Chap 2...

Sun poured through a crack in the window and found it's way to Emery's eyes. She groaned at the thought of having to move. Every muscle in her body hurt. When she tried to ball her hands up the pain and memory of the day before came rushing back to her. Dam it! She winched holding her hands in front of her. Blood had seeped through the fabric sometime in the night. Sighing she made herself move and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Looking over her shoulder she noticed the man fidgeting. She really hoped he'd give her some sign that he was going to wake up soon.

She watched as his eyes moved under his eye lids, wondering to herself what kind of person was this man. Was he a city man forced out into the woods by walkers. Out of his element did a bow get the better of him, thus the arrow in his side. Or was he just out walking looking for something when someone else mistook him for something other than a living being and shot him. Was he a sweet man that would do anything for the people he loved. She'd just have to wait and see.

With him laying there in nothing more than a pair of boxers she lowered the blanket to check his wounds. Looking him over she noticed something new that hadn't shown up the night before. His ankle was black and blue, swollen and appeared to misshapen. She took a deep breath. If it was broken there was nothing she could do about it. She had to try and wake him up. There was no food in the cabin and they were beginning to run out of water. Emery had no idea where she was or if she could find any help. Dragging him through the woods any more was not an option. He had to wake up. He had to walk if there was any hope of leaving that place.

"Hey, wake up" she spoke gently and dabbed his head with a wet cloth. The man began to stir. "Wake up. You have to wake up" the man opened his eyes just a little. "Hi, I'm Emery. Your safe, your hurt, but your safe." She reassured the man. He opened his eyes fully and tried to sit up. Wincing from the pain in his side and leg he found it hard to move much at all.

"What the hell happen?" The man finally spoke. When he realized that he was in nothing but his boxers he grabbed the blanket to cover himself.

"You fell, and somehow got an arrow in the side. I think your ankle might be broken too." Emery sat there for what seemed like forever, waiting for the man to explain how he'd ended up in the ravine. When he didn't say anything she spoke up.

"What's your name?"

"Daryl"

"Well Daryl I've done what I can for the cuts, but I can't do anything for your ankle." She waited again.

"Screw that, I have to get back." Daryl moved again. This time he got to a sitting position with his legs over the edge of the bed.

"I wouldn't do that." Emery warned him. She didn't think he'd be able to walk. The last thing he needed to do was cause more damage to himself. Anything that caused him more trouble walking would mean it would take longer to find help.

"I don't care what you'd do. I'm leaving." He got up quickly. But the pain was to much for him to bare. Once up on both feet he fell right to the ground. Emery rushed to his aid. Daryl just shooed her away. "I don't need your help." She stood there and watched as he got up using his one good foot. He fell back into the bed. He looked at Emery with hatred in his eyes.

"Ready to admit that you can't move." Emery crossed her arms and starred him down. She wasn't pleased with the attitude he was giving her considering the hell she went through the day before to keep him from being eaten. "Weather you want to admit it or not you can't move and you need help. And considering I'm the only one here I guess it's my help you need."

"I don't need anyone's help." Daryl looked down at his ankle then started to unwrap the cloth from his leg. She could see the pain in his eyes. Huffing and rolling her eyes she sat down next to him.

"Let me have it." She took the cloth from him and swatted his hands out of the way.

"I don't..."

"Yea I know you don't need my help." She continued to clean the wound without another word. Daryl laid there and watched her. No matter how much it hurt his pride he had to give in and let her help. He was completely immobile. When she was finished she turned back to him. "Where were you going?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You said you had to get back, back where?"

"A farm, a group of people." Daryl watched as she stood up and went to her back pack. She rummaged through it until she found a bottle of water and took it to him. Standing there he looked her up and down. She had brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel with dark circles under them. She appeared to have been up for days. Lean and muscular she wore jeans that had holes in the knees. The over sized tank top she was wearing dropped revealing a tattoo on her back between her should blades.

"How far is this farm? Can we walk there?" She asked knowing full well that he couldn't walk and more than likely wouldn't be able to for a few days.

"Who the hell is walking?" Daryl asked annoyed because she knew that he wasn't walking anywhere.

"I can help you."

"Yea right."

"I drug your ass out of that ditch yesterday."

"That was different."

"Fine tell me where it is and I'll go, your ass can stay here and starve." Emery began to pack her bag up. "For someone that was laying and waiting to be eaten you sure have a funny way of showing gratitude."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"Great, don't ask for it now, see what happens. Just tell me where this farm is. Cause personally I don't care what happens to you." She turned to face him. Daryl narrowed his eyes. His pride was broken and that was turning his face red. "So" Emery waved her hands in the air. She gave him a choice. Go with her, let her help him. Or stay there and try to take care of himself.

"Give me my cloths." Daryl put his cloths on. Leaning against the wall he watched as Emery pushed the bed out from in front of the door. Emery walked to him and wrapped her arm around his waist while he put his arm around her shoulder.

"You ready?" She asked him unsure weather she herself was ready or not. Daryl just nodded his head. They started out the door.

Every few feet Daryl would let a small groan slip. Emery felt bad forcing him to walk. But she knew that staying at the cabin with no food and no way of defending themselves, was not an option. After walking for what seemed like half a day, but really had only been an hour, the pain really began to get to him. He was slowing his pace. While she was trying to keep moving as quickly as she could. There was no way she was sleeping in the woods at night.

The pain over took him and Daryl started to fall. Emery tried to catch him but couldn't. With his arm still around her shoulder he fell and took her down with him. "Dam it!" He yelled. "Are you trying to kill me?" Daryl snapped at Emery as she was trying to help him up.

"If I wanted you to die I would of left your sorry ass in that ditch. Now get up we have to keep moving." She pulled him to his feet before he could protest.

"You're being a real pain in the ass."

"Yea and this was a lot easier when you couldn't talk. A lot less bitching." Emery let go of him and took a step away. Daryl gave her a dirty look and tried to walk away. After only a few steps he stumbled. She quickly ran to him locking her arm around his waist. "The sooner you just let me help you the sooner we can get to this farm and you and I never have to speak again." She smiled at him.

"Fine." Daryl responded and they began to walk again.

I WILL BE UPDATING AS FAST AS I CAN. BUT I HAVE A NEW BABY AND A 4 YEAR OLD SO PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME. AND PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT.