Daryl is on the ground of the mall, so covered in gore he may as well be one of the rotting corpses on either side of him. It's hard to breathe through the stench, and his eyes burn with it. He gasps, horrible stuff, and he looks up at her, his savior.
The air is heavy between them. She just did something horrible, ripping bodies apart with her bear hands, and Daryl wonders if she can do that all the time. If it's hard, touching living people, not to rip them apart by accident. How it is that this thing can be so, so human when she does such inhuman things.
He can't find it within him to be afraid of this thing that others would surely call a monster. He sits up, guts sluicing off him. Stands, slipping on the blood.
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The air is heavy between them. She just did something horrible, ripping bodies apart with her bear hands, and Daryl wonders if she can do that all the time. If it's hard, touching living people, not to rip them apart by accident. How it is that this thing can be so, so human when she does such inhuman things.
He can't find it within him to be afraid of this thing that others would surely call a monster. He sits up, guts sluicing off him. Stands, slipping on the blood.
"You don't deserve to die."