daryls pov.
I'm on watch- settled up in one I've 2 perches surrounding cell-block b of the prison. All of the sudden I see something stagger out from the tree line. Not unusual- nearly 100 walkers herd around the gates daily but something about this walked was off. I raised my binoculars and squinted. It was a woman. "Glenn! Get Rick!" I yell. The thinly framed Korean man nods and runs towards the prison. I look again- this time searching her for signs of bites or supplies. My eyes travel to her back. There's a baby. My heart races and I see Rick racing forward the tower I'm in.
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My New Guardian
Teen FictionWhen a girl in her early twenties is left to fend for herself and her one year old baby in the new apocalyptic world, will a protective man with a crossbow show her that this new world may not be as bad as it seems?
