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Chapter 2

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"So you're just leavin'?" Shane asked, grabbing my arm.

"Yeah." I replied.

"You know what Carl told me this mornin'? He said he couldn't wait to get out in the woods and hunt with you, tell you everything that you've missed, and just hang out with ya." He replied.

I sighed, leaning against the car.

"You can't leave him, and you can't leave us." He continued.

"Fine." I replied, standing up straight again.

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"Daryl and Sam go north to find some supplies, and Shane and Glenn go south." Rick ordered.

"I have to listen to her big mouth the entire day?" Daryl asked, scoffing.

"Watch your mouth." Shane replied.

After Daryl and Shane were about to get into it, Rick quickly got in between them.

"Just go get some supplies." Rick ordered.

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I circled the aisle, stopping in my tracks when I seen a guy coming towards me.

"You got a camp?" He asked.

"Have you been watching me?" I asked.

"Do you have a camp?" He asked again.

"No." I lied.

"You look awful clean for someone who's been out here.." He replied.

"There's this thing called a creek." I sassed.

"Don't get smart with me," he bellowed, "tell me where your camp is and I'll let you go." He finished.

"I told you, I don't have a camp!" I snapped.

His fist connected with my eye, knocking me to the ground.

Quickly pulling my pistol out, I cocked it, and aimed it between his eyes.

"Oh look at you, you think you can scare me? Pull the trigger, I dare you." He laughed.

Aiming, I pulled the trigger, the guy landing on the floor.

I dropped my pistol, in shock that I just killed someone.

"What happened?" Daryl asked, standing behind me.

I didn't answer, still being in shock.

Daryl picked up my pistol before pulling me up from the ground.

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I stood out on the porch, watching as Shane and Glenn walked towards the house.

"What happened?" Shane asked, walking up the steps.

"I got hit." I replied.

Shane dropped the bag of stuff and stormed down the steps, toward Daryl who was sitting against the tree.

"It wasn't Daryl!" I screamed, Shane pulling his fist back.

"Who was it?" Shane asked. 

"I don't know, but he kept asking if I had a camp. I told him no, and got a little snappy so he punched me." I answered.

"Where is he?" He inquired.

"I took care of it." I mumbled.

Shane looked to me before looking back to Daryl.