I stared at the twenty huge wolves facing us and was afraid of what was going to happen. I knew that my traveling companions were still capable of fighting, but I was simply exhausted. I looked down and saw the ten renegades I had eliminated. I felt nauseous. This was my first battle too and, above all, it was the first time I had caused death. I looked at my hands and torso, stained with blood and I wished I could wash myself, wash this stain off me, but I knew that was impossible.
The twenty wolves rushed towards us and, to my surprise, they jumped on the remaining renegades. They helped us to end the fight. My whole body was shaking with fatigue. When the last wanderer was killed, Rick went to his companion to take her in his arms. Getting no reaction, he began to panic. That's when I
