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— PART TWO  of  THREE —
THERE IS NO HOPE ANYWHERE

– WHEN EMERSON CAME TOO, SHE HEARD LOW MOANS. She grabbed her head in agony. It was pounding and she could feel the blood running down her face.

The knife she had brought had somehow got stuck in her upper thigh. She tried to ignore it and she looked over to Nathan.

Except, he wasn't Nathan. Not anymore.

In the two hours Emerson had been blacked out, Nathan Reid had inevitably bled out and passed.

Now, in his place, was a dead killer.

Emerson began freaking out. He wasn't bit, so why did he turn? She started to frantically look around for anything that she could use to defend herself.

Her gun was on the floorboard and she couldn't reach it. Then she remembered the knife in her leg.

Nathan began to moan louder as he noticed his live bait. He started to move towards her, but was confined to the seat by the seat belt across his chest.

"Dear God, help me." She mumbled. She began breathing heavy. She knew she only had a few seconds before Nathan could reach out and grab her.

She pulled the knife from her leg and cried out in pain. This only made Nathan more aggressive towards her. He finally grabbed a hold of her coat and she was lunged forward.

She began to scream as she took the knife and plowed it into Nathan's head. His hand immediately went limp and her coat was released.

Emerson started sobbing loudly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She cried.

She finally pulled herself together and tore Nathan's flannel he wore in half.

She wrapped it tightly and then began to climb her way out of the vehicle. When she finally hit the ground, she winced at the sharp pain that traveled up to her leg.

She looked around. It was dark, and quiet. She sighed heavily and went to grab her gun that she now had access too.

Emerson refused to cry again. She told herself that she wasn't a killer. That Nathan wasn't Nathan.

She suddenly saw headlights pull up and she prayed silently that it was Silas. Or Rick, or even Glenn.

Unfortunately, it was none of them. It was Shane who came to find her.

"Just always gettin' yourself in trouble aren't ya?" He joked with her as he got out of the vehicle.

Emerson began to sob loudly.

"Hey, hey, hey. . . What happened? Are you alright?" Shane asked her.

"I-I killed Nathan. He-He was a Walker, I had to kill him. Shane, I didn't mean too."

Emerson was disoriented. She most likely had a concussion, and that mixed with her leg injury didn't make well for a very meaningful conversation.