ANGEL FACE ➵ DARYL DIXON [2]

Chapter Seventeen: Father Gabriel

Chapter 17

"HE MAKES ME LIE DOWN IN GREEN PASTURES, HE LEADS ME BESIDE QUIET WATERS."

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"HELP ME! SOMEBODY! HELP!"

That is what the group woke up to in the early hours of the morning, the sun barely up and barely fighting against the moon. The first one standing on their feet, their naked feet, was Girl, rushing and sprinting to the stranger's pleads and awful cries. She could hear what's happening? or stop! We don't know who that is! in her ears. She was always taught to help others. Even when it might be dangerous.

Now, the group was running after Girl, running after the stranger's unknown voice. They didn't have a choice. If it was anyone else, they would leave the stranger to be a meal after what happened only yesterday. But Girl wouldn't let down, Tamiko leaping by her side.

"Girl! Get back here!" Isaac cries behind, dodging multiple walkers, and they were growing by the second he went in further into the woods.

He could hear the sling of Daryl's crossbow, the slice of Kai's razors, killing walkers and travelling inwards.

All the group was behind him, cursing and groaning. Whether they liked it or not, they were about to do a good deed. That's if they could make it.

The voice becomes louder and louder for Girl, the stranger being a man wearing black clothes and a white choker around his neck. She runs faster, pulling a walker off of the tall rock it was trying to climb to grab. Then, the walker grabs onto Girl, trying to gnaw - trying to bite into her thin neck.

An angry and infuriated huff is heard behind, seeing a pair of hands clench into the walker to pull back. Isaac swings his knife, stabbing the ugly walker in its mushy pea-like head, then it drops like a flightless fly.

The rest of the group kill the remaining walkers in as little as a minute.

After, they forgot for a moment why they were killing them in the first place. They just all stood, gathered and looked at one another. Tamiko even laid down as if the day was already over.

"H-hello...?"

The shaking voice matched the shaking man, still on top of the grey rock that is now been decorated with a splash of new red paint around the edges. It was like he was on top of a high castle, or at least he felt it, the dug out ground that went down into a small broad ditch  around the rock, guarding, like a moat that had been drained months heretofore; useless.