A/n: Wohoo! Here is Chapter 4. I apologize on the delay. I've been out of work for 6 weeks, so I assumed I could get chapters done. But then, life decided to throw me a bunch of curve balls, and my muse disappeared. But dear old History class saved the day. I wrote this in class! Hope you like it!
PS. The italics mean a flash back!
Chapter 4
As G went on to explain, I began to understand why he wanted the guys. When Rick offered him half of the weapons and ammo, I couldn't help but smile. Even during a zombie apocolypse, he kept his humanity. Once we were back on our way to the box truck outside the city, I sighed deeply. Maybe this was a hint that things were turning around, maybe God was giving us a chance after all. I was horribly wrong. The ear piercing screams coming from our camp caused me to run faster than I ever have, shot gun ready for battle with these dead fucks. As we reached camp, we unloaded ammo, until every last zombie was dead, their brain destroyed. I glanced towards andrea, who was kneeling next to her dying sister, sobbing. I was about to walk towards her, but suddenly I realized someone was missing. Glancing around the camp, I screamed "DAD!" at the top of my lungs. When I got no answer, I ran around until I found him on the ground, a walker on top of him. Pushing the decaying body off of him, I checked him over. I counted not one, but several bites on his body. My vision clouded as my flood gates opened, tears spilling down my face.
"Dad, no please, don't leave me," I managed to choke out. He just smiled at me, "I'm going to see you mom and sisters. Join us after you reach your seventies." Here he was, trying to make me laugh at a time like this. Suddenly, he started reaching towards his hand gun that was an arm length away.
"Dad, no please," I sighed as he cocked the gun, putting it to his head, "I love you." I closed my eyes just as he pulled the trigger, the gun shot echoing through my head. Without looking at his body, I stood up and walked away.
Here I was, standing in front of a full length mirror, spinning in my dress. I caught my father in the back wiping tears from his eyes.
"Dad, save the crying til the wedding day," I laughed. He shrugged, "I can't help it."
"Don't worry, It's still not for another year," I said, smiling. Suddenly, his facial expression changed, "Are you sure you want to marry him?"
"Yes dad, you know I love him," I sighed before turning back to the woman doing my appointment, "This is the one!"
I didn't know what I was doing, I just kept walking further and further. I was glad that everyone was too busy to notice, I just wanted to die alone. If my father couldn't survive this apocolypes, no one could. Sure my mom and 26 year old sister had a chance, but with Boston being extremely packed, I doubt it. My ten year old sister wouldn't have a chance without them. Maybe my father was right, maybe they were all dead. I didn't want to be alone in this world and without them, I was. After what seemed to be an eternity of walking, I collapsed, sobs wracking my body. I was extremely loud in the dead of the night but I didn't care who or what heard me. Here I was, giving up on life. Five years of school went to waste, my payments on my new car were a waste. Everything was a waste in my eyes. Looking up at the sky, I felt my blood boil, "Ya think this is funny? People believed in you! They worshipped you and here you are, throwing it all in our faces. You're a piece of fucking shit!"
"Is that helping," a sudden voice behind me asked. Without looking, I took a deep breath, "Go back to camp Glenn."
"Why? So you can wait to be a walkers midnight snack?" his tone waivered at the mention of a walker.
"You have no idea what I'm going through, Glenn. Just leave, please!" I couldn't talk after that, I began to sob harder than I thought was possible. A pair of arms wrapped around me and I turned, burying my head in his shoulder.
"Why? Of all people, why my dad? He was the last person I had in this world," I whispered, fearing my voice would crack if I raised it.
"Fate, I guess. Everything happens for a reason," he sighed as he pushed my hair out of my face. After a few minutes, he shifted the gun on his shoulder, "C'mon let's head back to camp." I looked up to see him extending his hand towards me and I took it, afraid of letting go. We walked back to camp and I glanced over at the tent me and my father shared. How could I sleep in there knowing I would never see my father again? Was it my fault? Maybe I shouldn't have gone to town. I could've saved him. A hand on my shoulder broke me out of my thoughts. Turning, I was met with deep blue eyes.
"Ya ok?" his southern accent gruff with lack of sleep and stress. I shook my head.
"I got 'er from 'ere," he said to Glenn before tugging my arm near my elbow. "Ya can stay in my tent to'ight. Need anythin from yours?" I shook my head before I ducked into his tent. Sitting down on his cot, I took off my shoes before realizing my clothes were covered in blood. I was about to call out to him to get me clothes from my tent, but I guess he saw the blood, because in less than a minute, he was back in the tent with a pair of shorts and a tshirt for me.
"I'm gonna go help," he said, "Just sleep." I nodded and waited until he zipped up the tent flap before I stripped off my bloody clothes, tossing them into the opposite corner. I pulled on the basketball shorts and Bruins t-shirt before climbing under the blankets on the cot. The smell was inviting, a mix of cigarettes and a southern smell, like a nice southern whiskey. I sighed before closing my eyes and forcing my body to sleep.
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When I woke up the next morning, I found myself in Daryl's tent. Glancing around, I noticed he was on the floor, using Merle's old blankets as a makeshift bed. He was still sound asleep, his hair sticking up in random places. I smiled at the site, he looked so peaceful, not like the usual scowl that was plastered on his face at all times. But the happiness ended when my eyes caught site of my blood covered clothes. And that's when it all came flooding back. Tears ran down my face as I layed back in the cot, muttering to myself, "I wish this was just a bad dream." Rubbing my eyes, I sat back up and put my sneakers on. Stepping out of the tent, I was afraid to look around. But there were bodies scattered everywhere. Andrea was still sobbing near her sister, the men had started moving the bodies to be disposed of.
"Ya sleep okay?" Daryl asked from behind me. I hadn't heard him get up. Turning to face him, I nodded crossing my arms, "Thanks." He nodded, "Anytime Ronnie," before reaching to ruffle my hair, "I'm gonna go help them. Try ta eat, ok?"
"Yeah," I said before heading over to the fire. Lori was sitting cook breakfast over it, "How you holding up kiddo?" I shrugged, "As good as I can right now."
"So you slept in Daryl's tent?" she asked, an eye brow raised.
"Yes, because I can't go near my tent without thinking about my dad even more," I sighed, "Why?"
"Because he's never like that with anyone except you. He took a liking to you the first day," she said smiling, causing me to scoff," Just because I don't treat him like a redneck like you guys do, doesn't mean he took a liking to me."
"Just think about it," Lori said, handing me a plate of food. I took my first bite, before looking over to where Daryl was with the other guys. Sighing to myself, I shook my head, there's no way Lori's right.
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A/n: And that is chapter 4! Hope you guys liked it!
