CHAPTER TWO
"Kyra, wake up," Daryl grunted above me. I slowly opened my eyes, barely able to see in the dark. Was it even morning yet?

"What?" I groaned, rolling over.

"No, you can't go back to sleep. We're leaving," he shook me gently, hovering over me and trapping me with his arms.

"Why?" I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down. I buried my face in his neck and closed my eyes again. I wasn't a morning person.

"We're leaving. C'mon I don't have time to play around," he pried me away from him, earning my nails the right to claw against him as they went.

"Daryl, honey, just a few more minutes," I let go of him and rolled around again.

He sighed loudly and got off the bed. I listened as he walked across the floor.

"I'm coming back in a few minutes and you best be up and ready to leave."

The opening and closing of our door and then he was gone.

I groaned and rolled on my back, slowly opening my eyes. Why did we have to leave so freaking early?

I got up, even though I was annoyed, and changed from my pajama pants to some dirty jeans. I left the sweatshirt I was sleeping in on and ran my fingers through my hair to try and brush it out. It probably didn't work.

It was getting longer, though. Not too much. It was almost touching my shoulders in the front. That was pretty exciting...

I went to the bathroom and turned on the little battery powered lamp on the sink and brushed my teeth. God knows if Daryl did that yet. Or how long Daryl had been up. Or if he ever went to sleep...

By the time I was done, Daryl walked through the door, jeans and his biker jacket over a flannel.

"You ready?" he asked, hanging halfway through the door. I nodded, looking around the room.

This wouldn't be the last time I seen it, I would make sure of that.

"Let's go then."

"Why are we leaving so early?" I asked as I walked across the room to him.

"Because I want to get out as soon as possible."

Liar. He was trying to avoid Michonne and Raul.

Sure enough as we walked out the front door, Michonne was waiting on the porch. He didn't say anything to her, just picked up a bag off the steps and walked over to the truck and threw it in the back.

I stopped and looked at her, my heart breaking as she stared down Daryl. Why did she have to care so much? Why couldn't she just let us go?

The door opened behind me and Tray walked out, Morgan and Robert behind him.

"We're you gonna leave and not say bye?" he asked, half smiling.

I shrugged, not sure of what to say. I looked at Robert, who's hands were wrapped around Tray's leg.

Daryl came back up the steps, and everything was oddly silent. We all just stared at each other.

I leaned closer to Daryl and he possessively put his arm around me, as if he was telling everyone we were going and there wasn't anything they could do about it.

"Well," I started, but was quickly interrupted.

"Don't go."

"What?" Daryl asked, annoyance or anger, I wasn't sure which one, escaped into his words.

"Don't," she stood up.

"Krya, get in the truck," his arm slid from my shoulders.

"Daryl.." I tried.

"Seriously, Daryl, don't go. You don't know what's going to happen out there." her voice got progressively louder.

"Michonne," Tray warned.

"Get in the truck," Daryl turned, his hand gripping my arm. He started down the steps, all but dragging me down with him.

"Daryl!" she nearly screamed. "Don't go! Think of Kyra!"

"I am!" he hollered back, not turning.

"She's pregnant! You'll kill the baby, Daryl! Think of the baby!" she charged down the steps after us.

Daryl let go of my arm as he swung around.

"Don't threaten my baby," his voice was low.

My heart picked up it's pace as I looked at everyone's face, Raul had just came through the door, looking sleepy and confused.

"I didn't, Daryl. I'm trying to look out for it," Michonne explained herself.

"Get in the truck," Daryl once again demanded.

"I want to say bye," I demanded back, but my voice trembled and I didn't look as brave as I wanted to.

"No."

"Yes, Daryl."

"Get in the truck, Kyra."

"Let her at least say bye! You're going to send her to her death! Might as well!" Michonne crossed her arms. Daryl was livid.

"Michonne!" Morgan shouted, her hand covering her mouth. My heart sped up. It was going to fly out of my chest.

"Daryl, please don't do this. Just stay!"

"Michonne, we're going," I said firmly.

"Kyra, for gods sake, get in the damn truck," he begged.

I ignored him and walked over to Robert, bending down and holding my arms out. He ran into them, his small arms wrapped around my neck. I squeezed him, feeling pricks of tears. This would not be the last time I hugged him.

"Hey, you're gonna take care of Bonnet for me, right?" I asked, my face buried in his curly hair.

"Yeah, I promise." he nodded his head and I pulled away.

"Be careful, ok? I'll see you in a week," I said with confidence. He smiled and nodded.

The next person I hugged was Morgan. She clung to me like I was a daughter, although she was only ten or so years older than me.

By the time we let go, we were both teary eyed. This would not be the last time I hugged her.

As soon as my arms were free of Morgan, Tray had me in his grip.

He hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back. Forget teary eyed, I was now crying.

"We love you, Ky. Don't forget that, ok? You're gonna come back, ok?"

"This won't be the last time we hug," I agreed, pulling away.

Tray smiled down at me and wiped the tears from my eyes like a big brother.

"This won't be. I'm serious, don't listen to Michonne. You'll be fine. You'll come back. And the baby, Kyra, the baby will be fine."

"Thanks, Tray," I nodded, my hands awkwardly by my side, his hands planted on either side of my face.

"I love you, sweets. See you in a week," he landed a kiss on my forehead before letting me go.

I looked at Michonne. She wasn't really the huggy type.

"Bye, Michonne."

She didn't answer.

I walked away to the truck, Daryl in the front seat.

"What took you so long?" he grunted as I crawled in the front seat.

"Just go," I sighed.

But, as soon as he started the truck, Raul was in front of it, waving his hands.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl cried out, hitting the steering wheel. He rolled his window down. "Move!"

"Let me pray over you three!"

Three. Daryl, me, the baby.

"Raul, we don't have time for this."

"It'll take two minutes! Just, please get out of the car!"

Daryl looked at me. "I'm gonna fucking kill this prick," he whispered before angrily opening the door.

I followed him, glad for the delay.

Don't get me wrong, I wanted to go as badly as Daryl. But I didn't want to leave everyone. Michonne's warning had just creeped me out. I would be back in a week.

Daryl didn't want to. You could tell by the look on his face he did not want to get into this prayer circle but, he did. Wether it was to shut Raul up or if it was because he really did think the baby needed prayers, he agreed to hold the of Raul, who held Michonne's hand, who held Morgan's hand, who held Robert's hand, who held Tray's hand, who held my hand, and I held Daryl's.

Michonne was all but shaking, eyeing the ground. She didn't want us to go. Why? Why did she not want us to go so bad? Was it a bad gut feeling? Was she afraid something would happen to us out there?

"Dear Heavenly Father, I come before you this morning to ask you to watch over this group..."

Everybody's heads were bowed, except for mine. I looked at everyone's faces, looked up at Daryl's, who's jaw was clenched, looked over at Tray's, who was squeezing my hand.

I just wished the other two boys were out here so I could say bye to them. I would miss them too.

It's only a week.

"... keep them safe on their journey, lord. Please, keep Kyra and her baby out of harms way..."

A sniff. I looked over to see Morgan crying. She was scared for us too. Everyone was. They just hid it better.

"... And in Jesus' name I pray, amen."

Everyone's heads tilted up and we dropped hands.

We wordlessly got back in the truck and as I buckled up, Daryl sighed loudly.

"They're good people."

"Yeah, they are."