you I can't be runnin' around after you when there's things need doin'. I ain't your babysitter, woman."

"That isn't what I'm saying! If you'd asked me yourself to stay put at camp while you people did whatever you had to do with Randall, I would've listened to you." Her words seemed to strike Daryl, as his frown deepened in confusion.

"You seem to be under some impression that this is somethin'," He motioned his finger between himself and Lila as he spoke, "It ain't." He finalised, turning around and walking off, causing Lila to grab his jacket and run up to him, shoving him back so that he stumbled.

"Take your goddamn jacket," She threw it at him, tears falling from her eyes as the events of the day began to take their toll. "I don't wanna see you try to save me again, I'm so sorry you've been doing me favours all this time." Lila turned away, reaching her tent and grabbing all of her belonging, she began shoving them into her bag. She stared at the gun Daryl had given her a few weeks before, dropping it on the ground as she picked up her batons. Tying her hair into a pony tail and tightening the laces on her boots, she began to walk away from the camp.

Carol made her way over to Daryl, who was sharpening his knife with a rock on the outskirts of the yard, a frown embedded on his brow.

"Where's Lila going?" She asked, but Daryl barely looked up from what he was doing.

"Hell if I care," He grumbled in reply.

"Daryl…" Carol began to say, but he cut her off.

"You got no right to come over here askin' me stupid ass question, expectin' me to give a damn about her, about everyone. You're as bad as she is," Daryl hissed.

"She's gone Daryl," Carol said, and Daryl struggled to hold his composure, halting what he was doing for just a second before he continued, his guard immediately put up.

"Good," He replied "Get outta here, go on!" He shouted, causing Carol to flinch away from him, turning to make her way back towards the group.

It was as Lila was on the road away from camp that she heard it. It didn't sound like much, light footsteps and the brush of bushes and grass. But as she turned to stare towards the fields, squinting through the dark – she saw them, an entire hoard of walkers as they made their way towards the farmhouse. She couldn't decide what to do, for a split second she was confused and frightened. Yet her legs began to move, she sprinted back towards the farmhouse, it wasn't far, only about a half of a mile. But walkers were already gaining on her, having heard her heavy footsteps. She raised one of her batons and slammed it down against one of the walkers heads as she moved, dodging out of the way of some of the others. She seen Glenn first and began waving her hands in an attempt to get his attention.

"Glenn!" She screamed, tackling a walker as she went.
"Glenn, get everyone out of here!" Lila called, finally Glenn turned to see her, a panicked look on his face as he took note of the few walkers following her.

"The fields!" She screamed again as she got closer, his expression dropped when he turned to see the hoard of walkers in the distance, gaining on the farm.

"You need to get everyone into the vehicles, get all of the weapons, I'll warn everyone I see, try and fight off what I can, go!" Lila said as she reached him, Glenn ran to the farmhouse, yelling to the others as he did so.

"Daryl!" She shouted, moving towards his tent to find him gathering his things, his crossbow in hand.
"I know, take this," He replied, handing her the gun she had dropped earlier.

"You're gunna need it," His hand grazed hers momentarily as he passed her the weapon.

"Daryl, I…" She began.

"Ain't no time, tell me when you're not dead," Daryl replied, running off towards his truck, opening the doors for T-dog and Lori to climb in.

Lila loaded the gun and began to aim at the walkers making their way over the fences. Quickly things turned to chaos, there were gunshots and screaming and Lila couldn't think straight. She pointed the gun, taking down a couple of walkers, realising they were coming at her too fast, she turned towards the farmhouse. Hershel was out front, shooting them as best he could.

"Hershel get to the damn cars!" She screamed, gripping onto the drainpipe that clung to the house.

"My farm, I'll die with it!" He yelled back, "Get to safety!"

"Exactly what I'm doing," Lila mumbled to herself as she flung her way up the drainpipe, a walker clinging to her ankle as she pulled herself up, making a mental note of how much easier gymnastics had been when she was fourteen and not being chased by dead people.

She reached the roof and began shooting, finding that she could see where the shots were needed from a height. As the barn went up in flames and walkers overran the place, Lila struggled to keep her cool. Her eyes searched for people, she seen Carol backed into a corner and started shooting at the walkers surrounding her. Carol looked up in terrified thanks just as Daryl pulled up on his bike. He looked back to where the shots had come from, his brow furrowing as he realised who it was.

"Get your ass down here!" He yelled, his face red with anger, "Lila!" Daryl screamed again with urgency and Lila felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned only to be faced with a walker, she struggled with it for a second, it had trapped one of her arms in front of her as it attempted to get to her neck. She pressed her gun as best she could to its chest, propelling the walker backwards. She hadn't noticed as the roof beneath her feet started to crack, her balance wavered and her feet slipped from beneath her. She fell from the roof with a thud, leaving her confused on the ground. She fought off the walkers close to her, punching and kicking as best she could before she managed to get to her feet. A pain in her side brought her to a halt as she took note of the blood as it began to pour from the broken stitches of her last wound. The scent caught the attention of a few walkers and she seen no better option than to just run as fast as she could. She dodged past a few of the strays, holding a hand to her side.

"Get the hell on," Daryl's voice appeared, his bike coming to a halt in front of her. She climbed onto the back of the bike, turning herself around as she reloaded her gun, she held onto the railing at the back as they drove off. Lila aimed as best she could on the back of the bike, shooting the walkers that gained on them. But soon enough, she grew weak, the wound in her side soaking her top with blood. She watched through blurred vision as the farmhouse came crashing down, flames licking at the leftovers.