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"Yer gon' come 'er and take care a'me like you promised when we got married, bitch." His voice bellowed throughout my brain and I suddenly my fight or flight insitnct came into play.
Flight was a much better option than fight. I wondered how fast I could make it up the stairs and into our bedroom and lock the door. I wondered if he was faster than me… well, he wasn't faster than me, that beer belly didn't really do much for him other than make him look like even more of a redneck than he already was.
I took off, running up the stairs two at a time as I heard his heavy foot steps behind me. Just four more stairs. Just two more stairs. Then I felt his hand around my ankle, pulling my foot out from under me as I came crashing down the stairs, the clear 'crunch' of one of my ribs on the stairs made me see stars.
"Ya ain't goin' no where, baby." He chuckled, wrapping his hand around my throat as he set his knee on my pelvis, leaning down hard sending me into a kicking fit, trying to throw or push him off me but that damn beer belly just jiggled as he laughed, tightening his hand around my windpipe.
"P-p-please!" I choked out, gasping for air as he reached down with his free hand, unbuckling his belt as he pulled it free from his jeans. He wrapped it around my neck and flipped me onto my stomach, putting then end of his belt through the buckle and pulling it tight around my neck. I reached up and tried to slip a finger between the leather and my flesh but I just ended up clawing at my neck. Maybe if I clawed hard enough I'd hit my jugular and bleed out.
It wasn't long before he had his jeans off and my panties pushed down to my knees, pumping himself in and out of me while I silently sobbed.
"That's'it girl." He growled in my ear.
"Kristina, wake the fuck up!" A voice snapped me out of my nightmare. I looked around, groaning as I sat up to fast, my side started to throb instantly.
"Fuck." I whined, pressing my fists into my eyes. "Fuck!" I nearly shouted. "I'm so fuckin' tired of bein' beat up an' sore and in so much fuckin' pain all the damn time!" I felt tears starting to well in the corners of my eyes but held them back, knowing Daryl was looking at me.
He didn't say anything, just gave me a heartfelt look full of sadness, running his fingers across my stomach, fingertips grazing my bandage.
"Hershel wants to look at it, make sure it's stayin' clean." He explained softly.
"He couldn't do that when I had woken up by my damn self." I grumbled, rolling over so I was on my hands and knees, then pushed myself up to a standing position. Daryl scrambled quickly to my aid, but I pushed him away angrily.
"I can do it!" I spat.
My body ached, as did my head. It pounded as I entered the dining hall where everyone sat eating breakfast.
The smell of food almost made me vomit right there but I held my hand over my mouth and ran back towards the cell block before having to lean against the wall, panting heavily as my head started to spin.
"Shit." I heard someone mumble as I dropped to my knees, I was shivering as I lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, a soft white tinge, just like when I had gotten shot, hovered around everything as I tried to sit up.
"Hershel!" I heard Daryl cry out, then the slow, even 'clicks' of Hershel's crutches on the floor.
"Pull her shirt up, I need to see her wound." Hershel's voice was calm and relaxing as I felt hands pulling my tank top up my torso, stopping right below my breasts.
"Is she okay?" Daryl asked. I felt the presences of everyone around me as I closed my eyes. A cold sweat had started beading on my forehead and my mouth had grown as dry as the Gobi Desert.
"It looks infected." Hershel explained, "We need to get her antibiotics soon or her whole body will go septic, then there won't be any hope."
I heard those words. I understood them but something didn't seem real about it. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had survived a drug addition, an abusive husband, the zombie apocalypse and getting shot, but now, I was dying of a god damned infection? Just my fuckin' luck, right?
"Sure as hell smells like an infection." I heard Rick's voice now, closer to me than Daryl and Hershel, I felt hands and something cold pressed against my wound. "Didn't you have antibiotics?" Rick asked someone. There was no answer and I heard the entire group let out a loud, disappointed sigh.
"Left'em at that fuckin' farm house after T used them." Daryl grumbled. I suspected it was his hand who ran across my forehead, pushing my now sweat drenched bangs off my forehead. "I'll make a run into town, try'n find somethin' fer her." He growls. His boots thud against the concrete floor as I open my eyes, the sun shining through the window blinding me as I move my hand across the cold floor.
"I love you." I whimpered. That was the last thing I remember.
Daryl's POV
What? Did I hear this girl right? She loves me? Damn, she must be real fucked up in the head if that's what she had said. I crouched down near her, running my fingers through her long, blond hair and kissed her forehead, "Tell me that when ya feelin' like yerself again." I whispered into her ear before standing up, walking back to my cell.
Damn girl ain't got no right dying like this. Should be Merle layin' there all beat up and hurt like that. She ain't do nothing wrong 'cept maybe get involved with the wrong guy when she was younger, but we've all made our mistakes. I sure as hell did.
"I'll go with you." Carl said from behind me. I turned around and gave him a raised eyebrow, looking the young boy up and down. Still had that stupid fuckin' hat on but shit, he sure had grown up since I had first met him.
"S'dangerous out there." I grunted, going back to packing some supplies I might need on the trip into town. When there was no response, I looked over my shoulder and saw Carl still standing there. "I said s'dangerous out there, boy, now git!" I exclaimed angrily.
I wasn't really mad at the boy, I was mad at my situation. Fuckin' crazy bullshit happenin' in my life since all these Walkers done fucked up the world. 'For all this all I did was hunt and work. Hunt and work. Drink and fuck, then hunt and work s'more. I liked my life, hell I know it wasn't anything special, ain't had no girls ta deal with, my brother an' I got along pretty damn well when he wasn't all hopped up in crystal, but shit, I liked my life. Huntin', fuckin', and workin'.
S'what I did best.
Now I met this damn girl, all broken an' alone in the world. Remindin' me of myself, makin' go all soft fer her. 'Cept when she made me hard.
I chuckled at the thought crept into my mind but shook it out almost immediately. 'Ain't no time to joke. The girl who needs ya is dyin' on the floor right outside yer cell and all ya can think about is fuckin' her? Pathetic.' I thought to myself.
"I'm goin' with ya." Carl explained from behind me. "You can't go by yourself." He added. I turned around and leaned on the wall, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yer daddy gon' let'ya go?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Carl nodded, patting the gun on his hip. "Oh really?" I asked, "S'if I go over 'er and ask him myself, he gon' say yes?" Carl nodded again.
"Get'ya shit together, then. We leavin' in five minutes."
'She must be worth it.' The voice in my head snickered. 'Yer gon' ta get yerself and that lil' boy killed lookin' for her fuckin antibiotics!'
I shook my head as I sped down the road, rolling my window down to get a nice draft throughout the car. Damn heat was killin' me.
I looked over at Carl and smirked softly.
This kid had been through a lot since I first met him and his mother Lori. As annoying as she had been, along with the fact that she ain't have no brains in her fuckin' head, no kid should have to shoot their own mother in the head. Almost losin' his father, bein' shot in the stomach. Kid's grown up before he really even had a childhood.
I felt bad for him but shit, he was a pretty damn good shot, and one helluva companion to have on the road.
"You're a badass, Daryl." Carl said suddenly, making me chuckle.
"I know." I teased, reaching over and ruffling his hair softly before pushing his head to the side playfully. "Yer pretty badass yerself." I added.
"I think it's really cool how you look out for Kristina like you do." Carl looked over at me with a smile. "She's real pretty. She's funny too." He added. "I like her."
"Oh yea?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ya trynna put ta moves on my girlfriend?" I asked. "'Cause I don' think I got much've a shot with you after her heart." I teased.
Carl smirked and I could see him blush which made me chuckle even more. Kid was pretty cute.
We pulled into the pharmacy that sat a couple miles away from the prison.
I looked over at Carl and grabbed my crossbow from the back seat. "You ready, Kid?" I asked him. He nodded and pulled his gun out of it's holster.
"Sure am." He said, opening his door.
"Stay out here 'till I clear the inside first." I explained, opening the door. "Keep a look out 'till I give ya the okay." Carl nodded at me, turning the safety of his gun off.
I went inside with my crossbow aimed and loaded, ready to fuck up the day of the first walker I saw. I crept up and down the isles, then cleared the back where all the medicine wad kept before whistling, letting Carl know it was clear.
He came inside and started walking up and down the isles. Jumped over the counter of the pharmacy and started searching.
"Do ya think Kristina would like this?" Carl asked me as I looked through bottles of pills, looking for what Hershel told me would work. I glanced over at the boy and saw him holding up a fake diamond ring. I smirked and went back to looking through bottles.
"Ya thinkin' of askin' her to marry ya?" I teased, grabbing a bottle that had a name I heard Hershel list off and threw it in my pack, grabbing the rest of the bottles and throwing them in a plastic bag.
"No!" Carl exclaimed, clearly embarrassed. "I just thought a pretty girl deserves something pretty when the world is so ugly." He said.
That was probably the best thing I had heard since the world went to shit. Kinda restored my faith in humanity for a moment as I knelt down next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I think she's gon' love it." I said truthfully.
"Good." He nodded, a big smile on his face as he slipped the ring into his pocket. "Lets look for more stuff to bring back. This place doesn't look like it's been touched!" Carl said, looking at the fully stocked shelves of canned food, medical supplies and the corner of the store that sold cheap clothing.
I nodded and moved through the medical supply section after throwing a couple bags at Carl to fill up.
I grabbed bandages, rubbing alcohol, band aids, burn ointment; anything that we might need incase something went down. Never a bad thing to be over stocked with supplies.
Carl walked along the canned food section throwing cans of vegitables, fruits, soup, Spam into one bag and filled another bag with candy.
Filled it damn near till the bag was ripping.
"Dang boy, gotta enough candy in there?" I asked as I watch him struggle to pick the bag up with one hand.
"Can't ever have enough candy!" He exclaimed, pulling the bag up with both hands as he grunted quietly.
"C'mon, let's go." I said, patting his shoulder as we walked outside to the car.