Does she seem panicked to him? Abby's settled into an eerie calm, her eyes fixed on the approaching group. She knows exactly how many bullets she has to spare, she thinks about that number over and over again in her mind, and watches Daryl collect his pike, and his crossbow, waiting for his say-so.
"I can keep them off if you want to back up," she murmurs, eyeing his weapon. Her heart is beating like it always does whenever she has to contend with the infected, but she knows it's just the start of an adrenaline kick. Once everything gets going she's good... it's the waiting around for everything to go sideways that fucks with her.
She slips from the bike.
There's five of them. No, six- one shorter one, dragging itself along in the middle of the back. If she shoots one now, the rest will come sprinting... Daryl will get a second, and while he reloads, she'll pick off as many as she can. She lifts her gun, looks to him. Waits for him to tell her when.
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"I can keep them off if you want to back up," she murmurs, eyeing his weapon. Her heart is beating like it always does whenever she has to contend with the infected, but she knows it's just the start of an adrenaline kick. Once everything gets going she's good... it's the waiting around for everything to go sideways that fucks with her.
She slips from the bike.
There's five of them. No, six- one shorter one, dragging itself along in the middle of the back. If she shoots one now, the rest will come sprinting... Daryl will get a second, and while he reloads, she'll pick off as many as she can. She lifts her gun, looks to him. Waits for him to tell her when.