I clutched the knife that was in my belt. I couldn't stop crying, not that it mattered now. The biters were all around me. There was no escaping. I leaned against the tree and looked up into the partially blocked sun. I couldn't think anything, feel anything. This was the end.
I sniffled once more before one of the biters thrusted at me. My eyes shut lightly as I let my body rest. Multiple gun shots went off, causing me to jolt. Quickly noticing the bullets flying all around my body, I stood up, running away from the biters, and the people. It was hard to believe but the people were more dangerous than anything anymore. You didn't know who you could and couldn't trust.
Lost in my thoughts, I was tackled to the ground. I became flipped over, with my arms pinned to the ground. I kept my eyes closed tightly, thinking that I was about to be stabbed or even shot.

"Who are you," a rough voice asked. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to see blue ones staring down at me. "I said who are you," he asked even more irritated.

"Why should I tell you? You have me pinned on the ground, scared, and helpless," I said trying to get out of his grip.
"Well, I just saved your life, that may be a reason," he said coldly.
He was the one who shot all of them I thought.
"Alison," I answered his question, studying his facial features.
"Are you with Woodbury," he asked. It seemed as if he was inching closer.
"Who's that," I said tilting my head a little. He got a little closer, studying my face now. Once he was only a few inches away I raised my head up and bumped his head.
"Ow," he groaned grabbing his head, releasing me. I instantly got up and began to run. I soon heard footsteps chasing after me. "Stop," he yelled. It seemed as if he was getting faster. I tripped over something and fell to the ground.
There were many body's around me. I was in front of the same tree as earlier. The biters were all dead, well even more dead than before. I suddenly felt this sharp pain in my leg. I touched the spot on my leg where I felt burning. It was wet. It was a gunshot, I guess I was so in shock that I didn't even notice it.
I felt a little dizzy and my vision started getting blurry. I tried getting up but felt limp and fell to the ground. I saw a blurry figure walking toward me. Then, everything went black.

****

I woke up laying on a flat, rock like bed. My vision wasn't as blurry as I remembered. An older looking man was sitting next to me, wetting a rag, which he then placed on my forehead.

"Whe- where am I," I stuttered.
"Shhh, lay back and rest," he said standing up with his crutches.
"Who are you, what happened to your leg, what happened to me," I asked raising up.
"My, you're a very curious kid aren't you," he giggled grabbing a needle.
"I'm not a kid," I said trying to sound as stable as possible.
"Well to answer all of your questions, you're in a prison cell, my name is Hershel, a walker grabbed my leg and decided he wanted lunch, so we had to amputate it-" I cut him off.
"I'm in a prison cell," I raised my voice a little, "why am I in here, I don't know you, for all I know you're trying to kill me.
"That's actually the opposite of what I'm trying to do. If you would've let me finish, you were shot in the leg by one of the boys in our group. He brought you back here, I've already removed the bullet, now I just have to stitch you up," he said threading a needle. I suddenly remember the blue eyes that were staring at me, the ones that saved me, then chased me. Then I realized what the man had just said, group.
"There's more of you," I asked, staring at the needle. I've never been very fond of them, even since I was a little kid.
"A few more of us," he said as an older woman walked into the cell.
"Glad to see you're awake," she said smiling. She was a petite woman with grey hair. Before she could shut the curtain completely, a boy walked in, I faintly remembered his face, he was my savior.