(Y/n) POV:
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I decided to stay where I was at since struggling to get down would only make it worse for me. So I stayed there, not knowing how long before I dosed off. Which probably wasn't a good idea with my current injuries
3rd POV:
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Daryl was surveying the edges of the fencing to be sure there were no breaks or tearing in it. He occasionally killed a walker or two. Daryl came by a small horde of walkers and started taking them down one by one,there weren't very many though. At the most he would guess guess there where seven or eight. He could easily handle behind the safety of the gate/fence. Once finished he kicked at the fencing to get the one pressing against it to fall back into the ground. But at the same time he did that he heard a loud thud just a few feet away from him
Glancing around he saw a girl laying there. At first he was confused as to how she had gotten there. Daryl's eyes traveled to the top of the fence just above the girl , seeing some fabric left on the fencing from her bag he realized he was the reason for her falling. He walked over apprehensively until he saw that you were still breathing. Daryl leaned down and checked her pulse. You looked like you had been through hell and back he thought. But still somewhat pretty, he felt bad for being the cause of you falling. You were out cold and thought it was his fault as well. You were covered in blood, your own blood. Daryl picked you up quickly and headed back to the prison as fast as possible.
"Hershel!" Daryl called running through the prison "Hershel?! Where are you!!?" He called louder until he eventually found him "Hershel can you help her ?, she fell from the top of the gate.... " Daryl told him. Hershel nodded "alright but how did she fall?" He asked in return. Daryl went quite for a moment "she fell while scaling the fence, uh.... the barbed wire got in her way...." Daryl left out the part that the reasoning for her falling onto the ground, he felt terrible as I was to begin with. Hershel simply nodded and motioned for him to put her onto the table so he could path her up and clean up her cuts, "do you know if she was bit or scratched?" He asked and motioned for Daryl to help him. They removed her pack and her jacket so they could get to her wounds. Daryl shook his head "I have no idea. " he replied quietly as they continued to clean her cuts, they called one of the girls in to stay there with them as they tried to find more cuts or gashes. They lifted the back of her shirt, only to find multiple scares to see what was assumed to look like wings.
"What the hell..??" Daryl said under a shaky breath, he was not expecting that. " what? " the woman called that was chosen to stay in the room with them, which was decided to be Michone. Approached them to see what they were staring at, and that's when she saw it to. "Some of these are self inflicted, but most.... Most seem to be forced upon her." Hershel stated putting the back of her shirt since there were no injuries. " so what are you saying?" Michone asked Hershel. He was quite for a few moments thinking out his reply to her, "she was tourchered by the looks of it long before any walkers came around..." He said quietly, Daryls eyes widened slightly at his words. Now he felt even worse for being the reason she fell off from the fence. " well she's all cleaned up, I'm going to make some rounds before heading into lunch. "
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Wings of insanity
Fanfiction(Y/n)is crazy, psychotic. Insane as many would say it. But you were like that long before the walkers came around. But in a way as soon as they did you didn't feel so much of a freak as you normally did. You found it easier to fit into groups and li...
