Audrey Holly: Life at a Prison (TWD SydiaX fanfiction)

Episode 9: Wounds part 2

After a couple of turns, Audrey found herself outside the prison building, next to the inner gate where the basket ball hoops were along with the bleachers. She turned and a walker immediately opened it's mouth and grabbed her wrists. She let out a grunt and rolled on the ground with it until she reached the bottom bleachers.

It chomped multiple times and tried to bite her fingers when she smashed the back of it's head in with the edge of the silver metal bleachers. It fell atop her and she gave a sigh of relief. She pushed it off, then checked to make sure the walker hadn't scratched her anywhere.

How did a walker get inside the gate?

Audrey pulled out her dagger and started to walk along the fence to see if there was any tear in it. So far nothing, but then she saw a door, open on the far side of the back of the prison building. She walked over quickly, then ran and grabbed the handle. She peered in and felt a chill run up her spine as she thought of walkers pouring out to consume her.

She heard a wheeze, panicked, and closed the door. She took in a deep breath and looked at the sky. She had to tell someone obviously, but she already had a plan as to how to get rid of them. Lay out some meat or something tempting, and kill them. One at a time. Have someone on the door in case too many poor out. That could work in Audrey's mind.

She walked away and headed back for the door that led her there, hoping to tell Carol first.

In the meantime, Daryl was well in the woods embrace, hunting slowly for deer or squirrel.

Tracking: one of his many talents made the job a whole lot easier. And it was even better when it wasn't night.

On the trail of a doe, he worked his way through the trees, took a second to look at the birds in the sky, and continued on.

As the minutes rode on, Daryl could feel that he was getting closer. He then saw in his sights the female deer he'd been looking for. He raised his crossbow leading the doe in his sights. It was grazing, looked up when she noticed her hunter, and stared at him for a moment.

His arrow flew between her eyes, making her fall to the ground, dead.

Daryl lowered his crossbow and straightened his stance, then walked over to her. He bent down and pulled out his arrow.

The prize was barely worth it the animal was somewhat thin, but none the less, it had some meat on its bones enough to feed the entire group at least for a main course. Therefore, worth it. Daryl liked the thought of keeping his usefulness. He wanted to feed the group. As hard as it was for him in the past to actually admit it, or think about it, he did belong with them.

As he started to tie the deer's feet together, he heard the sound of a walker coming at him from behind. He pulled out his knife and turned quickly exposing 2 dead bodies headed his way.

He stabbed the closer one, then held the second one's shoulder and stabbed its left eye. He pulled the blade out and let his victim drop. As he inhaled and turned around to go back to the deer, a shot was heard, and a bullet flew into his lower left side of his back making him fall forward.

Daryl gritted his teeth and felt his temper rising.

Before he decided to move, a running pair of shoes approached and stopped at Daryl's side.

"Oh man! Dude! I'm sorry!" A young ignorant voice reached to Daryl.

"Yeah you better be sorry!" Daryl started to lift up with his left arm stiff beside him. "Stupid son of a bi***!"