Yeah, so… my "Daryl-ese" isn't the best. I'll try, but… you just go ahead and imagine how Daryl would say it. Kay? Kay. Thanks.
By the way, the "saving lives" part takes place in chapter two and maybe more chapters. We'll see how it goes.
"Can anybody hear me?" A voice ripped through the morning air. Daryl looked up from where he was crouched. He just shot another squirrel. The group was going to eat well tonight.
"Can anybody hear me…?" He looked around, trying to locate the source of the noise. It sounded like a little girl.
Sophia.
"Sophia!" Daryl called out, crashing through the leaves and branches. "Sophia?"
Daryl didn't care if he almost died for that girl. There was still a chance.
He stopped in his tracks when he realized there was something in front of him. It was a small, black walkie-talkie. "Kid must've dropped the thing." He picked it up and pressed the button to speak.
"Hello?"
The walkie-talkie crackled. "Can you hear me?"
Daryl sighed. It wasn't Sophia. It wasn't her voice. He sat himself down on a rock and put his face in his hands.
What the hell was I thinking…? Of course it wasn't Sophia, you dumbass. Sophia is gone.
He heard another crackle and realized there was still a little girl on the other walkie-talkie, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah," Daryl responded. "I can hear ya fine."
"Good." The girl whimpered.
"You okay over there?"
"Yeah… Well… No… I kind of need a little help."
Daryl chuckled. The last time I went to go help a little girl, I was stabbed with my own arrow and was almost bit by a couple of goddamn walkers. He shook his head. He could hear Merle telling him to stop being such a lady. Darylina.
"What do you need help with?"
"I'm trapped in the place that the CDC used to be; in Atlanta. The monsters are everywhere. I can hear them… There are a lot of them out there… and I've been here for three days." The voice said.
Monsters. That's a new one.
"So you want me to come and save you?" Daryl scoffed.
"Please."
He stopped in his tracks and waited a couple seconds before responding.
"You with anyone?"
"No. It's just me."
This kid is all alone?
"How old are you?"
"I'm twelve."
Damn. This kid had guts. She's survived this long…
"Alright, kid."
Daryl didn't want to stop talking to the kid, because if he did, he felt like he might lose her.
Like he lost Sophia.
"Do you have any parents? Siblings… Anyone?"
"No."
Silence fell between the two.
"I used to." The girl sighed.
Great. I shouldn't have asked her this, Daryl thought. More sad fucking life stories I have to hear.
"I had two sisters and a brother. My sisters were bitten and I don't know where my brother is."
"Parents? Were they bitten, too?" Daryl wanted to know more now. At least if he couldn't find Sophia, he could find this girl.
"Yeah."
"What's your brother's name?"
"Glenn."
Authors Note:
I know this first chapter is pretty short, but I'll make the second one a little longer. I just came up with the idea and I'm working it out, so...
And sorry for the lack of... paragraphs, but this chapter was mainly dialogue.
Thanks for reading!
?: What should I name the girl?