Shot. Shot. Carl's been shot. Daryl grabs me and helps me over some metal thing by the high way. I wobble a bit and he steadies me. " Thanks. " I say my thoughts in other places.
I walk past the group, to the RV. My feet hurt. My side hurts. My head hurts. My everything hurts. But I'm not going to tell nobody. I don't want to get on their nerves. They're all worried about Carl and Sophia already. I'll keep my mouth shut.
I sit down at the small table in the RV, and pull off my shoes and socks. I stretch a bit, and relax as Daryl tosses some pills to Dale and Glenn.
I lean against the RV wall, and let sleep take over.
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Shy
FanfictionJessica Aiden Smith, aka Jesse, is a 9-year-old orphan girl. She's always been an orphan. One day while looking for food, she steps into a trap. Merle and Daryl's animal trap to be exact. The shy girl tries to get away before zombies get her. Daryl...
