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This chapter is very short, I'm just trying out new things. I have so many ideas tumbling around inside my brain that I decided I need to try and get some out! Thank you all for reading, and feel free to favorite, follow, or review!
The smell of rotting flesh filled the air. That's the only thing I could ever smell. The dead corpses stumbled around the woods, and I watched them from my tree branch. I had come out here in search of food, whether it be something that I would have to kill or something that I could forage. I just needed something to eat.
A light rustling sound came from the bushes down below, and I quickly pulled my gun out, ready to shoot. A little squirrel ran out of the bushes and I put my gun down. If I shot that, the bullet would probably make the poor thing explode and it wouldn't be edible.
A quick movement caught my eye, and I looked down to see the squirrel lying dead in the leaves, an arrow sticking out of it. "What the hell?" I muttered. A tall man with short shaggy brown hair and a cross bow slung across his broad back walked out from behind a tree and went and pulled the arrow out of the squirrel.
He dropped the dead body into a small sack he was carrying. He looked around the forest for a little bit before walking off, and I quietly slid down the tree and followed him. I followed him for a good while until I started to realize that the environment was similar. He was taking me in circles!
"What do yeh want?" His voice was gruff and his accent was thick. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter, trying to make myself seem tougher than I was actually feeling.
"I wanted to see where you were going with that squirrel." He scoffed.
"That ain't none of yer business. Yah need to go on yer own way, I ain't got time for yer shit." He turned around and walked off. I continued to follow him.
"Listen here, I won't hesitate to take this arrow and shoot yah in yer god damned head. So turn back around, and mind yer own." He was getting pissed now.
I hesitated for a minute, but then called out, "I'm just hungry. I'm sorry that I had to be so stalkerish, but I just saw that squirrel and I'm dying for some food." He eyed me cautiously before clicking his tongue.
"C'mon girl. Let's go." He said jerking his head.
"You mean it?" I ask joyously.
"If yah want to go, then shut up and start walkin." He barked. I followed him all the way back to a small campsite. There was an RV and quite a large group of people.
"You have a whole camp? I thought that maybe it was just you!" I exclaimed.
"I never said that. C'mon." He demanded.
A loud voice then burst through the air. "Hot damn, baby brother! Yah left to go get food and yah came back with this hot piece of ass. Good job. Maybe yah weren't as gay as I thought yah were." The sound was hickish as hell, and it was mocking. The man was larger than his brother, both in stature and build.
"Leave her alone, Merle. C'mon girl." I then decided to speak up.
"I have a name you know. It's Samantha. You never told me your name." He rolled his eyes.
"Daryl Dixon." His name fit his appearance. Rough and so very country. I smiled. I liked that name. A man stepped in front of us, and I backed up quickly. He was in a worn pair of jeans and a brown shirt with a badge on it. He was a cop before all the shit went down apparently.
"Who the hell is this?" He demanded, and I felt nervous. What if he made me leave?
"This here's Samantha. Found her out in the woods. She was all alone, looking for food." Daryl sounded irritated, like he didn't want to deal with the cop's shit.
"So you just thought it would be okay to bring her here without asking anyone else? She could be dangerous!"
"Shane, calm down. Look at her, let's just give her a chance." A tall, slim brunette came over, placing her hand on his arm. I assumed they were married.
"My name is Lori Grimes. Ignore Shane, that's what everyone else does. And make yourself at home." She said, gesturing towards the campsite that had an assortment of people in it. I smiled to myself.
Home.