Dead or alive, I love you

4.13 alone

Genny wakes up with a soft gasp. She lays there for a few minutes as she goes over her last memories. The last thing she remembers is Daryl carrying her back to the prison.

She slowly gets up looking around the cell. She smells smoke making her get out of the bed. She almost falls on the floor as Daryl took off her brace.

She groans as she sits on the floor grabbing her brace. She puts it on before getting up and leaving the cell. She walks out of the prison and sees the walkers everywhere.

"No," she cries as she stands on the closed stairs.

Everybody has left, Genny's lip starts trembling as she has tears streaming down her face when she sees Daryl's bike on the floor.

She covers her mouth as a strangled sob escapes before she goes back inside. She falls on her bed and cries until she falls asleep.

The next day Genny gathers her stuff and walks out of the prison. "Who are you?" Daryl asked, his hair was still short and his crossbow was pointed in her face.

"I'm with the group," she said anxiety filling her as he's way to close for her liking.

"It's okay! It's okay! Back up!" Dale yelled at him running over to them.

Daryl looked at him before looking at her. "You stay hell away from me," he said before he walked off angerly.

Dale looked at Genny as she started crying from the shock. "Who the hell is that?" She asked Dale.

"Daryl Dixon," he sighed looking at Daryl.

Genny walks over to Daryl's bike and looks at the walkers around it. "I'm gonna find you," she whispers grabbing his necklaces that hung around the key.

She thinks for a while before grabbing her machete. She lures two walkers into the prison where she cuts of their arms and their mouths. She finds some ropes and uses the walkers as camouflages as she leaves the prison with only her backpack and her weapons.

She stops as she finds the body of the governor and looks at it for a while. She comes by Hershel's body and stops to think. She ends up digging a grave for him before she continues.

She doesn't know how long it's been since the governor ruined their lives at the prison. All she knows is that hate fills her body when she found his body and then Hershel's.

After two days she comes by some houses, she ties the walkers to the stairs and clears it. She finds some supplies, clothes and a new coat.

It reaches her knees with a big hood and long sleeves. "Perfect," she says softly.

She stays there the night sleeping with one eye open. The next morning she sets out again and she starts looking for the tracks she had been following.

Days go by and days turn into nights. She eats when she feels like she's starving and can't go anymore. She sleeps in trees with the walkers tied around the base.

One morning she sits by a creek alone and half asleep. All there's heard are the moans of her two walkers. She takes off her shoes putting her feet in the creek.

Her coat lays next her as she washes her hands and face. A twig snaps a few miles out, she stops washing herself and grabs her bow and an arrow.

"Calm down, lassy," a man says walking through the trees.

"What do you want?" She asks with a low growl.

"Just came to get cleaned up," he smiles walking over to the creek.

He sits down and takes off his shoes. "So, you out here alone?" He asks with raised eyebrows putting his blistered feet in the water.

"No, got my guardian angels," she says nodding to her walkers.

He looks at them, "crazy." He notes before washing his face.

"You out here alone?" She asks holding her knife where he can't see it.

"No, got a group. About 8 of us," he says washing his neck.

She nods as he gets up and walks over to her. He kicks her bow and arrows into the water making her sigh knowing what he's gonna try to do and what she'll have to do.

She looks up at him, "what do you want?" She asks with raised eyebrows.

"I want to blow of some steam," he smirks grabbing his knife.

She nods before looking down. "Yeah, me too," she smiles before shooting around and stabbing him in his chest.

He grunts as he falls to the floor. "If I take it out, you die. So tell me, is there a guy named, Daryl in your group?" She asks.

He laughs nodding. "Yeah, but my group...oh, you'll be claimed in seconds," he says.

She squats and grabs the knife pushing it in a little harder. "What happens if I get claimed?" She asks.

"You get raped, beaten and then left behind," he smiles.

She sighs, "I'll take my knife back now." She says taking it out.

She grabs her stuff and gets dressed. She stops by his body looking down at it. "You are my first human kill," she says before walking off with her walkers.