The adrenaline is good, helps, but it still makes her hands shake on the grip, no matter how much she steadies up and remembers to breathe and tells herself it's fine- another body drops to the ground. Daryl's, shot through with a thick shafted arrow, and then the second one she sunk two rounds into already.

Three to go.

She's focusing on one trying to break away from the other two cuz it's faster, and one edges up on Daryl, lunges into him.

Abby trusts that he's fine, has to. Then, she catches sight of the open maw, teeth flashing, and her attention wavers by seconds, enough to send a pulse of dread from her head to her toes. She doesn't hear him snarl, it's like she's underwater. She gulps down a breath and swings her attention back around wildly to fire again. She's got four bullets left in her gun.