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DARYL DIXON
"these are our people." michonne says, staring at the walker she just killed with her katana that lies on the porch of the henderson's house.
we look back on the bodies covering the street, this was the small herd matthew warned us about, and michonne's right, they're our people.
"fresh bite on this one," i notice, squatting to the ground to inspect the bloody wound on william's neck. "but nothin' on this one." i point to the other body.
"they're just dying? what's killing them?" daniel asks, his eyes wide as he stands with his spear clutched in front of him.
"front gate was still secure, no herd outside of it either." michonne says.
we jump at the sound of something smacking against the window behind us.
"that's mrs. neudermyer." aaron states, inspecting the freshly turned walker who's fingernails are scratching down the window.
a puff of fog forms on the glass each time she rasps at us, her face smushed against it. her eyes are still blue as they've always been, but she's no longer the person she was.
"dad!" carl yells for rick from down the street with enid and tara running beside him.
"i told you to stay there! are you hurt?" rick yells, running off the porch to meet them half way.
"i'm okay! but there's walkers everywhere down there!"
"where!"
"on mcknight—"
"mcknight?" i ask. "that's my street."
"they're not from outside though, they're our people." enid says out of breath as we all catch up to form a huddle in the middle of the road.
"what the hell is going on?" michonne asks.
"no time to figure it out, we need to start getting everyone out of here." rick says. "open every manhole cover, guide everyone down. tell them to look for the cars and trucks from hilltop and the sanctuary; they should be here soon."
"i've gotta get lydia." i say, inching away from our group.
"go." rick nods, giving me permission. "look for grey too."
