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"I'm not telling you why I hopped the fence, or how many times I've hopped the fence." Enid told Rick leaning back in the chair she was sitting in. She didn't know how she had been caught, she was always careful.

"How are ya even sure there's anything here?" she asked, "I mean, I'm tryin' ta keep an open mind, but..."

Amy felt herself being shoved up against the wall and made a soft un.. sound.  "Rick.. what is it?"  She looked up at him, unsure of what to expect now, it could be anything.

-----"We don't have medicine, we don't have food. So, you might as well take your guns and keep on walking. Killing me or my friends in there won't change the fact that we have nothing that you need."

   Carol sat bolt upright, knife ready in hand, just in case.    She softened a little as she realized it was Rick.    "Somethin’ goin’ on?"

    Crimson.      It was the most prominent colour the hunter could see. Everything else seemed black and white, everything else was just background noise that existed solely to distract him from helping Rick.     "Rick." Daryl says surprisingly softly, tapping the other mans cheek in an attempt to keep him conscious. "I scared them guys off... They won't come after us again."      For all he knew, Rick couldn't make sense of what he had said... After all, having your head forced into a wall several times did usually cause some disorientation. Not to mention the stabs the ex-officer had gotten to his right knee and his lower abdomen.     "Keep pressure on that." He instructs and presses a hand down on his friends shaky one. His other was occupied with the knee wound. Using his red bandanna, he had managed to make some sort of bandage, stopping the bleeding was his main concern now.       Daryl had no other option, but to make Rick hold the cloth to his second wound. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but it still looked pretty bad. Soon he'd have to figure out a way to keep it from getting infected.      "How you holdin' up?"

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