Help me daddy

This is a Daryl Dixon daughter

I ran through the forest, away from the monsters. Blood and grime caking my body, my rusted knife grasped firmly in my hand. I take deep breaths and stumble, my body is weak from lake of food and water. I still hear the hollow voices echoing in my head. Trying to fight for my life. I push my lips into a firm line as I get near the sunlight. I look around to see nobody. Not a person nor a monster. I fall to my knees and cry before passing out, blackness closing around me, my knife still in my head. I hope someone finds me and helps me. I wish my mama was here.

Find out what happens to her. Will she die or survive? What happens when she see's someone who she might know? Will she find her mom?
Find out what happens to her.