A/N I don't own The Walking Dead
The dark duo was moved to a tent at the edge of the tree line so they couldn't destroy anymore drinking water. Patricia's funeral was earlier that day, and Rick, Shane, and Daryl had to take turns guarding the dark duo's tent, in case they tried to hurt the group.
Daryl was muttering to himself when he saw the shadows in the tent. He could make out Dale on all fours with Otis behind him thrusting. He could tell when was who by the shadows showing the two men's distinctive hats.
Daryl ignored it and tried to read a book but the sound effects were too much.
After an hour, the tent zipped open and a sweaty and grease covered Otis came out and zipped up his pants.
"Hey sugar cube, call of nature, I'll be back" he simpered.
"No" Daryl merely grunted. "You have the bucket right there, your not allowed out of our sight".
"Come on Daryl, stop being like Merle and let Otis go out into the woods" Dale winked.
"Yeah Daryl, maybe I can make it up to you" Otis simpered gesturing into the tent in a suggestive way.
An annoyed looking Daryl was happy to get off four hours later as TDog took over his shift.
Hershel was sleeping when a noise awoke him. He looked outside and saw a horse and buggy pull up. As he went outside he was shocked to see Elma. Elma was Otis 's sister.
"Hershel, open up its me Elma from down the road" said a haunting voice.
The rest of the inhabitants of the house heard the voice and were on edge. Everyone had assembled in the living room.
All was quite until they heard a noise from the fireplace. Elma was trying to come down the chimney.
Just then Andrea burst through the door. " I went to give TDog some coffee, but when I went down Tdog was hurt bad and Otis and Dale escaped" she cried as Shane left to go help Tdog.
Rick and Daryl stayed with Hershel, to deal with the witch in the chimney.