Chapter 1: Separated

I slipped behind a tree, holding my dagger tightly in my hand. Fear shook through me, crawling up my spine like roaches. A man sat on a log eating a squirrel with a clean crossbow in his free hand. He had coldness in his eyes and the sleeves of his shirt were ripped off. He ate slowly, his gip tight on his bow.
Something told me.... He knew I was there...
NOT THE OWNER OF THE WALKING DEAD, OR CHARACTERS OFF AMC WALKING DEAD