Hey everyone! Just wanted to say thanks again, because I can't help being insanely grateful.
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Daryl aimed his crossbow at the door as Carol quietly unlatched the one flimsy lock, she slowly pulled open the door and Daryl moved back inside the bar, he fired his crossbow into a still Walker directly in front of him and flinched as Carol moved forward to vanquish another with her too-small knife.
She smiled a satisfied smile as the dead weight of the Walker crumbled to the floor at her feet; she stepped over it and craned her neck to see out of the back window, she couldn't see another Walker. "Clear." She whispered.
Daryl made his way over to the corpse of the once-was-man-once-was-Walker and retrieved his arrow, "This way too." He pointed out before making his way over to where Carol stood. "We should get goin'."
Carol nodded in agreement and slowly pulled her knife from the corpse's skull.
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Daryl's attention was never far from Carol at the best of times, but, knowing that they could be walking into a herd of Walkers at anytime made him feel even more protective. He hated that she had to live in a world filled with monsters, Carol deserved much more than that...
"Are we foragin' for supplies or are we gettin' fuel and gettin' gone?" Carol asked pulling him from his reverie.
Daryl thought for a few seconds before shaking his head, "It's not safe out here, not right now. We should get back."
Carol nodded once in complete agreement as they walked down the road towards a bunch of abandoned cars, Daryl checked the surrounding foliage for Walkers and, when he was satisfied that they were safe for the moment, he began siphoning gas from the first car.
Carol pressed her behind against the cars bonnet and surveyed the surrounding area, she noted a Walker ambling towards them, ragged chunks of rotting flesh hanging from broken contorted bones, a truly horrific sight for anyone. "Daryl..." She began.
Daryl lifted his head and peered in the direction Carol was looking, 4 Walkers were making their way over to them both. "Stay here." Daryl ordered, he plucked his crossbow from the floor and set his sights on the first of the group.
He effortlessly took down the first of the Walkers before reloading – the only flaw with the crossbow being the time it took to reload – he then fired another arrow into the closest moving Walkers brain. He placed his crossbow on the bonnet of the nearest car and yanked his knife free from his belt; he cast a quick look over his shoulder to make sure Carol was alright before driving his knife into the neck, then skull of the next Walker as the last lunged at Daryl, knocking him to the ground.
"DARYL!" Carol shrieked rushing forward, she manoeuvred around various parked cars before getting to where Daryl was underneath the remaining Walker. With quivering hands, Carol grabbed her knife and deftly vanquished the remaining undead.
Groaning, Daryl pushed the dead weight of the heavy corpse off of him and got to his feet, he nodded his head once by means of a thank you and offered her a small, coy smile.
"You're welcome." Carol smiled back.