We went back to the camp we had set up. I sat down and tried to start up the fire again as Daryl went out to try and catch some squirrel's or something else to eat. The fire wouldn't start, it was wet from a previous rain shower we had.
I went to go find some drier wood only to find a pile of leaves disturbed from the place it had been sitting for days. There obviously was some sort of struggle here.
"Okay, I have to be smart about this." I thought to myself.
"Daryl?" I called out in a whisper.
I heard nothing. He couldn't have gone that far, I was only working on starting the fire for only 5 minutes or so. He can't be far.
I started to panic when I saw a blood on the leaves. I followed the trail of disturbed leaves.
I followdd it to our water hole, where we have been getting our drinking water for the days we have been here. I glanced in noticing how long our water supply is getting.
I continued on the trail. More blood.
In a mudpile nearby there was a footprint. Could be Daryl's could be a walkers. I didn't know until I heard a twig break behind me.
I took the knife out of my back pocket and turned around swiftly.
It wasn't a walker, it wasn't Daryl.
It was Rick Grimes, our group leader, we had been split from months ago at the raid at Hershel's farm.
