Wow, just wow. Just finished my fighting division. I got 2nd, but I am on cloud 9 right now! I gave it everything I had, and I am SOO HAPPY! So please review, make my day totally freakin AWESOME! I am 2nd best female fighter in the WORLD!
Daryl, Carl, and Oscar, were looking for walkers in the tombs.
Daryl felt the pounding absence within him. Carol was gone. He knew Jamie felt it, too, that was why he'd let her go hunting on her own. She'd promised to stay close to the prison, and she needed time to sort out whatever was going through her head...
"Jackpot." Oscar grinned, finding some slippers.
"What the hell do you need slippers for?" Daryl asked, confused.
"You know, for at night, relaxin'."
Daryl was about to scoff when he heard the sound of a walker behind him and whirled, putting an arrow through its head.
"Damn bastard." he kicked it, starting out towards the other hallway, when three more walkers came. He downed them all, staring a what he found in one's neck...
"This s Carol's knife..." he removed it from the dead walker gently, as though afraid it'd break...
"Damn!" he drove it through the already dead walker's head, and Carl and Oscar stared. He stabbed it again, and again, until finally, he stood, panting. He noticed their stares and instantly regretted loosing it in front of them...
"Go on. I'll catch up." he said. Oscar nodded wordlessly, and Carl gave him one last, slightly alarmed look, before turning to go.
And that was how he found himself sitting by a door, digging Carol's knife into the ground, feeling the pain run through him...
The door kept moving slightly, but it was stuck on a walker body. Daryl had been too busy grieving to care much, but he wanted to kill something, now, the rage was back. He picked up his crossbow, kicking the door open and staring.
Carol gave him a weak smile.
Jamie moved silently through the woods, bow slung across her shoulder. Rick was wandering the edges of crazy town, sitting beside a phone in an old prison off, Carol and T-Dog were dead, and she'd lost more of the people she cared about.
She heard the moans of a walker coming, teeth gnashing, and turned, taking off her bow with one hand and notching an arrow. She fired, aiming for the chest. The walker was unexpectedly pinned to a tree.
She circled, making sure the arrow would hold it. She'd never really had a walker helpless like this before...
She pulled out her hatchet, aiming for the reaching arms and swinging it. The walker didn't react, just kept reaching, and she moved to the side, bringing down the hatchet again, and again... The sickening crack came as one of the arms broke off, hitting the ground, and she moved onto the next one... The walker moved its head fruitlessly, trying to bite her, and took a hatchet to the lower jaw. It couldn't bite or scratch, now, and she turned and left it. Let it suffer, for what the other walkers had done to T-Dog and Carol...
She walked on. She'd have to come back with some meat, stores from the prison would dwindle, and with Rick like he was, they'd need all the meat they could get.
She noticed movement to her left, a woodchuck coming out of his hole. She drew back and fired, hitting him in the head. He flopped around, trying to get back into his hole, but didn't make it. She walked over, inspecting him carefully. Decent size, he'd make a nice soup...
Movement to her left. She looked up to see a duck, a friggin duck, hoping around on an injured leg. It was a wonder it'd made it this far, and she shot it, as well, going over to pick it up. She sling it over her shoulder with the woodchuck, finding a pine tree with low branches and climbing. She'd been out for three hours, she had enough meat to call the outing a hunt, but she didn't want to go back, not yet...
"Carol would know how to cook duck." she said aloud, looking at the dead duck. Carol would've even let her make woodchuck stew with Daryl in the pot. Carol would've smiled when they were debating how to cook it, which parts to throw in, which pieces...
"Damn." she wiped her eyes. After Ryder had died, she'd swore she'd never cry again. She was really sucking at not crying...
She heard a birdcall in the distance. Meaning Daryl wanted her. But he'd said she could be out for as long as she wanted, or at least until dark, unless... Something was wrong. She tossed the woodchuck into the sack she had, stuffing the duck in as well, though the bag could barely hold the woodchuck. She pulled her bow off from where she had it slung across her chest by the string, replacing it with the game bag, notching an arrow as she ran...
She ran out to find the normal amount of walkers milling around. They noticed her, she ran across the bridge, ducking through the hole in the fence, re-tying it with the wire.
She ducked inside the yard, finding Daryl standing there.
"Well? What the hell happened?"
"Come see."
She walked beside him, wondering what it was... She entered the cell block and saw. Her bow hit the ground in front of her, and Carol have her a weak smile.
"How?"
"I hid in a closet. What? No hug?" Carol asked.
Jamie went to back away, shocked... She couldn't hug Carol, couldn't be near her. She'd been dead, they'd all assumed...
"Jamie? It's really me." Carol said, looking desperate.
"I... I brought you a duck." Jamie said, not sure what else to say. She pulled the duck from the game bag by the head. "Figured you'd know how to cook it."
Carol nodded, smiling. "It's good to see you made it out okay."
"Yeah..." she turned and headed into the prison yard.
Rick looked after her, confused. "I thought she'd be happy..."
"She thought you were dead. We all did. Give her time. She tried to move on, and now you're back... She doesn't know what to do. She'll get used to it." Daryl said simply. Rick nodded, still looking bothered, before he left. He had to get back to the phone...
Jamie left the woodchuck on the concrete outside the door leading to the prison. Someone would find it and take it inside, and she needed to go back...
She slipped outside the fence again, back into the woods, losing the walkers that had been tailing her.
She came to the walker, still pinned the tree by her arrow. She pulled out her knife, throwing it at the creature, and it sunk into the head. It finally stopped drooling bloody drool, and she moved forward, pulling her knife out, cleaning it, and sheathing it. She went for the arrow, next, tugging the walker by the shoulders, until finally it fell forward...
And she was left with a bloody arrow suck in a tree. She worked her knife with it, pulling it out, and sighed, looking down at the walker. She'd made it suffer, but Carol was back...
"You still deserved it." she muttered at the carcass, before getting up and heading back.
The fire that night was quieter. Carl sat next to Jamie, offering her wane smiles now and then. So he still thought he loved her. She killed everyone of his warm smiles with a cold glare. No one noticed the two willpowers battling, though, they were all having a good time, enjoying roast duck.
Rick was still by the phone, Hershel was with him, and everyone else was oblivious.
"You want some, Jamie?" Carol asked, offering her a stick with some duck on it.
"I don't like duck." she said simply, standing up and heading for her place under the stairs. She couldn't deal with people tonight.