I found the deer on the floor, dead as could be. A biter was crouching over it, and I heard children in the distance. Oh god. Oh god. What should I do? Kill it so it doesn't hurt them? But then they'd see me and tell ther parents about the strange woman in the woods. They might mistake me for a biter, too - I surely didn't look my best, all covered in dirt and blood and wearing ripped clothes. I didn't want the people to know I was here, not until I had a way to prove to them I was a decent person that just wanted help, not to steal from them.
But before I got a chance to make up my mind, the kids were already coming through the bushes. I crouched down and hid behind a tree, hiding from them but watching them to make sure nothing bad was going on. The biter noticed the kids were there but continued eating the deer, too occupied with it's first meal to care about the next. The children saw the biter and squealed, running back in the direction they came.
"It happened again! We saw one!" they yelled towards the adults.
'Shit', I thought. 'They're gonna see me and think I deliberately let their kids near the biter. Oh god. Oh god.'
I didn't know what to do. I was hidden behind the tree but I couldn't be sure that they wouldn't see me. I crawled up into a ball, burying my face into my knees and clutching onto my legs. I was fed up. I was scared. I was pissed off with how I'd handled the situation in the first place and now I was gonna suffer. I could hear more shouting from the distance, this time deeper voices. I lifted up my head and peered over to the biter, hiding my face as much as I could. There were a few people there, mostly men but two women. Mostly men, but one of them, being Daryl.