Part 2
As the tricked out military hummer rumbled into the center of a small forgotten Georgian town, Michonne did her final supply check. She exchanged a glance with Glenn as the hummer came to a jerky halt. Daryl's bike could be heard driving up from behind them but she could also hear the tell-tale snarling of a sizable riled up pack of walkers.
"Hold on to something guys!" Rick yelled as he whipped the hummer into the side street between the grocery store and pharmacy.
In the past few months the group had become a sort of resource team and often went on runs together when the gun power could be spared. After the last few runs they had gotten the art of clearing out small to moderate sized areas down to a science. The minute their vehicles were parked Rick, Michonne and Glenn hopped out of the hummer followed by Daryl who had stashed his bike and they began to secure the area.
When they had pulled up they had run right into a herd of walkers that appeared to be passing through the town. The guys started with securing the outside of a building they planned to raid while Michonne went to start taking the walkers out that were coming from the direction of the grocery store. As she made her way toward the front door she heard one of Daryl's arrows crash through the front window followed by a very distinct cry of pain. Although every run is different, walkers are predictable. Usually, if they are all trying to get to the same place there is a reason. More often than not it's because someone is in trouble. One thing is sure though, walkers don't make noise besides gurgles, snarls and moans and they definitely don't yell in pain. She knew what she had heard, and she knew someone was inside that store. As much as she hated it, even after everything, she still couldn't listen to someone fall to the walkers without at least trying to help.
She had made her way into the store just in time to see a gore covered woman viciously brain a walker before slumping to the floor. Another walker was clawing its way to her and just about close enough to take a bite. With no time to act Michonne swung her Katana with full force and split the head of the walker in two. The woman was now obviously unconscious and with the felled walker on top of her, Michonne figured the woman was about as safe as she was going to get for the moment. She then went about clearing out the rest of the aisles before going back to check on the woman.
"Guys! Over here!" Michonne yelled to the others as she pushed the rot riddled body of a walker off the unconscious figure underneath.
It took just over a minute for the guys to finish off the last stragglers outside and make their way into the now quiet grocery store. She was just putting a wadded up jacked under the girls head when they came into view.
"Who is that?" Glenn said with a weary expression.
"Donno. I found her just before a walker could get her. Looks to me like she got hit by one of Daryl's arrows," she said while standing and throwing Daryl a reproachful look, "but at least I can't find any bites. Seems like she was managing to hold her own before we got here."
Daryl just shrugged and moved to take his arrow from the girls' leg but was stopped with a touch of Ricks hand on his arm. "Careful, we're going to want to keep that in there until we can get Hershel to take a look at it. If we take it out now she could bleed out."
No one objected to the obvious necessity to get the girl medical attention. Daryl grumbled but didn't argue. Instead he scooped the unconscious figure up and, as gingerly as possible, made his way with her to the Hummer. As he set her down in the back seat and laid a random piece of cloth over her, she let out an agonized moan. She was thin and the elements had definitely given her a beating. Besides the arrow in her leg, she also had a pretty gnarly gash across her nose. It appeared to be a few days old by the looks of the raw pink edges and the surrounding puffiness.
'She mighta taken her licks but she's a fighter for sure' he thought 'at the very least she has something keepin' her going'. The thick layer of blood and grime covering her from head to toe was a testament to that. He waited another moment to see if she would wake up but other than her moan of pain he saw no signs of consciousness. He locked the doors and made his way in to help the rest of the team finish up.
It took them no more than ten minutes to strip the small store of anything that could be considered of value and load their loot in the trunk of the hummer. Rick and Michonne took the front while Glenn offered to sit in the back with the Jane Doe. With Daryl leading the ride back on his bike, the group made their way back to Cell Block C where the rest of the group was surely waiting in anticipation.