Notes: Yay another Chapter! Look at that! I didn't leave you with a cliffhanger wondering what happened to Fin! Aren't I nice? ;)

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

(Fin's POV)

Heat slices across my left temple as I turn it engulfs the whole left side of my head in an instantaneous piercing migraine that halts all thought. I can't even breath for a few sickening heartbeats. I'm flat on my back before the shot splits the air, reaches my ears, it echoes off the trees all around us.

I lay there with too many fragmented thoughts to make any sense. Staring up at the sky trying to figure out what the hell just happened for what might be minutes or seconds I'm not sure when Daryl leans over me eyes wide. Seeing his face jolts something back into place. I twist my neck, blink furiously at the stinging blood trying to fill my left eye.

"Is she…"

He grabs my hand to stop me from touching my forehead. Speaks at the same time I do.

"She's alive…."

"I'm not dead…"

I try to roll so I can sit up but Daryl's trying to stop me.

I slap his hand away, press two fingers to the searing pain on my head, swear I can feel bone for a second, it throbs with each pounding heartbeat. I can feel blood running down my cheek. I press my palm to a deep laceration breath hissing out, but keep my hand firmly pressed to my scalp.

"Who fucking shot me?"

I have no choice now. I won't survive a second attempt. It's pure dumb luck that I'm not dead right now.

That should have been the end right there…

Daryl reaches for my face but I jerk away from him, slap his hands away again with a snarled. "Don't fucking touch me!"

His eyes narrow, but he stands; backs up even. He hovers a few feet away, tucks his hands under his arms watching me.

Tyreese and Sasha are standing next the oldest girl, Lizzie. Sasha has a gun in her hand but she's not looking at me, holding it all wrong to have fired it, it's not even pointed at me. They're both staring at the girl between them like they've never seen her before, eyes wide. Lizzie just stands there watching me climb to my feet, face void of any expression: completely blank.

Tyreese looks more freaked out then she does.

"What the Hell are you doing shooting me in the head?!"

"You got bit, you're going to turn. I'm protecting the group, you're endangering everyone."

I glare at her. "Word of advice; Dead People Don't Talk. I'm Not Dead Yet!" I'm almost screaming the last bit. "And I'm not going to turn into anything!"

How many people like me might be around if it wasn't for people's knee jerk reactions…

"I've had it with you people! You don't even know what's going on and you shoot me?!"

Okay, I'm screaming now.

I swipe at the blood in my eye, clench my hands at my sides with the urge to punch something. This is why I don't live with people I remind myself. They're panicky, stupid animals. Just my luck I'd survive the Peacocks and almost get taken out by an 11 year old with a hand gun and an itchy trigger finger.

To hell with these people. All off them. I'm done.

I yank the flannel collar open, probably losing a few buttons, wrench his shirt off my arms and launch it at his stunned face. The tight ball of fabric smacks him head on he doesn't even try to catch it with his hands. He's too busy staring at all the marks that bloomed into full color on my pale skin overnight. I don't need to look at them to count the bite marks Eli and Kyle thought were hilarious to leave on my skin; I can feel them.

I hear Sasha and Glenn's reaction behind me, Tyreese's curse. I ignore them though too busy jabbing my finger at him, spitting my next words. I don't care how upset he looks.

"Don't look for me again. I've lost enough because of you people." I grab my bow off the ground with a painful jerk. He still hasn't moved.

"Where are you going?" Glenn asks me, not Daryl. of course not.

He's just staring down at the ground. Hasn't moved since I slapped his hand away. I don't have time to deal with his wounded pride, not with my life being threatened.

"The Hell away from you people-that's where." I walk over to my pack grab it from against the tree, swing it over my shoulder with a grunt of pain. They can keep the sleeping bags for the kids. I'm not going to waste time rolling it back up, I'll just get new ones.

One's that don't smell like him.

"Do me a favor Glenn-tell Rick I'll be by to grab some supplies. And if he; or anyone else shoots at me: I'm gonna throw his ass off the fucking roof."

Glenn nods staring blankly at me.

They think I've lost my mind. That I'm going to die out here.

Whatever. I could give two shits what they think.

"When she attacks us in the middle of the night you'll see I was right." Lizzie.

I glare at her. "Do me a favor keep the tiny sociopath on a leash. I don't fancy getting shot in the back."

He's still not saying anything, but neither are the rest of them. I didn't expect them to; knew this was going to happen the second Daryl found the mark. Didn't realize it was going to hurt this much.

"You don't have to do this." Sasha's voice calls out to me.

I should keep walking.

I stop, turn around anger rolling off me like waves of heat.

"Yes. I do! Because you people just don't get it! I'm not going to sleep with one eye open, looking over my shoulder every five seconds for one of you to stab me in the back. I went back into that house knowing exactly what I was in for, because it was either me in that fucking nightmare or you!" I jab my finger at Lizzie; Sasha is the one that flinches though, Glenn and Tyreese too, they both look away. I don't look at Daryl, avoid even turning my head in his direction.

"I was willing to die to save you, because I thought you were worth it. Hell of a way to say Thanks. Fuck you all. I'm done."

I turn and leave before they can say anything else.

:: walking dead ::

Notes: I'll try to get the next chapter up quickly! I've got the two chapters written after it, but getting Daryl and Fin to snark at each other isn't easy to do... ; )