Violet finished her cooking and offered Andrew a plate before fixing her own. She truly hoped Andrew could convince Alan to stay. She was happy with their set up.
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Daryl nodded at Alan's request. "Coolant? Alright." He headed off to find what Alan requested. There was a shed behind the barn. More than likely, if there was coolant around here, it would be in the shed, right?
Sure enough, in the shed was coolant among other things that might be useful later on. Daryl grabbed the coolant and headed back towards the truck.
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As he was heading back, a groaning sound caught Daryl's attention. He spun around wildly, looking for the source of the sound. Behind him was a man with clouded eyes and skin white as a sheet. Daryl stumbled backwards, breath catching in his throat and heart racing. He scrambled back to his feet, taking off towards the truck.
"ALAN!" He screamed, trying to get the man's attention. The zombie was closing in fast. It must've been very fresh, as it caught the young man with no problem, yanking him backwards by the hair. Daryl struggled, but he wasn't going to be able to hold his own very long.
"ALAN PLEASE!" He cried frantically.