@ 'TOMORROW'S SONG ★ Daryl Dixon

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She took this as a opportunity to sneak up behind a tree.. Fear.. Anticipation.. and even some Pride kicking in as she stares at the walker from behind the thick branch of the tree, the roots and wet moss making her balance a little shoddy. A drip of sweat dripped down her face which was scratched, bloodied, and probably had dirt on it. As she approached the walker, who now, sensed her present by smell, turned around before being shot by a arrow through the head.

She was taken back by shock, though it was hard to tell as everything she felt was.. Dull.. the cold air numbing her every limb.

She was taken back by shock, though it was hard to tell as everything she felt was.. Dull.. the cold air numbing her every limb.
She took this as a opportunity to sneak up behind a tree.. Fear.. Anticipation.. and even some Pride kicking in as she stares at the walker from behind the thick branch of the tree, the roots and wet moss making her balance a little shoddy. A drip of sweat dripped down her face which was scratched, bloodied, and probably had dirt on it. As she approached the walker, who now, sensed her present by smell, turned around before being shot by a arrow through the head. There stood a man with a tall build, and broad shoulders; he had short brown hair and carried a crossbow in his hands.

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