This started out as a role play between myself (gunslingerdixon) and my Carol rp partner untapdtreasure (nolongeraxburden), and it was mutually decided upon to share with the rest of FF as a fanfiction. So here it is! Enjoy!

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Daryl:

His eyes were scanning all over the place looking for something that they could utilize to siphon gas out— if there was any to be had. That was always the one drawback. If there was any left. Always the keyword being: if. They continued to press forward, moving about the parking lot at a relatively slow pace. Cautious. Crossbow drawn, finger hovering about the trigger as he swiveled his body looking around cars and over their roofs.

They could never be too careful. Could never leave their guards down for more than a moments notice. Anything could happen and if they weren't ready— it was game over.

When Daryl felt the tapping of her fingers at her shoulder, he angled his head just so and followed where she was pointing. Giving her a nod at the coil of water-hose that she spied, Daryl followed on soft footfalls right behind her. So far from what he could tell the area was rather deserted. There was no real semblance of any walkers having been there in a while, but one couldn't be too sure and so he crept along with his crossbow aimed high.

Stalking close behind they came to the hose and she turned to look at him, placid smile on her lips. Dropping his crossbow down, Daryl arched a brow in piqued curiosity taking a small step back. Cocking his head to glance at the building they stood beside, he shrugged his shoulders listlessly before squinting a little at the reflection of the sunlight glared harshly at him. "Maybe— I'll go look." He remarked taking a few long-legged strides towards the window.

Rubbing the side of his fist along the dust-caked window, he tried peering through the dirty window, but couldn't really see much through the muck. Growling contentiously at the lack of sight, Daryl immediately brought his fist against the pane several times. Pausing. The waiting. He heard a slight shuffle coming from within. Bobbing his head, he brought his hand to the whiskers of his chin trying to listen intently to hear how many were lurking within.

There were no muffled groans from what he could hear nor hissing that was undoubtedly walkers inside. So it had him curious whatever was inside. "Ain't no walker in there." He mumbled continuing to watch the window for a few more seconds. When no congealed bloodied hands came pawing at the window, Daryl dropped his hand and drew his crossbow up. Making his way to the front of the building, he jiggled the handle, when it didn't budge he took a step back and kicked open the door.

It swung open, splinters falling to the ground from the broken door jamb. Taking a cautious step forward, he crept inside the building. He held his breath as he proceeded to make his way inside unsure of whatever was lurking within. There was a scuttle coming from a corner and immediately he stalked closer to the sound. At the counter there were several rats scuttling about taking off in different directions. He grumbled in irritation before dropping his bow, slinging it across his back and drawing his knife.

If there was anything inside he'd get it before it got him.

Carol's POV:

Carol bent next to the coil of hose, intent on section off a good size length to use a siphon. She narrowed her eyes at bit as she followed Daryl's easy stride to the grimy window, watching as he rubbed his fist around in a circular motion and then watched as he peered inside. She tilted her head and then made herself focus on the task at hand. Last thing they needed was for her to slice herself up in the process.

She managed to get the hose cut in two and then folded the cut section in half as she moved to follow him to where he stood outside the abandoned gas station. She kept her ears and eyes on full alert. She heard his knuckles as they rapped on the thick pane of dirty glass. From the growl he emitted, she was certain he didn't like that he couldn't make heads or tails of what was inside.

She stepped closer, faster, ready to back him up when the time came. "Think its some kind of animal? Surely, if anyone was in there, they'd make themselves known." But she knew what it was like to be scared. They might just hope that they'd go away and leave the station alone. She jumped a little when he kicked in the door. It had been expected, but she hadn't expected it to be so loud.

She gripped her knife tighter, knowing her gun was within reach if she had any need for it. She watched as moved into the station and out of her line of vision. She took a steadying breath. She quickened her step. She stepped over the splintered wood as it had fallen to the ground and let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting inside. She about squealed when a rat made its way toward her and scampered over her foot and into the sunlight just beyond the door. She clamped her hand to her mouth.

"Jesus," she breathed out, sucking in several deep breaths and letting them out slowly. Her eyes panned around, finding Daryl, crossbow on his back and knife in hand. "Have you found anything?" Her voice was but a soft hiss. She slowly crept toward him, eyes on the ground for any other rodents that might want to scare the life out of her today.

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*Note: This is also not 100% written by myself. I owe a lot of credit to my wonderful partner as she is Carol and does a phenomenal job. Send her some love too at untapdtreasure here at FF!