"Daryl shoot her!"

"I can't get a clear shot!", Daryl yelled back.

Here. Gone. Over there. Gone again. Bodies drop one by one. Shurikens and sais fly through the air, penetrating into their targets' foreheads with precision, then disappearing as quickly as they were thrown.

Desperately, Daryl tried to aim his crossbow at the strange woman, but as soon as he could see just a sliver of her body, she was gone. Hell, if she was just a figment of his imagination, he'd look like some kind of broken top, spinning around clockwise and counterclockwise, switching directions frantically.

He used every bit of his hunter skills to try and pin down the woman, but she was faster than him. My god, if he wasn't dizzy now, he'd be puking up a waterfall after this.

Suddenly, he felt the tip of the blade of a sais on his forehead, but not cutting into his flesh. Immediately he froze, gulping silently as his crossbow was ripped from his hands as if a huge magnet was nearby.

"Heh.... Am I going too fast for you, Robin Hood~?", a female voice taunted him. Daryl's eyes widened a little at this, fear beginning to course through his veins for the first time since the apocalypse started.

Just who the hell was this woman?

Oh, that's right, he remembers now, after seeing the reason in his peripheral vision.

She was Negan's super weapon....

Of pure, silent, and instant death.