Hey everyone, so I'm starting a new Walking Dead Fanfic until I can figure out what to do with Cut Up Angels. DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT ABANDONING IT... yet. It depends on what kind of feedback I get on this story. I honestly felt like I wasn't writing enough, I wasn't a fan of the way I was writing Daryl, I didn't like Kristina in the fanfic. It was a hotmess and a half. If ya'll really want me to continue, please let me know but this story is already impressing me more than cut up angels has. I like the way I'm writing this. I feel like I'm showing off the writing skills I actually have and Cut up angels was making me look incapable of anything. SO let me know.
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"Where ya goin'?" Michael asked me as I stood up from around the fire. I brushed a strand of hair from out of my face and sighed loudly.
"I 'unno. Can't stand just sittin' 'round though." I grumbled, grabbing the club that sat beside me on the log. I hooked it though my belt loops and headed down towards the river.
It had been almost four weeks since the outbreak and I had left with a group of people from my job. As computer analysts we weren't really as prepared for the apocalypse as people who had more… hands on… hard working jobs. But if you needed to hack into a mainframe of a computer, I was your gal.
I pulled my shoes off and rolled my jeans up to just below my knee and waded into the river, enjoying the feeling of the cool, refreshing water on my skin. Being in Georgia had it's ups and downs, one of the downs being the unrelenting heat of the long-Indian summer we were in the middle of. I could barely take the heat during the day and spent most of my time down at the river, washing clothes and gathering water just to have an excuse to be half naked and soaking wet.
Michael, the man I had been interested in for almost two years was telling me how the day of the outbreak he was going to call in sick, but decided to come in anyway, seeing as it was one of the last days we could receive over time. If he had stayed home, he probably wouldn't have survived because his room-mate came home early after noon after having been bitten by a biter a couple hours earlier.
He turned in his bed and killed his other room-mate, Michaels dog and the cat who had taken up residence on their closed in front porch. It was a bloodbath when we had gone back so we could all grab clothes and personal belongings.
Mary, an older woman who I sat next to while at work had a husband who was at home during the outbreak.. He didn't make it. When we stepped foot into her house he had charged us and I was the only one who reacted fast enough and caught him in the temple with a letter opener I had grabbed off my desk. Her kids lived in Massachusetts, and she had gotten a hold of them before all the cell phone towers had gone down and everyone was doing okay. Our plan was to head up there after the winter and see if they had made it.
Vick was our boss. Younger guy, full of energy and spunk. Had a lot of potential to make it to the head office but his dream was cut short by the rising of the dead. He was strong, big arms and a lean body that made most of the girls in the office swoon, including me. He was nice to look at but jeez, the man couldn't be a bigger douche bag if he wore an Ed Hardy snap-back to work every day. He thought he was better than all of us, and proceeded to tell us so the day of the outbreak. He said he couldn't be more fucked, being suck with a group of shmucks like us.
As I waded deeper into the river, not really caring anymore if my pant legs got wet I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the bank, sinking into the water up to my neck, letting out a loud sigh.
It felt so good to not be sweating off my non-existent balls. I dipped my head back and let my long, blonde hair out of its pony tail and dipped it into the water. I stayed there like that for a good five minutes before standing up. I wrung my hair out and pulled it back up into a pony tail and waded back to shore.
I pulled my shirt over my head and sat down on a rock for a moment watching as the sun set behind the trees.
The first week of the outbreak we had stayed anywhere that had a lock on the door, but as the number of biters increased in Atlanta, we had to make our way towards the outskirts. We ended up at an abandoned campsite a couple miles away from the city and set up camp.
There had been eight of us the first day but our group slowly dwindled down to the four of us.
Survival of the fittest, right? I suddenly don't regret all the late night work outs in the living room of my apartment, doing ridiculous cardio and muscles exercises with weights wrapped around my ankles and wrists.
I was able to run a good ten miles before even being winded, but then again, I was able to run at my own pace and stop if I needed to, and I wasn't being chased down by herds of people trying to rip me limb from limb.
Once it was dark I made my way back to camp to find everyone sharing a can of chicken noodle soup. I sat down next to Michael and sighed loudly, lifting my arms above my head in a dramatic stretch. My poor muscles still weren't used to sleeping on nothing but a thin later of padding. I missed my pillow top, king sized bed.
"We should make a drive into the city tomorrow, look for supplies." Vick said as he passed the can of soup to me. I nodded and took a spoonful before handing it to Michael.
"How low are we on food?" I asked, resting my head in my hands, rubbing my forehead with the heel of my palms.
"We got 'bout four cans of soup left, box of goldfish crackers and some wheat thins." Michael said, rummaging through our food bag.
As cute as Michael was, he was no good at fending off biters. He would freeze up and just stand there in paralyzed shock while they came at him. I saved his life a couple times before I finally told him to just stay in the car and be the driver.
Mary shook her head and handed the can of soup to Vick. "I'll stay here, incase anyone comes by." She whispered. She was around fifty-five, still strong and full of life though. She was still scared of the biters. We all were. Anyone who said other wise was lying.
"I'll go." I volunteered after another long, drawn out sigh of exhaustion. Vick narrowed his eyes at me suddenly, pursing his lips together. I narrowed my eyes right back at him, "What? I'm the only one here besides you who can actually put one of those things down without freezing up." I grumbled, suddenly regretting my words as I heard Michael clear his through, setting the empty can of soup on the ground.
"Fine, we leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow, be ready." Vick spat, standing up and walking towards his truck. I huffed loudly, pushing myself to my feet and started towards my tent, upset that Vick still didn't trust me to have his back.
I was far more qualified to go into town than Mary and Michael put together. I held my own in the group and everyone but Vick saw that. I don't know why it bothered me so much but shit, I hated being treated like a damsel in distress, or a child.
I made sure I pulled my own weight at camp and I felt like I should be treated like everyone else.
I tossed and turned most of the night. Like every night since we made camp out here. Sleeping outside wasn't ideal for me. I had never been the 'outdoorsy' type of girl.
I enjoyed my acrylic nails- which I had ripped off two days after the outbreak due to all the dry blood which had accumulated underneath them-, I loved getting my hair done and doing my make up and now all of that was no more. I was always dirty and smelled bad, my hair was greasy and my clothes were torn and blood stained.
I felt like a savage.
I was a savage.
I had killed people I worked with. Neighbors of mine. Kids I used to baby sit.
"Would you shut th'fuck up?" Vick hissed back at me as we crept down the ally. "S'people comin'." Since the outbreak, Vicks southern accent had grown much stronger. I think he tried to tone it back for work to sound more professional, and now that we didn't have a job anymore, he didn't give a single fuck.
"Ya could'a asked nicely." I grumbled under my breath which got me a fiery glare. I shut my mouth and pulled the club free from my belt loops as Vick and I took a step out into the main road.
We were caught in what looked like an old country shoot out, Vick and I standing on one side of the street, our weapons drawn as the group of others drew their weapons.
The one who looked like he was in charge was wearing a policemans uniform and I suddenly grew nervous of the bag of weed I had picked off some guy laying on the street. It made me chuckle because what was the guy gonna do?
Arrest me?
I snorted quietly, which won me another angry glare from Vick.
"We ain't gon' hurt ya." Vick called out to them after a moment of silence between the two groups. "We's jus' trynna look fer supplies, then head back to camp." He explained, holding his gun in the air along with his other hand. I rolled my eyes and also surrendered, putting my club back through my belt loop and holding my hands up lazily.
"S'just the two of you?" The police officer called back. Vick shook his head and took a slow step forward. I gawked at him and shook my head, stepping back incase they fired on him.
I saw one of the men behind the officer chuckle and smirk, pulling his loaded crossbow up to his cheek.
"Naw, we got two otha's at our camp up in the woods." Vick answered. Why was he telling them all of this!? So they could track us later tonight and then kill all of us and take all our supplies. I shook my head again and put my hands at my sides, standing there, shifting my weight from one foot to the other nervously.
Vick looked back at me and motioned for me to walk forward with him. I gave him a look of utter bewilderment and shook my head, stepping back some more.
"We ain't gon' fire." The officer called out, seeing my obvious fear at all their raised weapons. The officer gestured his hands for the group behind him to lower the guns. When I didn't have four men pointing loaded weapons at my head did I finally decided to walk towards them, still pretty cautious though.
"S'yer names?" The officer asked, extending his hand to us. Vick reach forward and gripped the officers hand in his.
"Names Vick." He nodded and then looked back at me. "An' this is Kristina." he explained. I extended my hand to the officers hand gently and then scanned the rest of his group.
"Well Vick, I'm Rick, this is Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog." He rattled off their names so fast I didn't know what name belonged to who.
"Rick and Vick." I giggled, my immature since of humor finally catching up to me since the outbreak happened. All the men looked at me with raised eyebrows like I was wearing a hot, neon pink helmet that said "Handicapped" on it. I stopped giggling and kicked my feet at the ground nervously, not making eye contact with any of the men while Vick shook hands with everyone.
"S'all of ya?" Vick asked, running his hands through his short brown hair. Rick shook his head and pointed up towards the quarry.
"Nah, we got a few others up in the hills. Trynna find supplies and a man that went… missin' from our group." The man who had been holding the cross bow snorted loudly and shook his head.
"Missin'?" He scoffed. "Ya' fuckers handcuffed him to a roof then lost the fuckin' key!" He nearly shouted. "He escaped, is what he did." He growled, clearly upset about the man who had gone missing.. I mean escaped…
"Why did'chya handcuff 'im to a roof?" I blurted out, instantly covering my mouth with my hands after I let the word vomit escape my lips.
"S'actin' out. He's a danger to our group so we did what we hat'ta do." Rick nodded, smiling at me softly. He had really kind eyes and a warm smile that suddenly made me wish I was part of his group and not stuck with Vick the Prick.
I snickered at my internal joke, which once again, won me another cold stare from the Prick himself.
"Ya'll are welcome to join our group." Rick offered. "We've got more than enough room up near the quarry and there is sure has hell safety in numbers." He added, nodding back at his group. I glanced up from the ground and noticed that the man who was upset about the escapee was staring at me, a small smirk turned the corner of his mouth up.
I gasped softly and panicked, not knowing what to do as I felt his eyes burn a hole in my forehead.
"Mind followin' us back to our camp s'we can get the rest of our people?" Vick asked, motioning for the larger group to follow him to our car.
I ran my hands down my face in pure exasperation as I watched Michael and Mary try to set up their tents in the new camp.
"Morons." I mumbled to myself. "I'm surrounded by morons." I shook my head as I heard a chuckle from behind me. I turned to see the man with the cross bow, smirking as he leaned against a tree, watching the pair try and set up their tents. "We're computer analysts. Those two could hack into the pentagon if they wanted to but they can't set up a god damned tent." I teased.
The man laughed out loud, shaking his head. "Look's ta'me like ya got yer tent all set up n'ready to go." He nodded towards the pink tent I had picked out from my local camping supply store before we made our way to the woods.
"I'm really, really… and I mean like so freaking good at reading instructions." I said in a know it all tone. The man took a step towards me, extending his hand.
"Daryl." He looked down at me and smirked gently. "Dunno if ya caught it back'n Atlanta." His voice sent shivers down my spine as his icy blue eyes pierced mine. I was suddenly at a loss for words. Stumbling to say anything so I didn't look like a fool.
"Pretty name." I blurted out, closing my eyes the second I said it. Word vomit. Lots of word vomit.
I opened my eyes and saw Daryl looking at me like I had that helmet on again. "I meant nice name. Nice." I explained through a lot of throat clearing and kicking at the ground nervously. "I-" I pointed at my nose, "am Kristina, incase you forgot." I explained, smiling uncomfortably as Daryl leaned on the tree next to me, smirking.
"I didn't ferget." His voice was low again, and I felt that lump in my throat growing larger and larger.
Daryl was fucking hot. I couldn't deny that. He was rugged looking, like being outdoors came natural to him. He was a wild-man. And I liked it.
It was like those sappy love novels I read. The ones where the woman is always rich and beautiful and the leading man is a stable boy or some shit. I loved those novels and suddenly felt like I was in one. Living my own naughty story book.
I tried to run my fingers through my hair but accidentally miscalculated my movements and poked myself in the eye.
"For the love of Mary and all that is fucking Holy." I whimpered, holding a hand over my eye.
Daryl snickered and bit his bottom lip.
All in all, I think my first impression with Daryl went over pretty smoothly.