Everyone had woken up and after feeding baby Judith, she had gone to bed. You go back to your cell and flop down on your thin mattress. As you laid down, you could hear the creak of rusty bed springs. The rusty cell door creaked open and Daryl walked into your cell. His hand is bleeding and he has some bruises on his arms.
"We need to make a supply run" he said.
"Daryl what happened to you?!" you shrieked.
"Ran into a few walkers while I was out looking for Carl." he said calmly.
"Did you get bit?" you asked cautiously.
"No way in hell!" he smirked.
You see, Daryl is my uncle. Him and Merle were supposed to take care of me after my parents disappeared, but Merle was too abusive. And well... he's dead so Daryl has been taking care of me.
You breath a sigh of relief as you felt your heart started to beat evenly again.
"Let's go get some supplies." Daryl said.
"Let's go." you agreed.
