Have you ever had that reoccurring dream that you're being chased by the dead?
Well for Alex it's a terrifying reality.
It started suddenly, spread rapidly and if you were lucky you knew how to escape it.
Shoot the head and don't get bit!
The apo...
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Daryl's POV
Andrea and I had been walking for a while still looking for Sophia, we hear a rustling coming from our right. I pull my crossbow up towards the sound, shining a light so I could see what made the sound. I look to Andrea nodding my head towards the sound and start moving that way. She follows behind me. We come to a camp site, and I see something in the tree. I move past the tent towards the tree, "What the hell?" I look up and see a walker hanging in the tree. He's trying to reach out to us.
I see a note nailed to the tree, "Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to shit. Might as well quit." I shake my head and look up to the walker. "Dumbass didn't know enough to shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swinging piece of bait. And a mess." I hear Andrea groan behind me, I turn to her. She looks like she's gonna be sick. "You all right?" I ask her as she coughs leant over.
"Trying not to puke." She says strained.
I give her a look and the turn back to the walker, "Go ahead if you gotta."
"No, I'm fine. Let's just talk about something else for a minute. How'd you learn to shoot?" She asks, trying to get her attention off the walker. Alex would have been good company; she would have wanted to check the camp for anything we would need and any sign of Sophia. She probably would have ignored the walker.
"You gotta eat. That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been to food since he turned. Look at him, hanging up there like a big pinata. The other geeks came and ate all the flesh off his legs." I point to his legs; Andrea leans further down and then vomits.
"I thought we were changing the subject." She says as she wipes her mouth.
I huff, "Call that payback for laughing about my itchy ass." I turn to her giving her a look. I think it's funny that she can't hold it down, she's seen these things hundreds of times! "There wasn't a lot that came up." Andrea tells me, I really didn't need to know.
I turn around give the walker one last look before moving away, "Let's head back."
Andrea doesn't move, "Aren't you gonna..." She stops pointing her flashlight towards the walker. I look at her confused at first, "No. He ain't hurting nobody. Ain't gonna waste an arrow either. He made his choice. Opted out. Let him hang." I start to take a few steps away when I turn to see Andrea walking towards the thing. The walker going nuts, wanting a bite out of her.
I move to her. "You want to live now or not?" She turns to look at me, she looks upset. "It's just a question." I clarify, not wanting anything bad to be said.
She looks away from me, up at the still squirming walker, "An answer for an arrow. Fair?" I give her nod, slightly voicing my agreement.
"I don't know if I want to live or if I have to, or if it's just a habit." She looks at me sadly, that didn't give me much, but I'll still shoot the walker.
