Authors Note: Hello everyone! As you can see, I'm getting my zombie fix lately. Ahh, so time for a Walking Dead fanfic. An original character, and hopefully Daryl feels later. Also! Don't be alarmed in future chapters when points of view switch. I'll probably switch between Daryl and Layla a bunch. But enjoy yourself! :D
The world was oddly quiet with no sounds from animals or even the wind. There was no light from the moon, only the little light given by the stars. It was the atmosphere that Layla loved the most. She made her way quietly through the trees, grasping onto low branches and swinging from limb to limb as she followed the small party of people below her. She had honestly thought that someone would notice, especially the guy with the crossbow. He had been leading the small group to follow a trail of some sort. Admittedly, she had been watching them for a while now, coming across the prison they had taken completely by accident. She shook her head of the thoughts and continued to follow quietly so she could listen to any conversation that were to be said.
"Daryl, are ya sure there is really someone out here?" The question had come from the man that was directly behind the guy with the crossbow. She studied him for a moment as the small party stopped and the leader looked at him with irritation.
"Do ya really think I would've brought y'all out here if didn't?" The leader rolled his eyes and continued on, following tracks of some sort. As they moved forward a feeling of unease began to grow in Layla's gut. She was beginning to think that maybe they were following her tracks even though she had been sure she had covered her recent ones. Layla observed the group, taking note of their appearances. She only had one name and it had been applied to the sandy-blonde male leading the others. There was the one following closely behind him with dark hair and dark stubble on his face. The last one of the group was a small Asian guy who looked not that much older than Layla. In fact, she could almost guarantee he was younger.
Catching a sigh of irritation from letting her thoughts get away from her, Layla frowned as the feeling in her gut became more prominent. She knew they were getting close to where she had been camping out though she was sure that wasn't the problem. It was something else that was bothering her. Frowning deeply, she slid down to lower branches just low enough to ambush if one of the flesh rotting meat bags came close to the party.
To her surprise, the one leading stopped. The other two followed suit and looked at him curiously.
"Shh." Layla held her breath as the leader looked around and raised his crossbow up to eye level. They moved slowly forward and she knew they had finally found her campsite. There was a small tent on the ground though she only used it to store any food she found, and remains of a small fire.
"Told ya." There was no reply as the guy with the crossbow moved forward and carefully decided to peek into the tent. Layla took a step forward on the branch she was standing on, anticipation causing her flesh to crawl.
"It's empty. But I know there was someone here." The man came back out and looked at the other two with a telling frown. Layla nearly let out a sigh of relief when she took a step back and lost her footing. She wasn't sure if it was her bad luck or just that she was not being chased by flesh eating monsters, but instead of gaining her balance back like she would normally do she instead wobbled tediously on the branch then slid off, landing on her ass in a flurry of red hair and flailing arms right behind the Asian kid.
"Shit."