Let me go (twd/ daryl's daughter)

19~ The CDC

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The group were back on the road, after saying their goodbyes to Jim. He decided to stay back and let himself become a walker, denying a gun.

Emerson was once again sat in the trunk of the car, refusing to sit in the backseat. The car she was in now was in front, followed by the RV, Shane's jeep and then Daryl's pickup truck; his bike in the back.

She stared at the floor of the trunk, vaguely listening in to the conversation the others held. Her eyes burned into the rough carpet. Jim's words swirling around her head.

"They need You"

"Stay with the group"

"Em" Rick pulls her out of her thoughts.

"What" She pokes her head up from behind the backseats.

"We're gonna be there soon" He shifts his gaze to the rest, "We need to stay alert, be quick but quiet"

She nods along with everyone else in the car, biting her lip anxiously.

The car is silent the rest of the drive, not long after the compound comes into view. The sound of screeching tires fill Emerson's ears as the vehicles roll to a stop.

The sky has darkened a lot more since they began driving again, just enough light to see the corpses littered outside of the building.

As everyone emerges from the cars Rick turns to the rest of the group, "Alright, every kid choose an adult"

Carl obviously goes to Lori, the same with Sophia and her mother. Leaving Emerson stood there blankly. Who is she meant to go with?

Before she can ask herself anymore questions a hand comes into view.

Glenn.

He smiles, his hand still outstretched towards her.

Gently, she slips her hand into his own, grasping tightly as the group begins to walk forwards. Sadly, holding his hand brought little to no comfort to Emerson in their situation.

"All right, everybody. Keep moving. Go on. Stay quiet. Let's go. Okay, keep moving. Stay together" Shane lowly speaks.

No shit Sherlock, what do you think we're doing?

"Keep moving. Come on"

"Oh, God" Glenn cringes at the smell as they walk past the fallen walkers, Emerson holding a grimace of her own as she pulls the collar of her shirt over her nose.

"Jesus" She mutters, gagging slightly.

As the group approaches the door, Emerson holds Glenn's hand tighter as they come to the conclusion that no one is there.

"Nothing?" Shane pounds on door.

"There's nobody here" T-dog runs a hand down his face.

"Then why are these shutters down?"

"Walkers!" Daryl yells, aiming his crossbow at the closest ones and shooting them, "You led us into a graveyard!"

Emerson cowers back slightly into Glenn. Walker's begin to lift themselves off of the ground, snapping there heads over in the groups direction.

"He made a call" Shane argues.

"It was the wrong damn call!" Daryl sneers out.

"Rick, this is a dead end"