I opened my eyes, and sat up. The sun was bright, it shined on the morning dew on the grass. I looked behind me to see, that Daryl was still asleep. I bent down, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. I immediately, shot back up, tasting sweat. Even though I loved him, it was still gross. I stood up, and grabbed my knife. I walked out of the tent, towards the others, who were taking their tents down. "What's going on guys?" I asked. "We're moving into the house, it's almost winter." Glenn answered, carrying a crate, of supplies. I grabbed another crate, and loaded it into the car. I was walking back to grab another crate, when I saw Daryl taking our tents down. He and his shirt off, my knees felt weak.
Then Glenn grabbed my shoulder. I snapped out of it, and picked up the crate. I stacked on another, crate, and got on the truck. They drove to the house, and started loading things into the house. Daryl started walking over, with our stuff, and piled it in the corner of the house. "Ok Zoe, Glenn, and Daryl, come with me." Rick said. We followed him over to the shed, Randal was in. We looked inside to see he was gone. "Damnit!" Rick shouted, kicking the stool. "He couldn't have gone far in that leg." I said, grabbing his shoulder.
"Rick!" Shane shouted, coming out, of the woods. We all turned to see Shane, with his face covered in blood. "That punk jumped me, he escaped we have to find him now!" He shouted. "Daryl, Glenn, you two go together, me and Shane will, go." Rick, said, walking into the woods. "Zoe tell everyone what's going on, and to lock everything!" Rick shouted. I ran as fast I could, and made everyone lock the doors, and windows. I felt scared, 'what if something happens to Daryl?' I thought, grasping my sword tightly. "Bring it on." I whispered, sitting by the door.
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She's A Fighter
FanfictionA disease spreads across all of America, and brings the dead back, who have a thirst for blood, Zoe is all alone, until she finds a group where she meets, a red neck, she soon falls for.
