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I heard a slight ringing in my ears. Everything was pitch black, like I was smothered in darkness. Someone was speaking to me, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. It seemed as if the world was underwater, all sounds were garbled like a damaged recording. Disorientated. I searched my mind, trying to figure out what happened last. Gradually, the voices came together as the words appeared in my mind. "She still out?" A thick southern accent echoed through my head. I was knocked out, the sudden burning pain in my temple reminded me.
"Well you hit her pretty hard, Daryl." Another voice spoke, I recognised it as the Korean guy. My eyes suddenly flickered open. I glanced around, everything blurred and out of focus. Turning my head to the side, I realised I was lying down in an unfamiliar place. Furrowing my brow, I blinked hard as a blurry face came closer to mine. "Ah - morning princess." The Korean guy joked. I slowly tried to sit up, my head spinning, but was restricted by my hand being pinned above me. Everything slowly came into focus as I looked up to my right, my right hand hand-cuffed to the bed frame.
"I'm Glenn, this is Daryl," Glenn informed me, pointing to Daryl who lent against the wall beside him, "We need to ask you some questions. First - eat." He held out his hand towards me, a protein bar in his palm. My eyes flickered across to Daryl as I hesitantly took it from him with my free hand. Tearing the wrapper open with my teeth, I chewed on the dry bar. With each bite, I felt the dried blood on my cheeks and mouth crack and split due to the movement of my jaw.
"What's your name?" Daryl grumbled, adjusting the strap on his crossbow which hung over his shoulder.
I scrunched up my nose at his question, putting the protein bar onto the bed beside me. "Why does it matter?" I questioned him, earning a glare from Daryl, "Dana."
Daryl nodded and scratched his chin, looking to Glenn. Taking in my surroundings, I assumed I was in a RV. The sheets I lay on looked surprisingly clean, however thick dried blood was splattered across the wall opposite the bathroom. Daryl stepped into my view, blocking off the walkway to the door out. I stared at the crossbow that hung from his shoulder on a strap, realising that he was the one who knocked me out. "How long was I out for?" I muttered, turning my attention to Glenn who was messing with his hat.
"A day," He shrugged, "Do you have a group?"
I shook my head, "No." Slowly, I shuffled myself higher up the bed and into a more comfortable seating position. My right wrist ached, the tight handcuff causing red marks to bruise my skin.
"Any family? Friends?" Daryl pushed for more answers. I thought for a second, knowing better than to admit to them that there was a chance my brother and his friend could be alive and looking for me.
I tilted my head to the side, "Yeah," I answered, Daryl and Glenn exchanged a worried glance. "My little brother, about half a mile down the highway actually."
