As the sun rose from behind the grassy hills of a burning the farm, I woke. Everything seemed so...peaceful. Long strips of grass protected from the horrors of outside. The tin-cans hanging from worn-out string warned us, but right here, right now, there was nothing to be afraid of.
My eyes took a while to adjust, the sun was shining attentively bright this morning. Hope. This gave me hope. Things will get better. I told myself. They will.
I saw Daryl staring at me, I stared back for a moment- then looked away. My green backpack was laid cushioning my head. I sat up, grabbed it, and scavenged for some food.
'I managed to take some cans before the place went up in flames,' He said.
I bit my chapped lip awkwardly and continued searching.
Daryl's lips curved slightly, forming a sly smile, 'Morning, by the way,' he added.
Oh, how his charm was so irresistibly sexy.
His hand reached out to me, in the center of his palm was a can, it didn't have a label on informing me of the product, but in situations like these, I really didn't care. I pealed back the lid and picked the carrots from the tin.
I wasn't sure of the time, the day or the month. My father, Hershel has the most stunning watch. Since the outbreak began, he always kept track of the time, the day, the months. Every morning at 6AM, he'd wake me and my sister-Maggie, tell us the time and explain the significance of maintaining both normality and humanity. As the days went on, as we watched all of those we loved dearly burn up and turn, myself, Maggie, Otis, Patricia, we all just stopped caring. If time was so precious, why wouldn't it buy us longer with the ones we love the most? But not daddy. He never gave up faith, not even in the simplest things such as time. He was the one who gave me strength, who gave me hope. I owe him so much. I hope he's alive, I hope I get time to repay that debt. Maybe if daddy had faith in time, time will have faith in me, Maggie and daddy.
'You finished with those carrots?' Daryl asked.
'Yeah, I'm cold though,' Everything was silent. 'It must be winter sunshine,' I added with a nervous laugh. He shuffled up closer to me and embraced me tightly.
Something changed, the glitter in his eye, the sound of his voice, the muscles in his arms. I wanted him badly. He started rubbing his palm around my upper thigh. I was so turned on. I pressed my lips against his but there was an urgency to his response, his lips was moving rhythmically with his hands, as he was rubbing me all over but something wasn't right. As his teeth and lips bit and sucked my neck, I could feel his pulse beating, pounding. He unhooked my bra and started to kiss my breasts.
I could hear footsteps... I could hear screaming, the roar of bullets, the sinister snarl of knives, the squeal of popped veins and the crack of lifeless skulls shattering to the ground beneath them.
Daryl has a pistol pressed towards his temple. I had a knife scraping the tender skin around my neck.
A loud laugh echoed. 'Take them to Woodbury,'.
