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GREY KINGSTON
it's been two days since the storm hit. trees have fallen and our crops are overwatered and ripped from the wind.
rick and i have kept our distance since the day in my cell. it was a silent agreement we made with each other just so no suspicions arise. although no one's suspicious of anything, i think it's more so just for us to be alone and let everything we said to each other sink in.
the only interaction i've had with him is a quick glance from across the room or across the field—that's it.
however, today's the day of rick, daryl, and i's run. we found a small neighborhood with some shops past the woods of the prison none of us have been to before. we left the car parked up the road and we're heading down on foot.
a lone walker, the first of the day, is stumbling its way towards us. we all draw on it, but i'm quick to walk up to it and stab my knife through its head.
the contaminated blood squirts out as i retract my knife and shove its limp body to the pavement.
"let's try this shop first." rick says, pointing to the convenience store coming up on our left.
the three of us scurry and duck behind a car as soon as we hear rustling coming from beside the building. i peak my head above the trunk, two walkers are making their way towards the street.
"how many?" daryl whispers next to me, his back to the car as he loads his bow.
"two." i say and then shoot both of them with clean shots.
"now none." i stand up.
"what're you trigger happy?" daryl asks.
"i haven't shot a gun in years." i shrug. rick quickly runs in front of me as i head up towards the store.
"stay behind me." he demands.
the two of them stand on either side of the door as i stand behind rick. they nod to each other that they're ready and rick yanks it open. daryl taps his bow against the doorframe so if any walkers are in there they'll come to us.
we wait for a minute or two and nothing comes forward. "all right, let's go." rick says, before entering first.
daryl motions for me to go in next so that he's walking in behind me. our eyes scan the shop for any walkers tucked away or any people that could be hiding in here.
"it's clear." rick states, which immediately calms my anxiousness.
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DARYL DIXON
the three of us begin ransacking the shelves for any food or supplies we could use.
