The Exit • TWD. [✓]

𝟎𝟗𝟑, whispers in the wind!

CHAPTER NINETY THREE !

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Estella, daryl and dog had ran all the way to a cabin, in view of the herd. they had climbed up onto the roof, to get a better view. estella had her crossbow raised, ready to shoot at any of them, as daryl was crouched down, looking at them to see what their next move would be. it wasn't a normal herd, and that was as clear as day. the herd shouldn't have even been there in the first place.

herds walked, that's what they did. they didn't trail around in the same places all day, looking for one person. they kept walking for however long they could possibly walk for without getting killed, eating anything alive they could get on the way. they didn't just set their eyes upon one meal and search for it all day. they never did that. maybe their brains really had adapted.

"they better hope eugene is tasty after all this effort." estella rolled her eyes, flicking on the lighter.

"right, you light the end of this and i'll toss it. it'll lead them over to where it explodes." daryl said, holding up the dynamite.

"got it." she said with a nod, putting the flame on the end.

"all right. let's see." daryl said as he threw it.

"jesus, that's loud." estella covered her ears as it began to snap and crackle on the floor, dog's loud barking making it worse.

"it's workin', though. keep 'em comin', dog." daryl said, dog was on the porch of the cabin just below them.

suddenly, though, the walkers turned around. they walked in the opposite direction. estella furrowed her eyebrows as daryl began telling dog to shut up. she stood up, watching them walk away. it wasn't supposed to go that way. they were supposed to go to the fire. they always went to the fire. their brains didn't work.

"what the fuck?" estella questioned with wide eyes she watched.

"language." daryl muttered as he stood up, looking with her. "they ain't supposed to do that. this ain't no normal herd, f'sure."

"this is weird. why would they want just one person?" estella asked as she took her gun out of her belt.

"what are you doin'?" he asked her.

"testing." she said, before shooting a bullet into the tree, making a loud bang. a couple of the walker heads turned and began to walk closer to them, but they turned around again. "what.."

"we gotta do somethin' else, lead 'em away from the others." daryl said, still watching them in the distance.

"just so you know, as like a pre warning or whatever, if this is the way walkers are gonna be from now on, i'm opting straight out." she told him, putting her gun back in her belt.

"don't say that. hey, you've been shakin' like a rattle ever since it got dark. you okay?" he asked. she took a deep breath.

"i just don't like the dark." she replied, not making eye contact.

"it never used to bother ya." he answered, confused.

"newfound dislike." she shrugged, shaking the memories from her head. she couldn't tell him right there. "come on, we have to go and help them. they won't be able to do it on their own."