This is just something I've had on my laptop for a while, and I thought 'Why not post this?' So typically I'm not a fan of Daryl/OC Stories, but this is just something That I really like for whatever reason. I've always been Caryl shipper.
Anyways, Please let e know what you think but this is the first thing I've EVER published, AND english is not my first language, so be nice, please!
Enjoy!
Lacey was at the well when she heard the screams. She dropped the full bucket in her hands onto the grass splashing her jeans in the process and ran out into the yard.
A man dressed in a light shirt, dark pants and a sheriff's hat was running towards the house, holding a young boy in his arms. Lacey could see that something red was dripping off the boys clothes. Blood.
Her eyes scanned over to the house. Maggie was standing on the porch, the binoculars at her eyes. "Dad!" she screamed and ran into the house.
Lacey stood in one place, frozen. After a few seconds Hershel came out of the house, then Patricia, Maggie and Jimmy who stood there holding a baseball bat. Beth stood in the back, a frightened look on her face.
Lacey began to run to the house. "Was he bit?" she heard Hershel ask the man, pointing at the boy.
The Sheriff was out of breath. "Shot. By your man." he spat out.
"Otis?!" Patricia asked.
The man ignored her. "He said to find Hershel, is that you? Help him! Help my boy!"
Hershel began to roll up his sleeves and guided the rest into the house. Even though Lacey was outside she could hear her dad yelling out commands at Patricia and Maggie.
Lacey turned her gaze to the fields. Otis was heading over to the house with another man right on his heels. She could hear them better as they came closer. "Move you piece of shit!" he yelled at Otis. They were now right in front of the porch.
"Hey, watch it," Lacey warned looking at the guy. He had dark hair with a backpack on his shoulders. Just then the other guy came out of the house and took off his hat. He wiped is hand over his forehead, smearing blood all over it. The other one then went up to him and with a handkerchief wiped it for him. They whispered to each other, and then made their way into the house.
Otis proceeded to follow but Lacey caught his arm and stopped him. "What the hell happened?" Otis dropped his head. His entire body was shaking and shallow breaths escaped from his chest.
"I shot him."
