Hero

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"Take the shot." Daryl told Rick. Before putting two fingers up to his head as if it were a gun. "Clean, in the brain from here. Hell, I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance."

"No." Lori Grimes spoke harshly. "For god's sakes, let her be."

The group remained silent after that Daryl scoffed and walked away angrily. Lenora got up quickly, following the man as he went to go bash more brains of the undead. 

"Wake up Jimbo." He told Jim who was standing, looking out amongst the world in a daze. "We've got some work to do."

He began to pull a dead body of one of the camp members towards a burning fire. Glenn started to protest and Lenora felt bad for the man. She supposed that she did agree with him. They should bury their own. After all, most had a connection with those that had died. 

When Daryl began to have another miniature outburst, Lenora decided that maybe she shouldn't go speak to the man at the moment. After all, Daryl seemed to like Lenora. She didn't want to push how far his care for the young girl seemed to go. 

"A walker bit Jim!" Jacqui yelled suddenly backing away from the man. Lenora frowned. Jim seemed like he was a nice soul, he shouldn't have to go out this way. 

"I'm okay," He whimpered repeatedly. "I'm okay." 

Jim picked up a shovel, swinging it around in self-defense. Unluckily, Lenora was very close to the man and the shovel was about a foot away from hitting her. Luckily, Daryl was close to Lenora, and grabbed her by the shoulder to move her backwards. 

After he did so, he ran towards Jim who T-dog was now restraining. The man in the hat still murmuring 'I'm okay' over and over again like a mantra. When Daryl lifted the mans shirt, revealing an angry red bite mark on his stomach, one thing was very apparent. 

Jim was indeed, not okay. 

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"I say we put a pickaxe in his head, and the dead girls while we're at it." Daryl told the group that had now circled around each other once more. Not really feeling like she was apart of the group, Lenora as always stayed behind Daryl. 

"Is that what you'd want if it were you?" Shane asked Daryl. 

"Yeah, and I'd thank you while you did it." Daryl told him angrily. 

Lenora found it hard to believe that Daryl wouldn't survive this world. In fact, she felt as if Daryl had the highest chances of survival out of the entire group. Hell,  she knew she'd die before him. He was strong whereas she was not. 

"I hate to say it, never thought I would but maybe Daryl's right." Dale spoke. In an instant, the man was attacked by the group. By the look in his eyes, Lenora could tell that he didn't mean he agreed with Daryl completely, but nevertheless the rest of is thought would never be finished because the group quickly silenced him.

Once more, the group started to debate what the next plan of action. Maybe this group was more problematic than she initially thought. While they argued about where to go next, the CDC or Fort Benning, Daryl made a decision on his own. He began to run towards Jim with the pickaxe in his hand.

Immediately, Rick's gun was pointed at the back of Daryl's head. Lenora watched the man tense up and turn around. "We don't kill the living." Rick told him. 

"Funny, coming from the man pointing a gun at my head." Daryl spoke harshly through his teeth. 

Daryl angrily put the pick axe down and stormed off. The group soon dispersed, deciding to go separate ways.

Lenora decided to head back to Daryl's tent. She knew that the air was too tense for her to be sitting around with the group. Daryl had gone back to bashing in brains once more, so she'd be alone for a while. She liked it that way.

Not to long after Lenora had sat down on the sleeping bag once belonging to Merle, a gun shot rang out through the air. Without seeing it, and any sobbing coming from anybody except Andrea, she knew that the gunshot had killed Amy for good. 

After about an hour or so, Daryl's footsteps sounding from outside the tent. He unzips the flap and Lenora watched as the man entered. 

"Thought you might be here," He mumbled. "missed a funeral."

"I'm sorry." Lenora told him truthfully. She felt bad being an outsider, missing the burial of the groups loved ones and friends. At the same time, she'd be out of place with nowhere to belong. 

 "Don't be." Daryl shrugged. "By the way, a decisions been made. We're going to the CDC. Leaving first thing in the morning." 

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