Lilly's P.O.V.
I walked around the store, looking for anything useful. I came across some bottled pop and chips, not much else.
"Jesus Christ!" I said out loud. My sister ran out from behind an aisle rack.
"Something wrong?" I shook my head and continued
searching. After about ten more minutes of searching, I picked up god-knows-what and threw it through the window. Okay, that wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, not the stupidest either. The breaking glass sound attracted the walkers.
"Oh, shit. RUN!"
Daryl's P.O.V.
"That's it, I guess," Rick said to Glenn and me. We suddenly heard glass breaking and someone shouting. Living people? I saw four people and a dog run down the street being chased by walkers.
"Hurry, get in here," Rick shouted to them and pointing to the car. Problem was, one of them wasn't going to fit.
"Daryl, can one of them ride with you?"
"I don't want some woman bitchin' at me," I told him.
"Fine. Take the one you think is the least bitchy, okay." I looked over the four girls. One was at least sixty, another was only a kid, and twins. Between the twins, the one with the bow and arrow looked the least bitchy. Hopping on my bike, I drove up beside the girl with the bow.
"Hop on," I told her. She ran and jumped on behind me. The other people in her group had made it safely in the other car. With her holding onto me, we sped off.
Lilly's P.O.V.
We rode in silence until we came to a camp.
"We're here. Now get off of my bike," the man in front of me said. I was happy to see that my family was alright, but the guy on the motorcycle annoyed me. The guy from the other car came over to me.
"Hi. I'm Rick Grimes." He extended his hand out to me. I took it.
"My name is Lilly. That is my sister, Milly, my niece, Ashley, and my sister's mother in law, Marie." Rick introduced me to his group. I guess the jackass on the bike was Daryl Dixon.
"We had an attack only last night. We lost some people but we are glad to have you four in the group," Rick said. I smiled and thanked him.
"I'm going hunting," Daryl said to Rick.
"Hey, can I go with you?" He stopped, turned around, and gave me that are-you-crazy look.
"No."
"Why not?" I ran to catch up with him.
"You would scare away my kills." I snorted.
"I've been hunting since I was three. I can also skin them." He looked at me, not quite believing it. I looked back stonily.
"Fine. You can come, but if you make me lose one of my kills I will shoot you in the ass with an arrow." I glared at him.