We All Gotta Have Somethin' To Believe In Chapter 10, a walking dead fanfic

Chapter 10 - Every You Every Me

Leah had been spending a lot of her time with Glenn since the Pennsylvania Mall incident.

She couldn't find it in her heart to hold him to blame. He was just so innocent.

He seemed to be taken lightly amongst the group - in more ways that one, Leah compared him to Daryl.

Polar opposites but Glenn was overlooked a lot, because he was young. He was given the more lowerground jobs that were just as important as dangerous. And not one thank you when Glenn would gut a squirrel or walk the mile to the stream to fetch water.

'What'd you do before this happened?' The Korean asked her as they lay on the rocks. It was cold but the water at their feet gave them a sense of normality.

They were quite far from the camp but Carl and Sophia were playing nearby. Leah had promised to look after them and Glenn came along too.

'I was personal assistant for Carter Agency company.' She said it almost proudly. Strange as when things had been normal, Leah hadn't even told her friends what she used to do.

'What about you?'

'Pizza boy,' he grinned at her when she laughed.

'Given considering how you know your way around town. You're pretty quick too.'

'Me?' Holding a hand to his chest, Glenn pointed, 'you were the one who literally flew down those stairs back at the Mall.'

Leah laughed remembering and lay on her back - staring at the clouds as they meshed together with the depressing misty weather. It looked almost like it was going to rain but nobody paid no mind to it.

Leah wasn't cold though thanks to the wooly black hoodie she'd picked up from the mall. Her new jeans folded up as her bare feet sat comfortably in the water.

Glenn watched her with admiration. He'd only known for two weeks now but she had slowly become a good friend to almost everyone in the camp. Glenn liked her - even if he didn't like who she spent most of her time with.

'Do you believe in God?' She asked suddenly, startling him out of his reverie.

Leah had her eyes closed and waited for his answer. Admittedly, it was a random and personal question but she felt close enough to Glenn and trusted him to give her more than a yes or no answer. If she'd wanted something simple to talk about she'd asked him whether or not he was a virgin.

'Erm, I used to.'

'You don't anymore?'

Glenn shifted and lay on his back too, staring at the sky, he pondered whether there really was someone up there who saw them struggling every day for survival and offered no help.

'I know what you're thinking,' Leah spoke again, 'you think there cant be a God that can allow something like all this happen. The walkers, the desperation to find something - anything that can help us on our journey of surviving. But,' Leah sat up and peered down at Glenn who looked up at her sheepishly. 'We're alive and kicking!'

She smiled a toothy smile that Glenn couldn't help but return.

'So, you believe in him?'

Leah frowned all of a sudden and he began to regret the question. Lying on her back again, she sighed like she was thinking carefully about her answer.

'I believe in the idea of God,' she said, turning to him. 'Do I think there's someone up there? No. That I'm going to go to heaven or hell when I die? Probably not. But if people want to believe there is a higher something up there to comfort them in their beds - someone to watch them when they're alone. And dying on my death bed I'll probably pray that there is something else afterwards.'

Glenn listened closely and learned that even if she acted childish at times, Leah was a very thoughtful person. She had a lot to say about a lot of things, nobody just tended to listen.

Leah giggled and sat up, taking Glenn's hands and pulled him up. 'Come on. Carl! Sophia! Let's bounce. Your Mom'll be worried and it's me and Glenn that get's,' she paused and glared at the two kids, 'the look.'

Carl and Sophia looked at eachother and laughed loudly. Then Leah saw they held hands when they walked back towards the camp.

'Aw, young love.' She mumbled and Glenn rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. The brunette hooked her arm through his and laughed, 'it's okay - even if this kind of of messed up world, someone is out there to love you.'

Glenn liked the sound of that and they all went back to the camp.

Sitting around the campfire, everyone was present.

Including Daryl who sat beside Leah on a log, a bit further from the rest but they were still intact with the conversation that was flooding around. Daryl noticed that Leah and Glenn talked a lot. He felt angry everytime she'd laugh at something he'd say. The way he looked at her was different than the way someone else was looking at her though and Daryl turned his gaze upward.

Shane was staring at the brunette. Any closer to that hick and she'll be practically in his lap, he thought. He studied her body like a predator sizing up his kill.

But then Carol laughed again and conversation got louder, interuppting his thoughts as he was thrown back into the banter.

Daryl could've snorted right then and there if it wasn't for Leah who nudged him with her elbow. 'Sometimes I think he wants you, ' she said with a coy smile, 'the way he looks at you.'

Daryl's eyes twinkled with something she couldn't describe yet and he looked away back towards Shane. Rolling her eyes, the young woman took his face in her hands and turned it back towards her.

It was a daring move especially when Daryl's eyes darkened for a split second before he shook his head, letting her hands fall to her lap.

'Stop glaring at him,' she said, grinning. 'Or he'll come on over and steal you away.'

This time, Daryl did snort and looked away from Leah who playfully bumped into him with her shoulder.

Andrea looked on from across the campfire. They're images blurring together from atop the fire and making her eyes sting. She wasn't sure what it was but her problem with that girl was becoming personal. It might've been when she mentioned Amy, when her flirty nature with her sister's killer became frequent or even her denial to accept that life isn't all cookies and rainbows.

'What's up?' Dale asked and Andrea only threw him a disgusted look.

More often than not, Dale attempted to get closer to Andrea who only shot him down. It was a fatherly love only a daughter could accept and maybe, Andrea wasn't the type of person who wanted to depend on anyone anymore. 'Nothing, Dale.' She said shortly and turned her attention to Carol who was talking unanimously at Lori who looked like she was losing interest.

'Andrea,' he tried again, 'you need to stop this.'

'Stop what?'

'Blaming yourself for Amy's death.' Dale went on, ignoring the absolute hatred in the blonde's eyes. Conversation had stopped and the silence only made what he was about to say worse. 'You can pin it on Daryl, on Rick but you're only blaming yourself. You need to stop.'

Before Andrea could retort, a low groan echoed around the campfire.

Everyone was on their feet in an instant, with Rick sheltering Carl and Sophia from anything as if it would pounce out of the wood. The dark made their eyesight limited but it was the slow dragging sound that made them wonder.

'It's not a walker,' Daryl stated, grabbing his crossbow and rested the other arm on Leah's shoulder. Clearing her throat, he removed it and shot her a smirk.

'It's a dragger.' T Dog blurted, a smile crept on a few faces, thankful for the light humour.

'Still dangerous,' Shane said, his gun cocked and ready.

They heard it again and the males descended further into the dark. A torch held by Glenn landed on a woman who was sprawled on the floor. The lower half of her body was clinging onto by strands of tendons and intestines.

Glenn lurched and Dale covered his mouth.

'That's disgusting.' Rick said.

The walker must've smelled them because she looked up and her face, contorted, turned into a hideous smile. Her movements became faster.

The woman walker was dragging herself across the floor. Debris and blood was the trail it left behind as it clutched the the mud.

Daryl had his crossbow aimed, the men had their guns trained on it but nobody shot because Leah gasped. 'Oh my God!'

'What?' T Dog asked her, his eyes still on the walker.

'Polly?'

'Polly?' Daryl asked, confused.

'Polly Granger?' Leah asked nobody in particular, and she longed to get closer to confirm her assumption.

'Who's Polly Granger?' Glenn asked.

'Polly Granger!' Leah exclaimed and everyone rolled their eyes.

'Stop,' Rick said, sighing, 'Leah. Who is Polly Granger?'

'My boss.' She said with wide eyes and a small urge to burst out laughing at this. Last she'd checked, Polly had been lying in her chair, munching on her own arm when Leah had locked her up.

Walker Polly continued to drag herself unaware she was about to die - her only thought on the food that surrounded her. Teasing her nostrils and making her throat contract.

'She's come a long way,' Leah announced sadly. Then, grabbing a shovel that Glenn had brought, she lifted it high above her head and brought it down quick and hard against the back of Polly's head.

Movement stopped and the men said nothing.

'She's not de-' Shane attempted to say but was stopped when Leah brought it down again and again until half Polly's brain was on the shovel and some splattered over Leah's shirt.

'I've always,' Leah panted and threw the shovel to the side, 'wanted to do that.'

And then she stormed off taking off her hoodie and throwing it down on her washpile before entering the RV ready for a night's sleep.

Daryl exchanged looks with the others who looked perplexed at what just happened.

And just as Daryl walked away, he smiled to himself, thinking of the girl who constantly surprised him.

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NEXT UPDATE: Who knows with the mood I'm currently in? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after.
PREVIEW: Before she even knew it was coming, his lips crashed onto hers. It was rough and... dangerous.
Leah pushed at his shoulders but he wasn't letting up. His lips, smothering hers and she couldn't breathe. Her heart was pounding with the instinct to
get away but she couldn't.
His grasp was tight on her waist and tears fell down Leah's cheeks.