"Daryl Dixon" She opened her eyes and rolled over on the mattress that lay on the hard ground and sighed before closing her eyes once more, "Daryl Dixon" That was the last conscious thought that passed through her mind.
Jayce was up early the next day, at first she thought she was the only one awake but of course she was mistaken. No one was up before the hunter of the group, Daryl. The quiet redneck that kept to himself and only really spoke to his brother; Merle. Merle was a loud mouth who had to voice his opinion on pretty much everything, unlike his younger sibling.
Although Jayce was the newest member to arrive to the group she had still been with them for what was about five months. She had connected well with all the women but more with Amy; the younger sister of Andrea. She was Jayce's age or closest to her to age. She was twenty seven and Amy was what Jayce guessed to be about twenty four maybe twenty five.
Jayce was sitting around campfire she had built up, not high enough to attract walkers because that was the last thing the group needed. Walkers; that was the name we had given the dead that had started walking the earth. Very much like zombies but calling them that would have been silly and cliché so with a small unspoken understanding agreement everyone called them walkers or geeks.
The small flames were keeping her lower legs and ankles warm but still she fought the urge to shiver as the chill of the morning air swept over and through the material of her long sleeved shirt. Jayce turned slightly to the side and pulled her jacket over her arms. An eerie feeling came over her and she turned once again to find Amy walking out of the tree line.
"What's she doing up? And on her own?" Jayce wondered and she turned back towards the fire knowing that Amy probably hadn't seen her as she climbed back into the RV. She felt another chill wash over her and Jayce pulled the jacket tighter over her shoulders before turning back to the trees after hearing a stick break. Daryl came into Jayce's view, his right hand holding his beloved crossbow while his left was at the front of his pants, readjusting himself. Three guesses on what they were up to. There was a small pang in her chest, "Jealousy? That's stupid, it's not like I like him or anything" She shook her head and washed the feeling away. Once again she faced the flames and watched the orange colours flick and dance over the black wood.
