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This Means War

I yawned as I slipped my feet into my shoes and grabbed my jacket from the edge of my bed. Putting it on and zipping it up, I turned towards Sam to see if he was ready.
"Are you going to be alright?" I asked. I knew he was still in a lot of pain. Every move he made looked as if he was holding back a groan or wince. "I'm sure I can just grab some food in a to-go box for you." I offered.

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A smirk crept across my face when his stomach growled. "Then we should go get something to eat, huh?" I tilted my head with the question. I knew I had to get up and out of bed but I didn't want to. I just wanted to sleep. I was so tired and I had no clue why I was this tired. I was sure we'd slept for about ten hours or more. I buried my face in my hands and huffed. "Alright, Daisy. Get up." My muffled voice said to myself. I slid my hands down the sides of my face. Gently, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and removed the thin blankets, planting my feet on the cold hard floor, and standing up.

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I accidentally rolled onto my stomach and groaned. I wasn't used to sleeping on my side or back and being hurt didn't exactly make me remember I had to. I furrowed my brows, sighed and rubbed my eyes as I sat up. I had yet to open them. I didn't want to. I wanted to go back to sleep for the remainder of the day but I knew I shouldn't.
"What time is it?" I asked with a groggy voice, particularly to no one. I finally opened my eyes and took a look around the room. It was empty and getting dark. I turned to see Sam still lying in bed. I couldn't tell if he was still asleep or not.

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The room was close to silent, and almost everyone in our cabin was gone. There were a few people lying in bed flipping through magazines and others just lazing around. Everytime I blinked it became harder for me to keep my eyes open. I yawned, covering my mouth with one hand and shutting my eyes. Before I could even try to open them again, I was fast asleep.

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I laughed, "You weren't useless." I said with a shake of my head, glancing back at Sam and flashing him a smile. I was so relieved to be back. As I walked towards my bed, I shook my backpack off and caught it in one of my hands, placing it gently on on the floor beside the bed. I desperately wanted to take a shower and get all of yesterday's dirt off of me. But I grew incredibly tired as soon as we walked through the door. I would take a shower after I woke back up. In the meantime, I wanted to at least change clothes.
Grabbing the extra pair I'd left on the bed before we left, I walked to the bathrooms and quickly changed. Once I was finished, I hurried back to my bed and chucked my dirty clothes underneath it. "I'll pick those up later." I mumbled to myself. Hopping into bed, I slithered under the thing blankets and rolled over on my stomach. I gasped, already forgetting how badly it hurt to put pressure on it. I quickly turned to my side, getting ready for a good sleep.

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"Oh I hope so." I scoffed. "Plus we need to get you in bed. I know you must be aching with all this walking we're doing." I walked beside him as we neared the cabin. Once we reached it, I opened the door and peeked inside. "This is the one." I fully stepped inside now, spotting my bed just how I'd left it. Undone and the extra pair of clothes at the edge of it. "Hallelujah, I can't wait to go to bed!" I said with a smile, holding the door open for Sam.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

"Wait, wait, wait." Daisy said quickly. "So you brought us down here with no other way out? What is those- those things get down here? Then we're trapped!" Daisy's voice was slowly rising. "Then what!?" She shouted. Why in the world would this man lead them to a dead end. Things could go terribly wrong and they could all die if there were enough Walkers to break down the door. Or what if they never leave? Then they'd really be stuck.

Daisy took a deep breath and sighed, running a hand through her hand and pressing her back against the wall, slowly sliding down it until she was in a sitting position. She should have just tried to figure things out on her own and go somewhere else in the building. She was sure that she would have been able to find an empty room she could lock herself in until things died down. At least if she would have done that, she'd be able to have an easy escape out a window or something. Daisy hated feeling trapped and that's how she felt right now.

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After walking for another minute or two, we'd finally reached the dorms. I stopped and looked them over, trying to remember one little detail about how our dorm looked. "I think it's that one." I said, remembering how we'd rushed to it because it was one of the few cabins that weren't full when we picked it. "I'm pretty sure of it." I nodded to a cabin on the right.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

My bad, y'all. I'll have a response up by tomorrow. It's real late right now and I'm about to turn in for the night. But I'll have my reply up by the early afternoon. 'Round 12.

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"Ugh, I know that sucks." I frowned. "Hopefully we'll find it. Or hopefully someone will recognize us and flag us over." I looked at the dorms ahead of us, trying to decide if I could make ours out. I couldn't. "I'd hate to walk into the wrong dorm. The other soldiers are gonna think we're lame." I joked and laughed, but made myself stop. It hurt if I laughed too hard.