"Daryl, you need to go, they need you!" She was desperate, pushing him, consistently telling him to go. It was the end for her, and there was nothing that either one of them could do to save her. The flesh was torn off from her shoulders by a walker; there was no way around it. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. "It's okay, I don't need you anymore, but they do. Please, just, go. Rick needs you!" She could feel the pain radiating through her, it was a new pain, something she'd never felt before, and god did it hurt.








