CHAPTER ONE
I sit in my cell, putting on some old boots over my green jeans. I take a long time lacing them, my nervous fingers gently tugging on them. Feeling the dirt caked on from years of wearing them. I stood, rocking back and forth in the strange material.
Finally, I moved on to other things. I grabbed the thick leather jacket, one given to me not but a month ago. It was too big and I didn't like the way it restricted my movements, but Daryl insisted i wear it, at least until we got to the supermarket.
I took my hair back and braided it, letting the red-blonde hair fall down my back, pinning the loose hairs back so they wouldn't distract me.
I left the cell, ignoring the concerned looks from my fellow neighbors as i stepped outside, into the courtyard. My heart was beating faster with each step, my throat restricting as I thought of what I was going to do. I turned a corner and was met with everybody at the gates. Almost everyone was there, Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Daryl, and a few newbies. Like me.
They were in a circle, whispering about something. I knew it was about me.
"She'll do fine!" I heard Daryl say.
"She's not ready, Daryl! What if someone gets hurt? She just lost her father!" Michonne tried to reason.
I cleared my throat, a few people turned to look at me.
"Uh, hey kid." Daryl said, straightening his back. He smiled half way.
Michonne flared her nostrils, nodding towards me. She positioned her sword, and got in one of the vehicles, a black jeep. She was pissed.
Glenn looked uneasy. "Hey, Kyra. We're just waiting on Rick and then we'll be off. He's just feeding the pigs."
I nodded, shielding the sun from my eyes. I walked over to Daryl.
"Where will I be riding?" I ask, looking up at him.
"You're gonna tag along with me." he answered, rumbling through his bag. He hesitated, then turned around, handing me a gun. "This is for emergencies only."
I took the gun, feeling the cool silver in the chilly weather, making me shiver. I hadn't touched a gun in months. I nodded and stuck it in my belt.
Finally, Rick walked up, nodding to Carl, who stood by the gates. He jumped in the same jeep Michonne was in, and Daryl and I were on his motorcycle. Carl opened the gates and I held my breath as we went past dozens of walkers, some slowly limping towards us, some their attention continued to the fence.
I pressed my face against Daryl's jacket, my heart bound to beat out of my chest.
As we drove, I thought of the first time I met Daryl. He was saving us, from the Governor. I didn't believe anything at first. How he had killed all those people... My dad. But, the shock wore off and I had to cope. The Walkers didn't get him. A human did. Right as I thought that was over.
There was no special importance of Daryl. Until some one told Rick that my Dad and I used to hunt. Then Daryl took me under his wing, taking me to target practices and showing me how to really track and kill.
He eventually convinced Rick to let me go on a supply raid. It's my first one and I just don't know what I'm going to do if anything bad happens. Like someone dies.
It took a while for him to convince them, seeing as how I'm so young. And yes, I am young. I'm only seventeen. But, somehow I'm on a motorcycle with Daryl, heading to a near by Piggly Wiggly, and about to throw up.
I'm an orphan. My mother died when this epidemic first broke out. She turned. My father, you already know his story.
We arrived at the supermarket, Daryl and Glenn instantly begin to kill some walkers, and Michonne quickly follows, Rick keeps me huddled by a car, until Michonne hollers that it's clear, and we crawl to the door way. Daryl beats on the glass and we wait.
"How you feeling so far?" he asked, sitting on a low window ledge. I shrugged.
"Nervous." I answered. He let out a short, low, breathy laugh.
"That happens every time, kid." he replied, his bow setting in his lap.