Bound - Walking Dead (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

I sat on the cold concrete, my knees pulled against my chest and my face buried in my hands. My body shook violently from something... The cold? The fear? The pain? I didn't care.
All I could do was sob. Sobs that wracked your body and tore apart your heart piece by piece. The tears streamed hot and heavy like lava rolling down a volcano.
I couldn't comprehend how this happened, how I ended up in such a dark and lonely place. I was faced with the thing that I feared the most. It stared me in the eyes like an ugly green monster ready to swallow me up whole. I was alone.
I finally looked up from my hands. Night had already fallen. I didn't know how long I had been there. Minutes? Hours? Time didn't seem real. Like a concept I just couldn't grasp.
It felt as if a snake was constructing my neck as the lump grew larger in my throat. This couldn't be happening. I was alone in a world where all you had to hold onto were people. I was alone in a world riddled with rotting, drooling freaks with no food, no water, no shelter, and no weapon. I was going to die.
I cast my eyes upward towards the heavens. I closed my eyes and even though my faith was crushed long before Freaks ran the earth, I sent up a silent prayer. I prayed that there was someone out there to look after me.
I opened my bloodshot eyes still watery from my weeping. My gaze landed directly on the moon and for a split second I felt something within me. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt hope...