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My eyes are open and i can feel all of the pain but I can't move. I just can't. It's like my body is pinned down to the floor.

The immediate thing I do is check if I'm paralysed; wiggling my toes and fingers. They move. Thank god.

Daryl must've woken up quickly because only a few moments later I hear him groaning. Shit. I need to see if he's hurt. It doesn't cross my mind that I might be hurt; I've been hurt before. I'll be fine.

The walkers slowly start to walk towards us and I immediately put all my work into my stomach muscles to attempt and sit up, their groans giving me momentum. I end up crawling to him, shaky and uncertain that he's okay. He's passed out again, clearly and so I grab my bow from his belt, fumbling with the different latches and buttons on it.

Finally, I unattach my bow and look around for any arrow but they seem to all be lost. Besides the one inside of him.

"Sorry." I mumble before yanking out the arrow from his side. This wakes him up and he almost strangled me before I put my hands up and he nods, knowing that I mean well.

I attach the arrow to the recurve bow and pull back the string at one of the walkers. It goes perfectly through its eye with a squelch and I then look around for something- anything to use to take down the other one.

Ending up choosing a rock, quite a large one, I stand shakily and almost throw up at the sudden movement, drawing it to me. The opposite direction from daryl.

Just as it reaches me. I throw my foot out in front of me, tripping the thing up and slamming the rock down on its face again and again, trying my best to ignore the squelches until it stops moving.

My chest heaves up and down, me having worked myself too hard since
I've just got a rock to the head, myself.

After what feels like hours of just trying to get my bearings, my vision fuzzes up again, resulting in me falling over just as daryl sits up.

My eyesight fades into nothing, gradually dissapearing until I don't see anything at all.

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My eyes glimpse open to look up and see that I'm in daryls arms as he limps forwards, out of the forest and into the field.

We're met almost immediately by Rick and the rest of the people.

It takes a few moments for Rick to realise who it is, both of us covered in dirt and blood.

"That daryl?" I hear someone say and then daryl speaks up.

"Bout time you pointed that thing at my head. You gon' pull the trigger or what?" He remarks at Rick as Rick lowers his gun.

"Can you walk?" Rick sees that I'm awake.

"Probably, I dont know..?" I say and daryl sighs.

"No. She can't." Daryl replies. "Looks like she got hit on the head pretty bad."

"Hey guys?" Another man calls out from behind as Glenn attempts to support me as I try to walk. "Wasn't this Sophias?" The same man asks, holding up the fucking doll that we almost died for.

Everyone stops and stares at the doll.

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I can hear them talking about me from the room next to theirs.

"She attack you?" I hear Rick ask seriously.

"Nah. We both fell off the horse and down a ditch. She could've left me or killed me but she didn't. She saved me." Daryl tells everyone in that room.