It took only seconds for Andrew to clean his plate of the eggs, despite them still behind rather hot. It had been a nice change, he only wished he could have had some bacon. And waffles. And coffee. Oh yes, coffee. He groaned as he thought about it. Perhaps they'd be able to find some when they next scavenged, some that wasn't a frilly cappuccino, or one of those stupid pods for a machine that was now useless. He wanted a tin of the darkest, blackest coffee he could get. The bitter the better, in his mind. Before he could ask Violet about it, he noticed someone all but screaming outside. "Do you hear that?"

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Alan was digging through another duffle bag inside the camper, looking for a clean shirt to wear. He founded a t-shirt, some midwestern college name on the front, and laid it out on the bed. As he was in the process of taking off the shirt, stained with oil and dirt, he heard someone scream his name. It took him a minute to untangle his arms, tossing the clean shirt to the side and bolting from the camper before finishing getting dressed. Before he jumped to the ground he grabbed the crowbar they kept near the door, not sure what he might encounter.

He had little time to react, Daryl was grabbed by what he assumed was one of the infected. No time for his gun, he ran towards him, hoping it wasn't too late already. They had avoided as many encounters as they could, choosing to run instead of fight, and he had only taken out two of these on his own before. Yet was there a choice?

Years of running had him there in seconds and he didn't allow himself a moment to think before he swung the crowbar, a sickening sound as it connected with the side of the infected's head. He wasn't sure it was enough, but the fear and adrenaline took over and he found himself repeatedly slamming the crowbar into its head, willing it to let go, to fall to the ground. Blood had splattered further than he thought possible, he could see it on his hands, dripping from the crowbar. Even when it fell to the ground he kept swinging, slamming down with all the force he could muster.