You had a burning pain in your arm, blood soaring out of it. It dripped to the group and you knew that it was going to attract walkers, tears ran out of your eyes and you sobbed, knowing that you might die. Then, Daryl came into view, his finger at his mouth, telling you to be quiet. You kept your sobs to yourself and tears continued to leave, but you did as you were told.
" Shh, walkers. "
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