chapter thirty-two : burning pile { season two - episode twelve & thirteen }
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DARYL CAREFULLY TILTED the dead walker's - Randall's lifeless head to the side as he searched for bite marks. Although, instead of a bite mark, his neck was broken. And there was only one person that could've caused it.
"Got his neck broke," Daryl stated with confusion. Glenn and Kloe shared a quick glance, both of them having the exact same thoughts. They looked back down at the man, who twisted Randall's body around so his back was facing them.
Glenn crouched down beside Daryl as he lifted Randall's shirt up to search for the bite mark. He made his way down, but soon figured that there wasn't a bite mark anywhere. "He's got no bites."
"Yeah, none you can see," Glenn said, shifting backwards so the female behind him could take a closer look. She leaned over, furrowing her brows once she realized that there were truly no bites to be seen.
"No, I'm telling you, he died from this," Daryl gestured toward Randall's broken neck, slowly turning to the two young adults.
"How's that possible," Glenn questioned, narrowing his eyes down at the body.
Kloe sighed silently, "So, he didn't get bit, but died and still turned? You're telling me that he died and turned without getting bit?"
The trio shared slightly nervous glances before Daryl hastily stood up and pulled the arrow from the bark of a tree. He speedily walked away, going into the direction where the farm would be. Glenn and Kloe followed the man instantaneously, not wanting to waste any time from their new discovery.
Once they had caught up with him, they stayed silent the entire way back, lost in their own thoughts. They were thinking the same thing, at the same time, at the same place. The only thing that was lurking in their minds was that Randall had turned... without a bite.
Just as they all thought things were getting better with moving inside the house for shelter and warmth, they thought wrong. They had yet again discovered something new that they had to dig down deep to find out.
They would think it would be a difficult mission, but little did they know that they would find out the next morning.
They had been walking for only five minutes before they all heard a loud gunshot pierce through the air in the distance. Kloe halted to a stop, watching as the two men in front of her did the same.
"What was that...?" Kloe asked in a low, soft tone in an attempt to hide her panicked emotion.
...
The trio burst through the farmhouse's front door, hastily entering the living room where everyone was held up in panic. Daryl was in front of them, and Kloe was at the back while Glenn walked in the middle.
