Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Forty Six.

Sarah; 

After whatever it was had crashed into the walls; everything seemed to just go downhill. 

More and more people came over the walls and I didn't have any choice other than to use my gun. 

There were bodies everywhere. Most of the people from inside the walls had had limbs chopped off while the people who had come in, they were killed with a clean shot to the head. 

Those people were insane.

I was still running around trying to find someone, anyone who could help me take these people on when I caught sight of Morgan, who looked as if he was talking to them and then, the group of three started heading towards the gate but one man, he stopped to pick up a gun from one of our people. 

"Hey!" I yelled, making him look up and I pointed my gun at him, "Put it down."

He laughed, ignoring me as he left for the gate.

"Sarah, don't!" Morgan yelled but I ignored him and shot the gun anyway. 

I missed. The bullet, it hit the ground by his feet and when I tried to shoot again, I found that my gun wouldn't fire. 

That was my last bullet.

The guy turned again, this time, an amused glint in his eye as he raised his own gun at me and I closed my eyes. 

Then there was a gunshot. 

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Daryl;

As I'm cruising down the road, my radio crackled to life and Rick says my name. 

"'m here." 

"Won't be long now," he says through the static, "They're almost here. I'll get them going you way again." 

"How 'bout that, Daryl? He's gonna be comin' our way." Sasha says smugly and my hands tighten on the handles of the bike. 

I decided that the best thing I could do right now and come clean and I sighed quietly before holding down the button, "I ain't wi' Sasha 'nd Abraham. 'm headin' back to Alexandria." 

"What?" Rick asked and I could tell that he was seething, "Daryl, this could jeopardise the whole plan." 

"They can handle it," I growl, "Sarah is back there. Carl and Judith too. Don't ye' wanna know if they're safe or not?" 

"They can handle it." he insists. 

"'m goin' back." I repeat, "'nd I'll talk when I know more." 

"Dar-" I cut him off by switching the damn radio off. 

I have to know that she's okay.

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Sarah;

For a couple of minutes, everything seems to go in slow motion and I suddenly started to have flashbacks. The first time I rode a bike, the first time I was kissed. Birthdays, Christmases. You name it, it was there. 

More recent memories though, those were just Daryl. Just little snippets of what we had been through. Of what the group had been through. 

When the gunshot went off, my heart stopped. I thought I was going to die and I was going to die and I wasn't going to see Daryl again. 

But I didn't. The bullet didn't hit me. 

I opened one eye, then the other and saw that the guy was now lying down on the ground. Dead. 

Spinning around, I saw that Carol was standing behind me, fully disguised as one of those people. She even had a W painted with blood. 

"Oh my god," I breathed, stepping towards her, "Thank you. You-"

"Look out!" she yelled but it wasn't quick enough and suddenly, I felt a white hot pain on the back of my leg. 

I fell to the ground with a shriek as another shot rang out. They had cut me and I was guessing that it was pretty deep judging by the amount of blood seeping through my jeans. 

"Sarah!" Carol called, running over to me, closely followed by Aaron, "Sarah, how bad is it?" 

"I don't know," I muttered, looking at the now dead woman who had cut me, "I don't know." 

"Don't worry," Aaron mumbled, crouching down beside me, "I'll get you to the surgery." He then looked up at Carol, "I've got her." 

She ran off while he tried helping me up, but I stubbornly pushed him away, "I got it." 

He hovered around me, catching me when I tried to take a step forward and failed. 

"Just let me help you." he hissed, wrapping my arm around his shoulder, "We don't have time." 

"How bad do you think it is?" I asked, managing to catch a glimpse of my now stained jeans, "Really bad?" 

"No," he replied, "It'll just be a little cut. Looks worse than it is." 

I doubted it but I was grateful for his attempts to comfort me on our tedious journey to the surgery and he helped me onto one of the beds before rushing back out to help. 

Holly was laying on another bed, blood pouring out of a wound on her stomach and Denise was attempting to give her CPR. 

I don't think it was working. 

"What happened to you?" Tara suddenly asked, looking at me, "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine." 

"I do not mean to be a nervous pervis," Eugene said loudly and I noticed he kept glancing at my leg, "But ma'am, you are bleeding all over the floor." 

"Huh," I mumbled when I noticed that he was right. The blood was obviously now running down my leg, "Would you look at that." 

"I'll cut the fabric off," Tara said, "Denise, she needs help." 

"I'm a little busy!" 

"I'm fine right now," I shrugged, wincing at the loud gunfire from outside, "Concentrate on her. What happened anyway?" 

"One of 'em stabbed her." Eric said quietly, "We pulled the knife a couple minute before you came in but she has lost a lot of blood." he then lowered his voice so only I could hear him, "I don't know if she's gonna make it."

"Shit," I whispered as Denise finally stopped doing compressions. 

"Denise..." Tara said quietly, "Y-"

"Leave. All of you, just go. Please." 

"But what about Sar-" 

"Now!" she yelled and Eric, he grabbed a bunch of things from cupboards before helping me down. 

"I'll find Rosita. She can do the stitches on the porch." he mumbled as he led me towards the door. 

He helped me sit down on one of the steps and handed Eugene a pair of scissors, "Cut the fabric away from the wound. Do it quickly and safely and I'll be back in a few minutes." 

He stared at the scissors in his hands and getting frustrated, I grabbed them from him and began cutting away my jeans myself, grimacing as the material stuck to it and I caught sight of it for the first time. 

It wasn't so deep that it caused any real damage but it was deep enough to need stitches.

Sighing, I rest my head back against the wood behind me, looking up at the terrified man beside me, "This is gonna hurt like a bitch." 

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I know that Daryl doesn't -and possibly never would- go back and abandon Abraham and Sasha totally but I felt as if my portrayal of him definitely would. I mean, he wants to find out if his wife is safe and well. I hope you guys don't mind!