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Riven Dixon, the youngest of the Dixon brothers, the half brother of Merle and Daryl dixon was a troubled young teen with lots of anger in his body, causing problems within the group just outside of Atlanta , more problem arise as a man named Rick Grimes arrives at camp, and Riven has to deal with everyone's drama including his own.

"Dale.." The words died in Riven's throat as he turned to look at Dale. Dale was lying on the ground, and his eyes were wide, horrified. His stomach was ripped open, and he was panting and moaning in pain, gurgling. Riven fell to his knees beside him, shaking his head in denial. Not Dale, Dale can't die, not him. "Just.. just hold on," "Help! We need help over here!" Riven shouted as loud as he could, hoping the others could hear him. "Shit, fuck, what do i do?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he removed his jacket, his hands were shaking as he placed his jacket over Dale's stomach causing Dale to gurgle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old man.. help!" Dale's hand touched his arm, and Riven looked at him as tears slid down his face, blurring his vision, but Riven could see Dale reaching for his knife. "No, no, we can.. Hershel can help you." He was trying to convince himself that Dale wasn't dying, but there was no hope for Dale. He was in pain, and he was asking for mercy. Riven reached for his knife, his fingers curling around the leather, and he sniffled, nodding his head. "I'm sorry.." "I'm so sorry."

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