(I don't own walking dead) ok sorry that its shorter guys, I didn't have a lot of time for this chapter and I wanted to make sure it was out before Friday. Please review and thanks to deans dirty little secret for the fav. also a thanks to my first reviewer sarabear91. tell me if you guys like this or if I should give it up.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the absents of my alarm clock. Then I felt the hard floor under. My eyes shot open with a snap, bright light flooded in my vision. I slowly brought my hands up to rub the sleep out of my eyes, when they finally focused I saw a gruesome scene, my middle finger was nothing but a bloodied nub with a ripped up shirt wrapped around it. That's when the memories came flooding back. Slamming my head back with a groan I noticed I was laying on something squishy. Closing my eyes in fear I reached back and wrapped my hand around my 'pillow'. It was slimy and felt like flesh, I slowly raised my head and turned towards it. Their laying directly behind me was the dead caress of the man who bit of my finger. I jumped up with a start but quickly fell back over when I realized my legs were weak. That's when I heard a deranged laugh.
"You know I was a bit surprised when I found out that you cuddle with dead things in your sleep." the voice laughed from behind me. Quicker than I thought possible I was up on my feet searching for my bow. "Looking for this kid?" my bow suddenly dropped from the air. I snapped my head up towards the voice while simultaneously grabbing my bow. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I bet I'm a lot better shot than you are." the man laughed while raising his crossbow. "We'll you're up and moving so I'd say I stopped the infection from spreading. Had to cut off the rest of that finger. Be glad it wasn't you hand." he laughed again and lowered his bow. "Whelp, now that your awake I'll be on my way." he dropped from the tree landing on the balls of his feet, slung his bow onto his back and started to walk away.
"Wait! Who are you? Did you save me? Where are you going?" I rambled scurrying after him.
"My name Daryl, yes, I'm hunting, as you can see. You better go find your family or a place to hide, cause if you don't that finger will be the least of your worries." he said, not turning to look at me.
I suddenly thought of my family. The already left. Knowing Shane, he would stick around, not even for me. And if they didn't stay for me chances are they didn't stay for dad either. Worry rushed through me. I had to go make sure he was ok. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye or seeing if he was alive. Sighing I picked up my bow and shot one last look at Daryl and yelled "thank you." while walking away. Daryl seemed to have heard me an shot back a weary your welcome.
I was walking back toward my house when I heard the footsteps. "Hey kid, where in the hell are you going? I just saved your life and you're going to walk into a city, that's where the worst of them are." I heard Daryl yell.
"My dad is in a coma in the hospital. I think my mother left him there, like she left me, I'm going to take care of him." Daryl made a scoffing sound.
"Sorry kid but I don't think dads going to be there. There are walkers all around the city; he's either dead or a walking meat stick." I didn't stop walking, without warning he grabbed my arm causing me to fall. My body was so weak from the blood loss that when I tried to get up I fell again. "Look kid, you've been asleep for hours, lost a shit load of blood, and are missing a finger. Me and my brother live with this group of survives, I'll take you to them." Daryl seemed like he actually cared. I shook my head again.
"I need to check on my dad. You go ahead." Daryl got an angry look on his face and grabbed my arm again.
"I'm trying to do a good thing you dumb bitch, stop being stubborn, if you go out there you die." he yelled
"My mother left me, my brother left me, and so did my father. You might want to do it too." I whispered. "They didn't even look for me. They didn't care enough to even see if I was alive! They don't care. So why should you."
"I don't care. But what kind of person would I be if I let a dumb ass punk girl, run around and get eaten. Look if they don't care for you than you shouldn't care for them. Right? Come with me to the camp." I guess he was right. If they don't care about me why should I care about them? They never cared about me it was always for Carl. These new realization angered me in every way possible. None of them even bothered to look for me. Do they even care? If they don't care about me, then I don't care about them. I would have looked for them. They thought I was weak. I was going to make sure I was never weak again.
"On one condition." Even I flinched at the anger in my voice. "Teach me how to shoot. You said yourself that I was probably a lousy shot, so teach me to be better." Daryl gave me a weary look but nodded anyway. Turning on his feet he started walking deeper into the woods. Still to dizzy to run, I walked after him at a turtles pace.