❝ there's no point in surviving this world if we don't have each other. ❞
IN WHICH a group of survivors navigate their way through a desolate world filled with the walking dead.
the walking dead season 2 - ?
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 ︶꒦꒷★꒷꒦︶
Claire's eyes widened, peeling her eyes away from Hershel's leg to look ahead, five men in inmate uniforms standing behind a a gated off window. "Who the hell are you?" Daryl huffed, keeping his crossbow drawn.
"Who the hell are you?" One of the men quipped back, Rick shaking his head at the wound. "He's bleeding out, we gotta go back." Claire kept her hand against the wound as Glenn handed her a dirty rag. "Keep pressure on the knee, Claire." Claire nodded, replacing her hand with the rag. She watched with chocked back cries as the rag quickly began to soak with blood, her eyes trailing up her arms, which were covered in the sticky red substance up to her wrists. "Here, give it to me." Maggie mumbled, grasping the bloody rag in Claire's hand. The blonde nodded weakly, passing the rag off to Maggie, "Keep it tight." She muttered, standing to her feet and backing away from the bloody scene.
"Why don't you come on out of there? Slow and steady." Claire looked up at Daryl, who was keeping his crossbow locked on the men as they stepped into the room.
"What happened to him?" A man with the arms of his blue jumpsuit tied around his waist asked, Daryl not taking his eyes off him, "He got bit."
"Bit?"
The man grabbed a gun from the front of his jumpsuit, T-Dog pointing his gun at him as Claire pulled her own gun from her pocket. "Woah, woah, woah. Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." Daryl adjusted his grip on the crossbow, the man now pointing his gun at T-Dog.
Claire's heart thumped in her ears, shaky fingers holding the gun at her side tightly. Glenn rushed forwards, asking about medical supplies as he slipped into the room the men were just in. The man moved his gun over to Glenn, "Woah, where do you think you're going?" Claire instinctively lifted her gun, laying her finger against the trigger and pointing it at him.
