I own nothing from The Walking Dead, only the character Sam. Enjoy and let me know what you think. x
I stared out the windows of local grocery store absent mindedly, trying to remember everything I needed to pick up. Not paying attention as I turned into the next aisle, I hit someone with my cart.
"Sorry", I mumbled.
As I steered the cart to move the person slowly spun to face me, showing deathly pale skin, covered in blood splatter and vacant grey eyes sizing me up. I hadn't realized the pandemic was spreading this quickly, considering it started in California. Reaching for the first weapon I saw, I swiftly hit the walker across the head with, apparently, an old cane that had been on the floor. Thinking back to everything I knew about walkers, I took the cane and stabbed the walker in the forehead, making sure it was dead. As I looked around to see if there were more, I saw the other people fleeing from the store, being attacked by walkers as they ran. It was a blood bath out there, so I weighed my options. I could either try to leave and be out there with them, or I could clear out the rest of the walkers in here, lock it up and hide out for a while. I thin I'll go with my second option.
Thoroughly walking through each aisle, I scoped out the whole store. Sure, I had to kill about seven walkers, but its still more safe in here than out there. Deciding that it was safe enough, I carefully walked towards the entrance, watching for any movement as I got closer. I saw how empty the parking lot was, apart from the walkers that were now consuming their victims. I guess everyone got the hell out while they had the chance, or died trying. The bodies out there would keep the walkers busy for at least a few hours. I turned the locks on the doors then proceeded to close the blinds on the windows to make it more secure. Right as I went to shut the last set of blinds, a man appeared out of no where, pointing towards the door to let me in.
Panicing, I clumsily closed the blinds and walked towards the doors, trying to rationalize what I would do if hes been bitten. Looking out the doors, I saw the man again. He had bright, blue eyes, a crossbow, but he looked like someone I would want on my side. Quickly turning the lock on one door, he threw himself inside, locking the door behind him while knocking me over at the same time. As I flew back my side smashed into the corner of one of the cash registers, drawing blood. He spun around, finding me on the flood and reached for my arm to help me up.
"Shit. Sorry 'bout that." he said in a Southern accent, not sincere at all.
"Oh, its fine." I mumbled, "Have you been bit?" I asked, taking a step back to be cautious.
"No, n' no scratches either." he answered calmly.
"So. Who are you exactly?" I inquiered.
"Names Daryl. Yours?" he responded.
"Sam. Well, you may as well stay the night. Its safer in here than out there with those freaks." I stated, feeling a little safer now that I wasn't the only one here.
"Either way I was stayin'. I'll take the floor over there by the fruit tables and keep an ear out for them walkers. You sleep on the other side of the table so I can get to you easily if hell breaks loose." he ordered, walking away to look for something to eat.
"What an ass" I mumbled to myself as he turned down an aisle. I walked over to the baking aisle, reaching for a few bags of icing sugar for pillows when I saw a hand reach over my shoulder, taking the bags.
"What the hell? I was gonna use those." I exclaimed as I spun to face Daryl, only to see his smug smile as he turned to walk away. Crouching down while shaking my head, I grabbed four packages of marshmellows then walked back to the table. It must be around 11 p.m., now because its so dark out, and erily quiet. Looking away from the windows, I looked towards the table, trying to see Daryl. Of course, I thought as I saw him in a pile on the ground, hes already asleep. Whatever.
As I lied down I thought about Daryl. I'm actually so relieved to not be alone right now, because I barely know what to do. Seeing that he has a crossbow, he can probably hunt and I'm sure as hell that he can fight with those muscles. He looks so rough and tough already, but those blue eyes... What the hell am I doing?! This needs to stop now! And with that last thought I drifted into sleep.