𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

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𝚒𝚡; 𝙳𝙸𝚇𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂
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     The walk back was quiet. Anka would try and secretly sneak away, but the sound of a crossbow loading out a halt to her footsteps. She'd look back and connect eyes with Daryl Dixon who shook his head. In the end, Anka figured out the hard way that Daryls keen hearing was up to par. Because of that, she dangled over his shoulder, her ass in the air and her legs held captive by the hunter. "Can you let me down now? Vella might attack you."

     "Ye gonna run?" Daryl asked. Anka didn't answer, she would've most likely tried to anyways. All three of them knew that already. Anka kept her eyes on the golden eagle that continued to hop around, following Daryl Dixon's steps.

     Merle hasn't said anything to Daryl and Anka ever since she teased the both of them, leaving both of them confused but about two different reasons. As they neared the prison they can hear gun shots ring out. Loud ones that echoed, the wind carrying the noise all over the forest. Anka shot up, push against Daryls back make her head stand up straight. "Daryl put me down. Vella, hide."

     He dropped her to her feet, tossing her her bow he's been carrying. Anka loaded her bow, quietly walking around the forest, the two men following along with them. They glanced around, it was the Woodbury Army. They were shooting at the prison, walkers roaming the inside of the gates. Anka looked to her side, Woodbury had hid some of their men in the trees. Anka released her arrow, piercing the lone soldier in the back of their head, going through one end and coming through the other. She ran over, crouching and picking up the gun. She nudged her head towards Rick who was surrounded. "Go help! I'll cover you!"

     Rick and Merle ran from behind the trees, dodging the flying bullets that flew past them. Anka raised the new gun, shooting at the dead that were close to them, soon turning her aim for the hidden men in the forest, they all quickly hid and ran into their vehicles driving away from the mess they've made. Anka ran out from her spot, gun raised shooting at the truck that drove off. "Pussies!"

     She turned around, not waiting a single bullet and shooting each geeks that stumbled their way towards the prison. As one approached her closely, she raised the back of the AK47, smashing it against its skull, watching it fall to the floor. She raised her foot, stomping its head into the dead tall grass. Lowering the gun again, taking more shots. While ran towards the group of three. Rick, Merle and Daryl. They were panting, they were surrounded by a bunch of corpses. "What the hell are y'all waiting for? Get the hell inside!"

     The three men nodded, following the young lady that dashed through the he gates and into the prison building looking for shelter. She panted, looking up at the people inside. Anka bit her lip, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. She stood up straight, towards her old cell room. It was still empty, so no one was occupying the room now. She plopped herself onto the bed. A knock was heard on her bedroom, she looked up. The man with the missing leg. "Hey Hershel."