In which a girl finds herself falling in love at the end of world with her leader, only he thinks he's hard to love but loving him is like breathing to her.
Emory Foster was a farmers daughter, struck by tragedy when the dead started to walk among...
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"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked the strange men, walking closer toward them with his crossbow raised at their heads.
"Who the hell are you?" One asked back.
"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back. Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard, hard! Push, push," Rick instructed forcing Maggie and Glenn to do exactly that.
"Why don't you come on out of there? Slow and steady," Daryl said and the men walked out one by one. Emory reached for her gun in distress, holding it up toward the prisoners with shaky hands and blurry eyes.
"What happened to him?" One with long hair asked.
"He got bit," Daryl answered.
"Bit?" The man asked pulling out the gun in the front of his jumpsuit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt," Daryl said as T-dog drew his gun.
"Emory, I need you," Rick said and she felt ashamed to admit she'd rather hold a gun at these men than be forced to face the gore of what once was Hershel leg.
Reluctantly she put her gun down and dropped to her knees beside Rick and Maggie. Rick grabbed her hands and guided them to where he need them to keep pressure while Glenn searched for medical supplies. She grimaced at the blood seeping through, coating her hands.
"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" The man holding the gun up asked.
"Don't look like no rescue team," another man with a thick southern accent said.
"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't. Come on we gotta go," Rick said as he and the girls lifted Hershel up.
"Now! Come on! I need a hand here," Rick yelled as Glenn appeared with a table on wheels and helped them lift Hershel onto it.
"Holy Jesus!" One of the prisoners said at the sight of Hershel's leg bleeding and chopped.
"T, the door," Rick yelled.
"Are you crazy? Don't open that!" Another prisoner yelled.
"We got this," Rick yelled back as T-dog opened the door, he stabbed the walker that entered and the group began wheeling Hershel out.
"Daryl. Daryl!" Rick yelled for the man to follow.
"This way!" Rick yelled, guiding the group back to the cell block.
