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𝚟𝚒𝚒; 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 ༒

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𝚟𝚒𝚒; 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽



     Morning has awoken and they were still walking towards the car. The sun was up and shining on all of them, they all continued to walk in silence, Anka could feel eyes sprinkling her skin, stabbing her with how sharp it was. She didn't dare to turn around, she was scared of who was staring. Daryl Dixon, Merle Dixon, any of them. If she connected eyes with Merle she'd have his head. She kept thinking, Why was she so blind?! Of course they're brothers. She was so stupid to try and convince herself otherwise. They're both red necks, they're both a pain in her fucking ass. Except one brother isn't entirely as bad as the other, but they're still obnoxious.

     She failed to even notice Daryl and her hands intertwined. No wonder her palm was warm. She lift up her one palm, noticing blood all over it. A large cut tracing her skin. It burnt and stung, she could feel the small glass shards stuck inside the cut. She needed those out. If she gets any of the dead's blood inside her wound, shes doomed.

     She continued to walk, forward stumbling slightly. After that fight with governor, she could feel her old wounds reopen. She didn't tell anyone, why should she? It's better she doesn't get help from them anymore than she already had. They might use that as a reason to force Michonne and her to stay. Anka wasn't going to take that chance. She could hear rustling behind her, heavy foot steps approaching. It was Daryl Dixon, she let out a little groan. "Yer alright?"

     "I'm perfectly fine." Anka tried to respond as cold as possible. She tripped over a log, catching herself by grasping into the nearest thing. She looked up, she was holding onto Daryls forearm. She retracting her hand, walking quickly away from him.

      Daryl look down at his arm. A hand print of blood. It wasn't just a small amount. You could see the hand print, it was completely full. Daryl quickly jogged up to the mysterious women one last, trying to look at her palm she kept in her pocket. "Yer bleeding."

     Darly blunting spoke. Anka didn't stare and decided to ignore him, yet his words seemed to have caught Rick and Maggie's attention. They turned around staring at her. "Did you get bit?"

     "What? No. It's just a small scratch—"
Ankas face scrunched up with confusion.

     "It's not small, we should check this quickly." Daryl shook his head, reaching into her pocket pulling out her palm that was covered in blood. A deep cut, you could see the inside of her hand. When he pulled her hand up to, her jacket pulled open, revealing a huge blood stain on her shirt. They already seen her face was beat and bleeding, it didn't worry them as much because they all knew it was something then can easily fix, it was also just small cuts and bruises. They were interested as to how she got them, but remained silent in the end.

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