Chapter 3

Note(s): So, sorry for not posting in a while. I have been really busy but I have been reprimanding myself for not posting. I hope you like it and enjoy yourself in the process. You know the drill-like, comment and follow. 3

From Thy Writer,

Allison Damon

Today is actually really nice surprisingly, seeing as we are living right in the middle of the apocalypse. But you know, right now I'm going to keep the good days and throw away the terrible ones; at least I'm trying to. And right now I'm trying to erase the bad ones for now, and enjoy today. I mean it's beautiful; the rays of sunshine are warming me to the bone while sitting on the porch steps of the old house I'm on. It would be nice to walk around right now, and that thought that pops up in my head makes me remember the current dilemma at hand which in turn makes me scowl in annoyance. Rick informed me this morning that I could come out of the room…but there was a catch. I had to sit on the porch and not move unless I'm going inside to rest, which is what I'm doing right now at this given moment. I've only known Rick for a few days and I know that he is very strict and protective and a bit intimidating. Not intimidating as in scarring me, but as in he's going to break. I can tell so much that he is on the verge of breaking, if not done already. But I can understand, everybody has a breaking point especially in this world. In this world everyone will break, no matter if you have a strong will and is tough as nails. I know this for a fact because after my step sister died my father lost it…it happened when I was seven and I have many souvenirs to always remember it. I guess he felt as if he lost everything, even though he still had me. But if I think about it, he was never really fond of me from the start seeing as I am the step child to him and not blood. But his logic has always been confusing and a little sketchy to me, his words never made any sense and his arguments always came out invalid. But the main thing he wanted me to understand was the key thing he wanted, he told me that I will always be wrong and he will be right forever and always. But he was wrong and I was right, I only found this out when the apocalypse started. I wish I would have found this out sooner because so many things would have turned out so much better and so many other people wouldn't have died. I kno-

"Hey! Earth to Bambi! Are you even listening? Of course not, your head is in the clouds just like always. You need to listen more and pay attention, man I don't know how you made it this far if you still do that a lo-"

"Glenn!"

"What?"

"Shut up. And by the way, the reason I wasn't listening was I got lost in my head. You do the same exact thing! Also, I wasn't that bad when I was alone because I didn't have that kind of luxury until now."

"If that helps you sleep at night…"

"That's it! You are going down!"

"Au au au, you're not allowed to get up from the porch unless going inside, orders say."

An indignant expression crosses my face, but fades into a smirk of satisfaction. "You're right; I can't get up unless going inside." And once that seeps out of my mouth, a look of fear crosses his face; he's waiting for the great plan that is in my mind. "What's wrong Glenn? You're not afraid are you?" A change my face to one of innocence next and await his reaction. "Whaaaat…ppfft no. I'm just…indulging and humoring you." Oh yeah, he's so afraid…I've about got him shaking. I lean back and let my fingers wrap around the round unknown object that I plan to throw at him. In quick precise movements I pick up my arm and fire the object at his head. It hit the destination with a sound like flicking an apple and he topples over backwards and lands on his butt with an umph of shock. The look on his face is priceless and I lean backwards laughing with joy and smugness. I sit here just laughing for at least five minutes when he actually comes to realization to what just happened. He sputters and stutters out alphabet sounds with a look of helplessness. He then picks himself up slowly and rubs his head tenderly. And then he looks as if he could kill me, which sort of frightens me in a way. He then steps forward and stretches his arms out in a fast movement and grabs me. I guess he intends to throw me over his shoulder and spin me around. But before he can throw me over his shoulder, he was detached from me and yanked back from me. And lo and behold Daryl Dixon himself is holding Glenn, and looks as if he could kill him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Rick said not to rile Little Red up, she's supposed to rest."

"Well, you know…I was just…okay I was messing with Bambi. She looked bored and she kinda started it. And it wouldn't have hurt her anyhow." It's amazing how scarred and intimidated and hilarious all at the same time.

"It's ok, he's right. I started it and pushed it forward."

After continuous begging and bugging Rick, he let me get off the porch and roam around as long as it's in the boundaries. It took hours of persuasion and when persuasion got through it also took another step to actually roam around. The next was convincing Rick that I feel just time, which took about a thirty minute check up just to deem me healthy enough. And even now he orders the others to keep an eye on me. I know all of them but only as acquaintances and not on a personal level like Glenn; or my new relationship with Rick and the odd acquaintance/relationship with Dixon. It's just names with faces; I don't know likes, dislikes or personalities. But I don't have to know everyone just yet; I'm ok with just taking it slow and steady. I enjoy getting to know people on my own time, if and when I get to. I shake the line of thoughts out of my head and focus on the scenery around me. Even though everything is old, it has a nice rustic look that matches perfectly with the tall grass and fully blossomed tree and small flowers. It's all beautiful in a mourning and tragic ways that are lost in this new world of terror and horror. Too bad anything like this is lost to the world now, but at the same time I can see the reason behind forgetting it. When freaks walk and wake from death, there are a lot of things that go forgotten. I stretch out my arm and open my palm, running my hand over the leaves of the trees. I then slide my hand over and touch the rotting fence beside the tree and memorize the rough and choppy texture. I move to the next tree a few feet away and look up into it seeing if I can climb it. I haven't done that in years and I really want to catch a view of more scenery. I position my hiking boot on the tree and grab a limb and just as I start to hoist myself up…a scream echoes through the yard.

I jump over a broken bench and jog up to the house, doubling over in exhaustion. My stamina isn't up to par yet seeing as I am still weak in the limbs still. I push myself back up and search for the area where the scream's location. I don't spot anything immediate so I move to investigate the area, grabbing a sturdy wooden steak to use to protect myself. I keep my steps light and silent and slow so nothing can pick up noise. Even at the slow pace I make it to the house and on the porch in no time at all. I lay myself flush against the wall and prod the door open gently and peek in stealthily. What I see startles me, there is blood smeared on the walls and moaning behind one of the walls. I lick my dry cracked lips and move slowly into the house while trying to ignore the similarity of the situation now and my previous camp. I traverse through the living room first and take in the blood and broken furniture and struggle; soon I am sneaking through the hall and looking into the rooms. Nothing. I then go back through the house and into the kitchen and find two walkers and the body of one of my new camp mates. It is the other new girl they picked up; a blonde girl in her preteen years. I stare at her corpse body for a few seconds to let it sink in and then I lung to kill the two walkers in front of her. I then proceed to stab her in the head to prevent her from becoming a geek; I don't want her to become one. After that is done, I move from the kitchen to the living room and stand there thinking about the girl on the floor who would never live to see the cured world-if it ever comes at all. I know I have done the right thing by not letting her turn-I know I'd never want a fate like that. If I were to die, I want to die as me and not as a diseased geek. Hopefully the others in the group won't be angry at me for doing this, maybe they will understand-at least I hope they do. But right now I have to worry about the problem at hand, and that is figuring out if there are other geeks on the property at this moment. And just as I start to step forward to look for other supplies to help defend myself, yells ring through the air with gun shots accompanying them. I dart out of the living room and through the door, making my way towards the general area of the ruckus. But I don't get to go to the general area because the yard is filled with walkers and a lousy wooden steak isn't going to cut it with a big number of them. I freeze because this is going to be my death and I'm going to become a walker…and if this is my fate I might as well go down fighting and actually save the others in the group.

So I lung forward and stab a walker in the head, and this becomes a pattern. One walker turned to five, and five to ten; soon I just loose count. This feels continuous and never ending, and I'm sure this has gone on for an hour now. I can feel it in my limbs and with the lack of stamina it definitely takes a toll on me. I must look as tired as I fell, that's for sure. The next event for the few seconds is a blur, all I know is that I stumble over something-probably a body and fall to the ground. Then everything clears and I see several walkers limping towards me slowly. I can't get up; my limbs are heavy and useless and I lost my wooden steak somewhere in the fall. I look around for a weapon even though I know there are none and I can't fight with the exhaustion that covers my body like a blanket. All I want to do is close my eyes and sleep, for the bone deep sleepiness to bring me to unconsciousness. But I keep my eyes open, and it's a good thing that I do because I am saved once again. Daryl shoots the walkers around me with his crossbow, retrieves all the arrows, shoulders the crossbow and picks me up bridal style just like last time. He jogs up to a van that I didn't even know they had and puts me in and climbs in beside me and slams the door shut. He then makes sure I won't fall off the seat as the van drives away; hitting all the freaks in the process. We all get out except for the blonde preteen and just travel without stops or raids of any kind; we just drive. Everybody in the car is tense and quiet, sitting rigid in their seats. Most of the camp is in back while some are up front, and of course Daryl and I are in the middle area. I'm glad no ones in the middle so I don't have to endure their looks of pity or grief. Right now I have the freedom to just sit without stares; the only downside is that I am extremely uncomfortable position which hurts my back with random shots of pain. But I don't complain, I just endure it but someone still notices-Daryl to be specific. He nudges me and makes me spread out; my feet are at the widow and he positions me where I'm leaning on him. The new position is extremely comfortable because. It strikes me as odd to have him do this for me because I don't know why he would-I mean it's his water not mine. And he has no reason to help take care of me because I'm neither his responsibility nor anyone else's.

We must of drove for hours but I don't keep up with the time because of my dozing state. But when we do finally stop, Daryl nudges me and forces more water down my throat along with a small snack to eat from his bag. He monitors me and makes sure I've done what he wants and is pleased. He also tells me that I cannot come out of the van unless I'm told to, to which Rick agrees with whole heartedly. So I sit there listening to the group's chatter and sip my water as I sit there content to rest after the event that has just taken place. They discuss on what our next move is- where we will go, what places to raid and how much to ration for the next few days. They strategize for hour and a half before deciding on where we are going. Once the general direct is set, Rick pairs everybody off with someone to stick with. I expect to be paired with Rick himself or Glenn because those sound like the most likely pairs but instead of that Rick pairs me up with Daryl.