Love Hurts but so does a Bite
My name is Heather Shepherd. I'm 17 and I am surviving the end of the world, This is my story.
I had moved in with the camp a couple of months ago. I had made friends with all of the people. All of them but one, Daryl Dixon. We got on okay before Merle died, After that he just seemed to not talk anymore, not open up and just hunt. I liked him and I cared for hum much more then I would care to admit. But my feelings could ever be reciprocated as I was a measly 17 and he was 35. What person in their right mind would like someone nearly 20 years younger? Plus I doubt some of the campers would be too happy. Especially Shane. I mean that guy gave me the creeps, I always caught him looking at me or more specifically my chest even when I was trying to take a bath in the lake he would watch from a tree thing I couldn't see him.
I have had just about enough!
" Shane you fucking peado stop staring at me from that pissing tree and clear off!"
I heard a chuckle and a large thump as someone landed on the ground
"What I gotta see something to get me off now a days aint I?"
"You're fucking disgusting"
"What you wanna go yourself? We can both get off then?"
" You wish" I shouted as I got my last piece of clothing.
You didn't have any dignity or privacy in this day and age. Well not with Shane around anyway. I stormed off and slammed into Daryl as I walked past still soaking wet as my clothes stuck to me and water dripping down my face and legs as I had shorts on.
"Watch where your fucking going" Daryl shouted at me
"Well I might be able to if I didn't have shampoo in my eye" I retorted as we had gone on a raid the day before and nicked some. "Well why don't you wash it out then?"
"Because im sick of getting stared at by that fucking twat over there!" I said, glared and stormed off towards my tent
Daryl followed my gaze and saw Shane there stood leaning against a tree with a growing erection and a smirk on his face. Daryl grunted."Low life scum, more bloody important things then getting laid" he said to himself knowing full well that Shane would get what he wanted in the end. He always did. People were too scared of him.