Daryl and you headed out for a supply run.You headed for the infirmary. You took out your revolver and Daryl adjusted his crossbow. There was a loud noise behind you. You turned around to see a girl about your age running toward you.
"Help me please!" she cried.
"What are you running from. What's your name?" you asked.
"Keep your voice down." Daryl whispered.
"My name is Rosie. I was running from walkers." she explained.
We agreed to take Rosie along with us until we found out what to do with her. Rosie was armed which was a bonus since we didn't need to supply her with a gun. She seemed very skilled with it too.
"I've been meaning to ask you something." you started.
"Yes?" she asked.
"If you're so skilled with a gun, why were you running from walkers?" you asked.
Rosie turned a pale white.
"They weren't normal walkers. They could run and they chased after me."
"Who ever thought of walkers that could run?" Daryl said.
"Keep your voice down." I said.
Daryl looks embarrassed. There were some walkers up ahead. Daryl takes one out with his crossbow and you bash the others brains in with a tomahawk.
"Nice work." Daryl said to you.
"Thanks."
You continue your journey to the infirmary and you finally get to your destination.
After collecting all the supplies you need, you leave the infirmary. You start walking but then you stop for a minute. You listen and hear fats footsteps. It must have been those 'running walkers' that you had heard so much about.
You alert Daryl and Rosie and you ran back to the jail. On your way back, you bumped into Carl.
"Carl you gotta run! There's walkers back there!" you shrieked.
"I think I can take on a few walkers" Carl smirked.
Carl's smirk turned into a frown and he bolted for the prison. You chased him back, with Rosie and Daryl right behind you. You hear a shout.
A walker had got Daryl.
