Bitten but surviving |walking dead x reader

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I continued to run until the scent of flesh caught my nose. That must be their camp. I thought to myself as I walked towards the scent. I then caught a whiff of rotting flesh. I started to run again. I killed every walker blocking my path. I grabbed my hand gun from my hip and started shooting walkers in the head. I looked around to see if there was anymore walkers. Rick and the rest helped out once they got here which took them about a minute maybe two. Some guy with black hair then walked towards me and pointed a gun at my head. I looked at him and crossed my arms. "Now I know where Andrea gets it from. I mean seriously is this the way you seriously treat people who save your sorry ass?" I asked pretty much anybody who would answer me, with anger clear in my voice. The black haired guy looks at me confused. "Shane put the gun down she helped us." Rick said as he put his hand on Shane's gun. "Let's ask her a few questions then." Shane said looking at me. "How many walkers have you killed?" Shane asked crossing his arms. "Ya know how many walkers are in Atlanta? Well triple that and add a hundred." I replied crossing my arms. "Do you have a group?" Shane asked as he narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't be here if I did Rick and his friends practically begged me ta come here even though I work better alone I thought I should try this out if I don't like it ya don't have ta see me again." I explained. "Final question, how many people have you killed?" Shane stood taller trying to intimidate me. I froze at the question. I took a deep breath and glared into his eyes. "My friends, my family, and those I killed in self defense, so your answer would be 32." I answered. I could feel everyone's shocked faces and glares. I took a shaky breath memories flashing in my mind. "Why'd ya kill your family and friends?" Daryl asked. I could feel his stare. I could smell the fear radiating off of them. "They were suffering they didn't want ta turn." I said my glare never failing. I could feel tears threatening to fall, but I couldn't show them weakness. "We forgot one question." Rick said. Everybody turned they're attention to him. "What's your name?" Rick asked calmly. "That's on a need ta know situation like Merle but for now ya can call me Shadow." I replied turning away from the group. I could still feel their stares and glares. I climbed up in a tree to sleep in for the night. I was only going to act like I'm asleep because I don't really need to sleep because I'm technically a walker. When everyone is asleep I'm gonna go hunting for my meal.

A few hours later I jumped out of the tree and landed silently. I looked around for anyone who was awake. I saw Andrea still over by her sister...dead sister. I contemplated on going over there to comfort her but my hunger won the argument I mean I needed to keep my sanity or I'll end up eating someone then someone would kill me. I walked around the woods and tried to find a bird, squirrel, or even a rabbit. I didn't care at this point as long as it was something raw bloody and edible. I stopped in my tracks as I thought that. Is that what walkers feel like? I am really loosing my sanity. I saw a movement out the corner of my eye. I turned slowly in the direction of the movement only to see a figure with a crossbow walking through the woods. Daryl. I climbed a tree and watched him. He started walking towards the spot I was just in so I had to quietly move in the tree to get a better view of him. He stopped and kneeled down looking at the ground. He must've found my tracks. I then jumped into a different tree as he looked up the tree that I was just in. "Who's there?" He asked aloud pointing his crossbow up into the trees. He grabbed something from his pocket and I heard a small click before the thing shone light. A flashlight. I blend into the night you idiot you ain't gonna find me with a stupid flashlight. "Shadow is that you?" Daryl asked. "How'd ya know it was me?" I asked climbing down from the tree. "I didn't." Daryl said. I could feel him smirking. "Stop your smirking what are ya doing out here?" I asked. "I could ask ya the same thing." Daryl replied. "I'm hunting." I stated. "That's what I'm doing to." Daryl said giving a flirtatious smile. It reminded me of his brother but Daryl's was warm and welcoming. "What ya hunting for?" I asked.