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y/n's pov:
the pounding of your heart rushing in your ears and your labored breaths as you run through the forest almost drowns out the groans and growls of the walkers behind you.

almost. you pause for a moment, leaning a hand on a tree as you catch your breath, a bloody hand clutching the wound in your side. you scan your surroundings, still seeing nothing but trees and more fucking trees.

you let out a huff of frustration and pain, your fist thudding into the rough bark of the tree. "fuck. fuck. just keep moving, theres gotta be something up ahead. just keep moving." you mutter to yourself, the words repeating in your head in a mantra as you push off the tree, starting into a jog again.

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glenn's pov:
a cool breeze brushes through my hair as i sit atop of the rv with dale, reading a book he let me borrow. i look up from the page, glancing over to where he's keeping watch around the farm with his rifle.

"see anything note-worthy?" i ask, shifting in the lawn chair. dale glances over at me from the scope, shaking his head. "no, nothing. no sophia, no walkers." he replies with a soft sigh, leaning back in his own lawn chair.

i let out a sigh of my own, running a hand through my sweaty hair. "jeez, you'd think there'd be some sign of her by now. alive or dead or..." i trail of as my eyes catch a figure out on the tree line. i close my book and reach for the binoculars around my neck, bringing them to my eyes to get a better look at the figure.

my eyes widen as i see a woman stumbling forward, clutching her side with a bloody hand, a pack of walkers following after. "holy shit- dale, look! i think she might be alive! she's got geeks on her ass too!" i exclaim, pointing towards the figure and passing him the binoculars. dale takes them and looks over to the figure.

"i think you're right. she looks hurt, bad. i'll go get the others, you go help her." he replies, starting to climb down the ladder. i nod, moving into action after him. as soon as my sneakers hit the ground im sprinting towards the woman, a million questions running through my mind.

y/n's pov:
your hands grip the dirt as you push yourself back up with a pained grunt, your bullet wound protesting. your vision is getting splotchy, your legs starting to tremble. the groans and shuffling of feet behind you grows louder and you grit your teeth, starting to walk again.

you're losing blood, fast. you don't even realize that you've emerged onto the outskirts of the farm, all your focus on putting one foot infront of the other, keeping your eyes open. "no, not like this. i can't- can't die like this." you breathe out shakily, your free hand reaching out to grip the wooden fence you see infront of you.

as you lean against it you turn to look behind you, seeing the walking corpses getting closer. with a soft grunt you lean down to duck under a board of the fence, stumbling onto the grass in your haste. this time its more difficult to get up, your eyelids growing heavy, your limbs protesting every movement.

as you lie on your back on the grass, feeling blood soak through your shirt and onto your hand. every breath shallower than the next, your head getting fuzzier. you can make out the garbled sound of voices and footsteps as your eyes shut, your world going dark.

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feeling something cold and wet on your forehead makes you stir, letting out a soft groan as you try to open your eyes. "oh shit- guys, she's awake!" a male voice to your left exclaims, making you wince. your head pounding like a drum and your eyes refuse to open as you hear footsteps retreat from your side.

'get up, dumbass, you have no idea who they are, get your ass up!' you scold yourself, rubbing your eyes. you look around you with spotty vision, seeing white walls, a wooden dresser, a wooden nightstand and a chair next to you. your hands at your sides grip the sheets of the bed you're laying on. a damn bed. where the hell did you end up?

you attempt to sit up but the stabbing pain in your side stops you mid-way. "fuck-" you cry out, a hand moving to your wound. you finally look down at yourself and realize you're wearing a clean grey t-shirt, your arms and hands free from the ever present grime they had on the road.

you gingerly lift up the side of your shirt, your eyes widening at the sight of the clean, surgical bandages wrapped around your waist. 'did these people really patch me up? why the hell would they do that for a complete stranger?' you think, pulling your shirt back down as you look around for your backpack or weapons. just in case these people aren't as friendly as they seem.

you lean over on your good side to look to the side of the bed, then the other, wincing as your wound protests. you see your backpack sitting on the floor next to the chair and reach out to grab it, your hand wrapping around the handle when you hear more sets of foot steps coming towards the room.

'shit shit shit- get something to defend yourself with'  you think in a panic, grabbing the first sharp thing you see- a pen on the nightstand. you grip it in your hand as you pull the blankets back over you, preparing for a fight.

glenn's pov:
i'm leading herschel, rick and maggie towards the girl's room, wringing my hands nervously. "well i think she's awake. she kinda just groaned and blinked a bit. she didn't talk or anything."

i explain as i reach the door, my hand pausing on the doorknob. "awake or not, i need to check on her wound." herschel says, and i nod as i open the door.

once its open i let herschel in first, stepping in behind him. my eyes land on the now-awake woman, her lips in a pout and eyebrows furrowed. "uh-hi, glad to see you awake. im glenn." i introduce myself with a nervous smile, walking over to her side.

when she looks up at me our eyes meet and i can almost see the gears in her head turning. "who are you people? why'd you help me?" she asks, her voice raspy from un-use. i let rick answer her question as i reach for the cup of water on the nightstand.

"you were passed out by the fences, the dead trying to get to you. we brought you in and treated your wound." he replies as the woman looks even more confused.

"i'm grateful for the help but, you don't know me. why risk your lives for a stranger that was pretty much dead?" she asks, looking between us. her words makes my smile drop slightly.

"we don't need to know you. you needed help, we helped you. simple as that." i reply, smiling down at her and holding out the glass of water to her. the woman looks at the water, then up to my face, then back to the water.

i let out a soft exhale through my nose, "it's just water, see?" i say, making a show of taking a sip from the cup before offering it to her again. "thank you." she replies as she takes it, taking a small sip from the cup.
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