ALONE TOGETHER (Daryl Dixon) ¤{ R E W R I T I N G }¤

chapter 2; Her✔

Two months have passed since I lost all of my troops. Two months without any living soul. Two months with only the growl of the soulless corpses. Two months, that I was completely and utterly alone.

The two months weren't spent with me wollowing in my loss-- for all I know, my troops could be alive-- I spent the two months working on my hunting skills. I had found a bow in a cabin that was in the middle of the woods, and completely abandoned, so I tought myself how to use it. I beleive that I have greatly improved with the weapon, though it is the complete opposite of my weapon of choice.

My weapon of choice is a gun. Any type of gun, as long as it shoots. But I can't use guns unless its an emergancy because the sound draws the dead to me.

I have been mostly sleeping in trees since the start, minus the cabin that I found the bow in. The tree's are uncomfortable and scratchy. They're beautiful and hard to come by in the life I had been living before. But I was done with sleeping in the tree's.

My brain wondered to where I would go, as I packed the small amounts of supplies. Then I got an idea. The CDC. If any of my troops are still alive, they would go to protect the CDC because its our only hope of a cure.

A small smile came to me at the thought of a certain redhead man. I might actually see him again. With that, I began on my way to the CDC.

Just as I began on my way, two of the nasty dead appeared. The first one was of Japanese decent with almond shaped eyes and that were a sickly white color. He was clothed in a smooth black tuxedo with tears along the sleaves and blood stains on the dress shirt. His grey peeling skin made me grimace at the sight, and his boney hand reached out for me, the blood and skin of his previous victim staining under his cracked fingernails.

The other walker was big burly man that was completely covered in blood and wounds. His skin was less discolored than the Japanese mans, but what really intrigued me about him, was that his hands didn'thave any blood on them, but his shin was covered in a deep red blood. He was shot in the leg. Probobly sacrificed for someone else to get away. And he was just recently dead, as well.

I frowned downwards as the ground as I noticed something familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. With a sigh, I lifted the sleek black bow and put an arrow through both of their heads.

Quickly claiming the arrows, I began on my way. Going toward where I thought the CDC was.

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As the night fell, I found myself approaching a small town that was long since abandoned. I wasnt planning on staying in the town long, but I could at least fill up on supplies.

Searching over the signs in front of the buildings, I found the pharmacy. I began to walk down thw street, staying close to the buildings in case anyone was close by, the burly dead man came to the front of my mind before I blinked the image away.

No way, was I going to run into the person that sacraficed that man.

It was like a mini Christmas when I found bangages, pain medecine, and some lady stuff.

The smile that had grown on my face soon diminished when I heard it. Gunshots. My mind wondered to the dead I saw in the woods today.

I cautiously walked out of the store, and into the street. My eyes scanned down the street, til I saw a car pull up and some figures getting out of it. People. My gun subconsciously found its way to my hand, the safety immediatly off.

I saw them neer the town bar, knocking and talkimg toward the door as I slowly creeped towards them. As I creeped right around the corner to the bar, I began to hear a voice.

"they pulled their weapons on us! we had no choice!" a gruff southern accent rang through the quiet streets. Shit. I slowly rounded the corner to see all hell brake loose.

There were gunshots everywhere. The men outside shot through the windows, to the people that were inside. They hadn't noticed me yet, so I began to back away. I know how to chose my battles, and I wouldn't be alive if I chose all of them. I really didn't really want to chose this one.

I watched the gunfight, making sure that I wouldnt be spotted. A bloody grey hand grabbed me by my shoulder. I spun around quickly, the dead white eyes were staring at me, only mere inches from its next meal. Its yellow teeth snapping as it inched toward me. Everything was going in slow motion. Next thing I know, there's a bullet flying through its braing and its blood is splattering all over my face and Army jacket.

"Shit!" My brain spoke without warning, but for good reason. That shot was sure to attract attention from the people in the gun fight.

If you can't escape unharmed, help them. Maybe they wont try to kill me. I took a quick look around, the gunshots attracted the dead. If this kept going on much longer, we'd all be surriounded by a hoard.

I began shooting anything that's skin had grayed to a dull shade and moved with a slow limp. I didn't know why I did it, but I shot at one of the dead that was coming up behing a tall man in a black button down.

He turned quickly. His bright blue eyes, wide. We made eye contact for a split second before I felt it. A burning pain in my left leg. A burning pain that I had felt before. I was shot. Some son of a bitch shot me.

The black pavement welcomed me as the gunshots stopped. I was going to die. The group that won, wouldnt want to waste supplies on a person they dont know.

As I gave up, and everything began to go black, a set of feet appeared in front of my face. Using the last of my energy to look up, I saw the blue eyes of the man I saved. Then everything dissapeared. It was just black.

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3rd P.O.V.

As Rick approached the figure on the ground, he couldn't help but respect her. She saved him. Without even knowing who he was. He bent down to inspect what had happened. She was still awake, but fading fast.

By the time he was bent over, she had passed out, and his two companions had arrived. Both of the men looked at her skeptically, but didn't to much thought into it.

Hershel knew her.

He wasnt gonna try to prove himself wrong. He knew her. Her blonde dyed hair needed to be cut, because the majority of it had grown out to its natural brown color. He couldn't see her eyes, but the way that her face was structured was just familiar.

Glenn would never admit it, but she reminded him if one of his childhood friends. He knew that it couldnt possibly be her, but she gad a striking resemblance.

Rick looked at her concerned. She was the reason that she would get to see his wife and boy again. He switched his gaze from her face to her left leg and back. He looked up to she that Hershel was also zoned in on her.

"We need to help her." There wasn't any room for argument at Hershels words. He had already decided it.

Rick knew that they should help her, but he was skeptical. "What if she was them? What if they come back to help her? Hershel, we can't risk that."

Glenn and Hershel knew he was right. But they knew her. They couldnt just leave het

"Can't we just help her and keep her locked up in the barn or something?" Glenn asked, worry evedent in his tone. The walkers were getting closer as his tone became more panicked and his heartrate sped up. "Question her when she wakes up. We don't know that she was with them."

Hershel nodded along to what Glenn said, also begining to worry about the walkers that were closing in. Rick quickly nodded his head as he and Glenn got her to the car. Glenn sliding into the back with her.

As the men were quiet for the ride, the girl was having a nightmare. Dreaming about the one person she never wanted to see again.

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The men in the car heard her mumbling and couldn't help but wonder what she was dreaming about. It must have been bad, seeing as she seemed to be terrified.

As they pulled up the the house, they noticed that everyone was coming out from the house to meet them.