Here is a small Chapter, some other characters are going to be introduced soon!
Leyshla Gisel: Thanks :) Glad to be back.
I don't own walking dead. I also will soon have two characters owned by some awesome folks that follow the story. They will get the cred.
Madison sat on the porch with her handgun taken apart in front of her. She was rather roughly cleaning the parts, as her thoughts were becoming increasingly negative. They had been in this cabin for about a week, and though they had talked about moving on, the four couldn't agree where to go. The cabin certainly wasn't far enough from Atlanta to stay long term, but she didn't want to go too far and risk missing her sister if she were still alive and close to the city. At first they had thought perhaps whatever was going would blow over, but the new reports were now only the same things looped, and most radio stations were silent. She scrubbed harder when she thought about her lost cell phone, wondering where she had dropped it and if Rebecca had tried to contact her...
"You gotta be gentle with that thing. God damn I hope you wouldn't treat your man's pistol like that." The elder Dixon interrupted her musing, staring her down. For some reason Merle took a liking the the girl, and pestered her incessantly. Whether it be about the crush he seemed to think Daryl had on her, the annoying cat that wasn't hers, or about how her tits that were just a bit too small for how big her ass was… They had a strange friendship forming, and to her annoyance she had a soft spot for the pigheaded man.
"Shut it Dixon." Madison spat back.
"Awww come on girly. I'm just teasin' ya. I'm sure any man would put up with the kinky rough shit you'd put on em." Merle laughed raucously.
"Merle Dixon, I'm a lady." she shot him a wink and they laughed together.
The door creaked open, and Daryl stepped out onto the porch. Merle cleared his throat and grinned at his brother, "Gotta go take care of some personal business, you kids be good."
Madison swallowed her nervousness as the younger Dixon moved closer, and Merle walked over to the truck and began rifling through one of his bags. Despite her humorous conversations with Merle, she didn't know how to talk to Daryl. He was much more reserved when it came to his thoughts and opinions around her, though he seemed to have no problem arguing and speaking with his brother and Trevor.
"Your hair's down." Daryl stated randomly, and Madison subconsciously reached up to put it in a pony tail.
"I was thinking about chopping it off. Who knows how much running around we'll be doing, it'll just get in the way." They sat there awkwardly for another few moments.
"Nah, keep it the way it is…" They made eye contact for a second, before looking away. Daryl cleared his throat, "Merle and I were talking.. he and I are thinkin' about movin further away from the city. You can stay here, come with us… whatever.. We don't wanna stick to one place for long… " He paused, "Merle said the old guy would slow us down…"
Madison agreed that Trevor would slowly become more of a problem than an assistance. He had revealed he was diabetic, and only had about a months worth of insulin with him. That didn't mean she would leave him behind to fend for himself when the walkers started leaving the city and moving to the outskirts. "Well, if you guys wanna leave an old war hero by himself to die, that's on you. I'm sticking with the Gunny. I trust him a hell of a lot more than you." She didn't raise her voice, but the anger in it was obvious.
Daryl pointed a finger towards her and poked her on the shoulder, "You'd probably be dead in that wreck if it weren't for us. Forget what I said about comin with us if ya want. I don't need some bitch that needs savin at every turn.."
Her jaw dropped and her hands balled into fists, but the sound of a misfiring engine in the distance interrupted their argument. Both turned and cursed at the sight of an old RV slowly moving down the words towards him. "We are not done with this…" Madison mumbled, putting her handgun back together quickly. So not done.
