Holding on and letting go
I will find you
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Flash backs are in italics
One of the hardest things in life is letting go, it's a life that over the last two years I have had to get used to I suppose everyone had to. It was September 2011 when the virus broke out and I heard for the first time, their where a couple of cases in Miami where people had gone 'crazy' and started taking chunks out of their co-workers. I should have known it was something serious when it showed the soldiers evacuating from Afghanistan to come home to America. That gave my hope they were coming home⦠the man I loved was coming home. That was two years ago and now I reside on the border of Atlanta, I hadn't seen him. I should have known I would never see him again after the day I got evacuated from our house and brought to Tallahassee but one part of me didn't want to give up. The plan wasn't working the plan to clean up America wasn't working; it had been left to rot into the ground. Sometimes I wonder if it has hit the rest of the world and if not how do they live knowing a once thriving amazing country has burnt to the ground and is now the home of the undead.
I was sat on a mattress in the corner of a dark pokey room I shared with two other teenage girls; It wasn't that bad after all I am only twenty two. I stared down at the photograph in my hand it was taken about four years ago I was only 18, He was 23 I always had a thing for older boys, it was Christmas and we were both sat in front of the tree with big smiles on our faces. I remembered how that Christmas Merle got drunk and set the tree on fire but Daryl managed to save it, I laughed to myself what I would give for another messed up Christmas like that. There was a quite knock on the door and I looked up still holding the photo of him in my hand. "Ronnie" a quiet voice called. I looked up and smiled at the skinny teenage boy stood in front of me.
"Hey Jasper" I said after clearing my throat.
He smiled and looked down at the photo in my hand. "We made food. Nothing fancy just soup and Megan baked some bread, it's not the best but" he lead of and shrugged. Jasper was a nice boy only seventeen but he had a good heart.
I shook my head. "It's fine I am not that hungry" I told him, he pulled a face at me this will be the third day in a row I have not eaten.
"It's coming up to that time of year again?" he asked knowing full well the answer.
I nodded and looked back down at the photo "Already" I mumbled running my thumb over his face.
"You miss him" he stated.
"More than you will ever know" I whispered. Jasper stepped into the room closing the door behind him. He walked over and sat on the mattress across from mine. He understood the rule of personal space.
"You have come a long way Ronnie. When we found you, you were a mess and dying" he stated I nodded remembering, I was in agony and heart broken. I closed my eyes to stop myself from shedding any tears.
"I am thankful you saved me Jasper I am thankful for all of you. I can't help but want to find him" I told him truthfully.
"He was on the front line Ronnie. We saw what happened to the rest of the troops. We have no form of commination no idea where he was based. The chances of finding him ar-"I raised my hand and cut him off.
"You have told me, slim to none" I finished for him he shot me a sympathetic look, when I said it, it sounded harsh.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled. He sat there for another thirty seconds or so in silence before getting up.
"I'll make sure everyone leave you some food you can come for it later if you like?" he asked I didn't bother looking up at him as I knew he would anyway, he has done for the last two nights I'm sure he liked to believe I ate when everyone else was asleep.
I lead down on my bed placing the picture right next to my head on my pillow I closed my eyes to relive the last time I spoke to him.
I was at the house sat on the porch reading a book; the sun in Texas was hot as always never a let-down. I gazed out to the perfect view in front of me the fields and the horses. The only thing that could have made it better is if Daryl was sat next to me holding my hand. He left for Afghanistan ten weeks ago and I had only heard from him once. I smiled knowing soon he would call again he tried to call whenever he could but I knew it was going to be hard. I ran my hand across my stomach I had exciting news for him so I hoped he would call. As if by magic the phone began to ring I smiled and dashed inside to grab it. 'Hello' I answered quickly waiting for a reply. 'Baby' a tired voice whispered through the line. I clutched the phone tighter in my hand and lent against the wall smiling, it was so good to hear his voice. 'Daryl' I whispered back. 'Baby I need you to turn on the news' he told me I frowned and walked into the living room. 'What's wrong?' I asked. He didn't answer; I turned on the TV onto the news channel and turned it up. 'It's going to be okay Ron' he reassured me. I shook my head. 'I'm scared' I told him. Zombies? Like real man eating Zombies, wake up Ronnie. 'Lock the doors, I swear to god I will come and get you I will protect you' Daryl told me through the phone, I knew he would he a protector and a survivor. 'Protect us' I whispered. 'Us?' he asked. I laughed quietly and looked down and my stomach I was just starting to show I was 5 months, how I had not found out sooner I don't know. 'Daryl I tried getting through to you but it was next to impossible I always had to wait for your call' I told him. 'Ronnie?' he asked I could tell he was smiling he knew what I was going to say. Daryl had never been opposed to children he always told me he wanted us to be a family. 'Ron I have to go I love you remember that okay promise me you will not leave the house' he said quickly the smile dropped from my face. 'Promise me' he repeated. I opened my mouth but no words came out. 'I love you so much Ronnie' Daryl said his voice sounded different he sounded like he was holding back tears, just what was he seeing. 'I love you too Daryl' I whispered, suddenly the line went dead. 'Daryl?' I asked but it was too late he was gone.
I quickly flicked the TV off and grabbed my phone tighter 'Daryl what's going on?' I asked in a more worried voice.
My dreams where interrupted by one of the girls I share the room with, Terri. "Ronnie wake up we have walkers" she said in a panicked voice, I sat bolt upright and looked at her.
"How many?" I asked.
"At least a hundred counted, Marvin says we gotta go pack your stuff quick" she told me I looked down we had not moved in 4 months this place was really starting to feel like home.
"Go where?" I asked looking back up at the younger girl.
She stopped throwing things in her bag "I don't know" she was scared then again we were all scared constantly on the road from the undead. I packed up my stuff and bent down to grab my photo; I placed a kiss on it and shoved it in my pocket.
I dragged my bag out to the lorry we travelled in, it was a gas guzzler but we could take a lot with us and fit everyone in it. I spotted Marvin at the fence fighting off walkers that where trying to get in. "Marv hurry up" Jasper called from the driver seat, one good thing about the apocalypse, no need for a drivers licence.
Marvin stabbed one last walked through the skull before turning and running to the truck. With everyone on board we started to drive. There was ten of us we had kept that number for a while we had been lucky but really we were just good at hiding and not being seen. Driving in the day is something different for us, it scared me. I looked over at the tanned man who was rubbing his wrist. "Where are we going Marvin?" I asked the question that was on everyone's mind. The bad thing about Marvin is that he wasn't a big talker and that was a bad trade to have when everyone looked at you as if you where their leader.
"The country side maybe find a small town we can build walls around. We need to stock up on building equipment anything, if you find cement you get it, and screws, nails, wood anything you bring it back to where we set up" He told the group all the glum faces in the back of the truck nodded. "We are staying away from all the big city's so get used to the sight of grass people" Marvin muttered.
"I'd take grass over walkers any day" Terri joked.
They all began to talk amongst themselves I pulled out the picture and looked at it, it never got boring to me every time I looked at it I remembered a different memory of him. I know he is alive Daryl Dixon is a survivor I know that, I don't care how I do it or even if I have to do it alone I am going to find him.Well thank you for reading sorry about no Daryl in this chapter but the next one is based on him and his group, please leave feedback and ideas let me know if you like it or not. Thank you for your time again.
