Chapter three Wrong time wrong place.

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Its been three days since the run in with the herd of walkers back at the cabin. We barely escaped with our life's, but ever since that day Daryl hasn't said much to me and is always snapping when I try to talk, I wouldn't mind but I am trying to help him find that girl, Beth. But now we're stuck walking this road killing any lone walker on our journey.

I was staring at the floor and didn't realise Daryl had stop and u walked straight into his back, I looked up about to say sorry when he shhhh'd me. He crouched down waiting for something to show its self, I had my bow a the ready when a group of living people emerged from the bushes, they was a strange feeling about this group of people and it was a bad one.

A older man with grey hair and beard average size started smirking at us

"The names Joe and these are my boys"

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