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Chapter 7

Daryl stood although he felt weak at best, pivoted and turned sitting in the wheelchair before Carol had a chance to protest.

"I need to see" he muttered and she nodded, grabbing the handles of the chair and heading down to the containment room she'd been talking about.

The room was filed with monitors and alarms seemed to be firing from everyone of them, a glass wall seperated it from another room. There were five areas in that room behind the wall, that seemed to be elevated higher than the floor, surrounding a circular spot of the floor. The walls were covered In what looked like aluminum.

Carol sat down at the middle monitor, as Violet, his momma he corrected came rushing in. His throat felt thick, it was the first time that he had seen her that he actually acknowledged that it could really be her. He'd been too caught up in trying to talk himself down from what he thought was the crazy edge, that he hadn't stopped to consider, it might actually be her.

Damn it, he wasn't gonna cry, his eyes were sweating. His momma was standing back, simply observing. She was watching him out of the corner of her eye he could tell every once in a while she'd glanced his way with a curious look, that was gradually growing more intent. There was no way she could know it was him. It had been twenty eught years, she wouldn't recognize him, would she?

He knew he should tell them, he'll he had to tell them, but he couldn't right now. Not when they seemed to be in the midst of an emergency.

"It's not just one, it's two. Damn, adjust the polarity!" One of the eggheads sitting next to Carol yelled.

"We're gonna loose them.." The other yelled.

"I got it!" She yelled as she typed furiously at a keyboard.

"Damn it Jim!" He muttered under his breath then flushed when they all briefly turned giving him a confused look.

Okay, no Star Trek jokes apparently. His momma walked over to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, he held back a sob. For so long, this was all he had wanted, he'd needed it so badly. His momma.

When he thought, that she had taken her own life, his brain had known that it wasn't his fault. But his heart, in his heart he had blamed himself. It had been twenty eight years since he'd felt his momma's touch. He'd wanted to hate her for what she had drug him into but suddenly all he wanted was to curl into a ball on her lap and cry. This was ridiculous. He was thirty eight years old. Apparently eight years older than his own mom.

He nodded old habits rearing their heads as he snuffed "Yes ma'am."

She stared at him then her blue eyes looking at him intently. "You remind me so much of someone..." She lifted her fingers up to brush away the hair from his eyes, then lifted his chin in her hand, turning his face slightly.

"What's your name?" She whispered her voice shaking, tears welling in her eyes as her hands came up to cup his cheeks. They seemed unaware of the chaos in the room, the others yelling their mumbo jumbo. She was shaking.

"Daryl." He said as a tear trailed down her face, he could be barely speak. "Daryl Dixon."

Her fingers flew to her lips and she smiled as a blinding light filled the room, they turned to the room behind the glass, as one monster Walker thing appeared and one man. The man was fighting off the Walker thing, and the room gasped as suddenly the Walker thing bit him on the shoulder.