No, it had been an abysmal showing. She was supposed to be good at this, a trained fighter. But Annie was only proving herself what she knew: she sucked at her job. It was a miracle she survived the massacre at District 4.

When Daryl found her, she hadn't even bothered to change her clothing since the day before, red hair even more of a mess than usual.

When Daryl entered, she looked up with a small gasp. He had to hate her, now. But she nods. "the needle- her sword- it's, uhm, a special metal. found only in the other realm in one mine. it's, ah, I think where she's gone? The refinery is at the mine. and probably where the needle is."