Upon hearing a scream, Violet jumped from her spot on the barn floor, dashing to the door. She headed towards the noise, spotting Alan and Daryl a little ways off. One of the infected seemed to have a hold on Daryl, and Alan quickly sprung into action, beating the previously human creature to a bloody mess.
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Daryl stared vacantly at the creature that Alan was beating beyond recognition, stunned by the event he'd just been a part off. Had Alan not acted when he did, Daryl would be dead, or at the very least, infected. Alan had saved his life....
The man kept beating the already dead zombie, clearly not satisfied that it was really dead. Violet frowned and wrapped an arm around a very silent Daryl, leading him back to the barn. She settled him in his sleeping bag, though he insisted that he was alright.
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After settling Daryl in the barn and making sure he was ok, Violet walked back out, wishing to speak with Andrew and Alan.
"Alan?" She hoped he was alright. He'd seemed very stressed about really killing that zombie. "Thank you...for helping Daryl, you know?"
She turned to Andrew next, though she was speaking to both of them.
"We really need your help." She admitted. "Please stay with us. Or let us come with you if you're leaving. We won't make it on our own. Today proved that I think. We have plenty of food to share, Daryl's great at hunting and fishing, and I can clean any game we catch...." She tried to make herself and Daryl sound like assets as opposed to burdens.