<Daryl's POV>
I have to find her. Rick, Michonne, and I have been searching the woods for days. "Daryl come on. Rest. You haven't slept in days. Sleep," Rick says.
"No I have to find her, she needs me," I tell him and keep walking with my crossbow raised.
"Daryl lay down for a minute," Michonne tells me.
"No! I need to find her!" I yell to her turning around. I walk backwards for a second. I am about to yell to her again when something grabs my back. I turn around and see that it's a walker.
"Daryl!" Rick screams. Out of the corner of my eye I see ten walkers surrounding us. I can't get to my crossbow. I reach into my pocket with one hand while the other pushes the walker back. When I feel my knife I pull it out of my pocket and try to stab the walker. I miss. Another walker bumps into my back. I try to kick it away. I finally stab the walker in front of me with much difficulty. I turn around to the other walker I kicked away before. I try to stab its head but I miss calculate. When I swing the knife I miss the head and my knife swings back around at me and I stab my shoulder. When I try to pull out the knife from my shoulder I realize that it is stuck. I fall to the ground and the walker falls on me. I hear Rick scream. I am losing blood fast from my shoulder. My vision is blurry. Only then does Beth make an appearance in my mind. Her soft skin and smooth blonde hair. Her structured cheekbones and beautiful eyes. Then just darkness.
A/N sorry it's so short I just really needed to update.
