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Chapter Thirty-Four // {daryl's pov}

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Rick finally let go of Jordan and passed her a bow that he had found a little while ago. We were going hunting for some fresh meat. I knew that Jordan liked to get away sometimes so, I let her tag along.

"Ready t' go?" I questioned while taking my crossbow into my hands instead of leaving it over my shoulder. She nodded with a large grin plastered on her face. She turned around and pecked Rick on the lips one more time before skipping over to me. 

"Keep her safe," he mouthed when Jordan was busy counting her arrows. I gave him a firm nod. He turned and walked back into the church, leaving us outside.

"I feel like I haven't been able to hunt with you in ages," she exaggerated, dragging out the 's' in ages. I chuckled.

"Alright, we're gonna head east 'nd once the sun starts goin' down, we'll head west, back t' the church," I explained to the brunette who was nodding as I spoke. She grinned up at me.

"Do you think they'll be much game?" she asked, referring to the animals. I shrugged.

"Hopefully," I answered. We both became silent as we headed east, both us trying to avoid stepping on anything that'll scare away the animals.

I kept my eyes trained on the floor, looking for any tracks but there were no signs of anything, not even walkers. Jordan usually kept her eyes up, watching the trees for any signs of movement.

After a few hours, we eventually stopped at a road, that was heading north-south. 

"We've found nothing but two squirrels," Jordan stated, kicking a rock onto the road in anger. She huffed at the lack of animals.

"Stay 'ere, gonna take a piss," I said, walking off of the road to go find a bush. I didn't want to make it even more awkward by standing right next to the road. I was a good distance away from the road before I unzipped and urinated.

While finishing up my business, I heard tyres squeal and Jordan's loud scream.

I cursed and quickly zipped up. I picked up my crossbow and ran towards her scream that was oddly cut short. I quickly loaded my crossbow incase I ran into anything unwanted.

"Jordan!" I yelled out as I saw a black car drive off, the same squeal came from the car's tyres. I looked around for any signs of the green-eyed girl but came up empty handed besides a small puddle of blood on the road. Even her bow was gone.

"Fuck!" I yelled, kicking the same rock Jordan had earlier. 

I turned back to see the black car with a white cross on the back slowly fade away down the road.

Rick was going to kill me.

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