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It was almost night fall. Today was a big day for the future. It was the first big step to the war with the saviors. Alexandria, Hilltop, and Kingdom worked together to take out the outposts.
You had been with Daryl most of the day, and caught up with Rick later.
You three decided to make up a plan to catch up with everyone else. A smaller herd came around the corner of the building. You grabbed your knife, "I got it."
As you headed towards them, you started taking them out. You heard an arrow shoot beside your head, meaning Daryl had helped you. After you took them all out, you heard a strange creaking around the building. You turned to look back and saw Rick and Daryl looking at a map. You turned the corner anyway.
As soon as you turned the corner, someone grabbed you and put a hand over your mouth. You couldn't scream. You tried to bite down and couldn't move.
Just then, there was a cold mental knife, against your throat. "How many more of you are out there."
You took a deep breath and tried to think of how to escape. "Don't scream." He removed his hand from your mouth. As soon as his arm moved down, you jolt back, hitting him in the head. You feel the knife slide deeply into your chest. Your heart stops, but you continue to fight.
You push him down and hit him in the head, he tries to grab you again, but you grab your gun and pull the trigger.
You lean over and grab your side, feeling blood pour out. You got stabbed, you felt a little light headed but fought through the pain. You stumble back around the corner, Rick and Daryl in the process of coming to find you. They stop in their tracks when they see the blood dripping down my shirt.
Rick looks in shock, knowing he can't lose you. You mean everything to the group, and he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to you.
"Y/n."
You clench your side again in pain and begin to lose your balance. Daryl comes over and grabs you. "I got her, let's go man."
Daryl carries you over to the Jeep, Rick jumps in the drivers seat. Daryl grabs his bike and follows behind.
"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I-," Rick mumbles, looking over and back at the road.
"Stop. Everything is gonna be okay. Don't worry about me, I got him still. I'm okay -," your breathe hitches as the pain is severe, but you hide it, not wanting to stress him more.
He puts his hand over yours, and you close your eyes.
