-Slowing Things Down A Bit-
-Shane Walsh-
I had her in my arms. She was mine for the taking. Chase was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. In this screwed up world of zombies v.s people,you don't find beauty like that very often. I had let her go,regretting it deeply. She kissed me softly,unknowingly toying with my urges,and walks back to the house. I sit up against a tree,feverishly playing with my gun,when Daryl walks by.
"Hey,what's got you down in the dumps mister high and mighty?"He asks sarcastically,mocking me with his fake compassion. I point toward the house. He looks over and on the porch sat the most beautiful girl in the world. She had long jet black hair that flowed down her back in waves of sexiness. She was tall and lean with flawless tan skin. She had bright green eyes that flashed silver when she was angry,and a smile that could stop your heart from beating.
She wore tight dark skinny jeans,knee high black leather 4 inch heeled boots,a red v-neck tank top that messed with your eyes while revealing about an inch of her stomach and just the right amount of her chest,and a black leather jacket. She was Goddess.
"Wow."Was all Daryl could manage to say,starring at her with big bug eyes. She turns and waves sweetly,smiling like an Angel,when she sees something and jumps over the railing of the porch and runs to it off in the distance.
"Oh my God,who's Harley Davidson is this?"She asks running a gentle hand over the seat and handle bars. Daryl smiles and steps up.
"It's mine."He growls,trying to act tough. I roll my eyes and walk around behind her. She bends over,examining the bike closer,just enough for me to see the top of a bleeding rose tattoo just below her jeans.
"May I?"She asks softly,biting her lips with excitement.
"Well,have you ever ridden one before?"He asks,gripping the handle bars tight enough to make his knuckles turn white. He wanted her almost as badly as I did.
"Oh yeah. I used to build my own back before the zombies came and my father and I would drive them all over town before a good fight."She says smiling down at the seat. The bike itself looked practically new,except for the dulling black and silver paint. Daryl smiles,trying to hold back his excitement,and nods. Chase jumps up and down,hyper as can be. She climbs on,flipping up the kick stand and starting the bike.
She laughs evilly,biting her lip once the roar of the engine over comes the garage. She puts her foot on the gas and hand on the clutch and in seconds,takes off. Daryl watches her,biting his lip like he'd never seen a girl do that before.
"She's mine."I growl,not taking my eyes off her. He shrugs,trying act like he doesn't care. She drives back and stops in front of him.
"The chain sounds messed up,but I can fix it for you if you'd like."She says sweetly,kicking the kick stand back down and climbing off the bike to stand in front of him.
"I think I can fix it myself,but you're welcome to come and watch and tell me what I'm doing wrong." He says jokingly,kissing her hand like the hillbilly gentleman he was. She smiles and hugs him.
"Just tell me when ever you start and I'll come help."She says sweetly,walking out. I glare at Daryl before following her. This meant war.