Note(s): Sorry for not posting in a while, I have been very busy. But right now I have the time, so I will try to post as often as I can. I hope you enjoy!

From Thy Writer,

Allison Damon

Chapter 5

There are three reasons on why we are here, at the wreckage in a short amount of time in the situation we are in now. 1) I wanted to leave right there and then in the shack so there were no repeats of my past, 2) we need Rick to find us in order to be with the group and survive longer (seeing as here lately there is a more chance of surviving in numbers) and 3) the horde of walkers that were the cause of the wreckage in the first place did not leave but only traveled a short distance and drove us into hiding in the wrecked car; which was exactly an hour and a half ago. So here we are, squished together in a seriously broken car with no way to escape or defend ourselves. Blowing out a frustrated breathe, I watch the walkers scrabble at the door frantically while moaning and groaning loudly. They're desperate and aggravatingly loud and smell so bad I want to plug my nose, it's like they're stench gets worst every time and if it wasn't for the fact that I need my hands for defending myself I would have plugged my nose already. Getting bored, I glance over at Daryl to see how he is reacting and what he is doing at the moment to ward off his boredom, if he has any at all. His face is half shadowed and his countenance is full of concentration; his eyes training on the windshield of our upside down car. The more I study him, the more things I can pick out. His tense body informs me that he is ready for defending both of us, which can also be found out by his hand that is tightly clenching a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. Biting my bottom lip, I turn to the front windshield and also observe the walkers in front of us. They hit the metal and glass with dull thuds, smearing their rotten blood all over the glass in random streaks; my eyes follow as their blood drips and trails all the way to the bottom of the glass. Returning my eyes back to the middle of the glass, I continue to observe their feeble attempt to gain access into the vehicle. I try not to let their horrid odor of rotting flesh or the bloody and peeling limbs gross me out or disturb me in any way. To so this I focus my thoughts in a more important area, on our rations and injuries. We don't have much food sadly, seeing as we only brought enough each to last for a few days if anything went wrong and until we meet up again; but if rationed correctly we can make them last a week between us – both food and water. And the fact that we have wounds doesn't help, we don't have a lot of medicine and the wounds could get infected when we run out; and the fact that we don't have space in here to dress properly and not at all for some. This metal death trap from hell with the devil's minions doesn't either, most likely we won't last long because this thing heats and cools to the extreme and right now it's scorching in here. But I don't believe we will end like this, because I have faith that Rick and the rest of the group will find us and rescue us.

"What time do you think Rick and the everybody else find us?" I inquire and look at him expectantly, wandering what is reply will be. He looks at me with a curious expression with an eye brow raising high. It's like he is in disbelief on how I blindly believe that they will come save us. "What makes you believe that they can help us?"

" Well there are three reasons that I believe that they will find and rescue us. 1) I have a gut feeling that tells me that I can trust you all, 2) you all have showed me that compassion to some people you believe you can trust - such as when you saved me and took me under your wing and 3) I have been chatting with Glenn and he as told me a lot of stories." I explain to him while ticking them off with my fingers, chuckling when getting to Glenn. Humming he turns back to the front windshield, going back to keeping watch on the walkers. Okay then, no answer for me I think as I turn to the side window to also watch the walkers shuffle and groan. I then turn my thoughts to the threat at hand. There are three things that could bring us down to death if Rick doesn't arrive in time; we could run dry on both food and water, we could run our of medicine and get infection and that this metal death trap will over heat and cook us alive – then freezes until tomorrow. If only they were here now, then we could get out of this oven when they distract the walkers; it would be very easy honestly. I used to do it all the time with my other group and I can do it now; I just need an opening…which I don't have. Blowing out a frustrated breath and slump into my seat, looking at what's outside behind the horde of walkers. I can make out the greenery bracketing the road, bits of broken glass and chunks of metal scattered around and…two old vehicles? Jerking forward I try to get a closer look at the two old vehicles behind the walkers, counting how many feet it is from here to them. That's when an inspiration hits me like a freight train, a brilliant plan sparks into my thoughts. Leaning back I look around, trying to see what is the best route to take that has less walkers. The front windshield has a major build up, and both front passenger windows are more or less the same; the best route is to try to wedge myself and my bag into the back seat and through the back windshield. With this decided, I sit back in my seat and ready myself; slipping my back on my side and weapons at the ready. I take a few minutes to prepare myself mentally first, then I start to move. Maneuvering myself, I wiggle myself into the backseat and position myself for the launch out. Sucking in a breath, I start to count to three; one, two, three! Pulling back, I launch myself out and bust through the rest of the glass which snags on my clothes but doesn't hinder my momentum. I role on my shoulder as soon as it hits the ground and onto my knee, ignoring the bite in my knees from the glass.

Glancing around I move around the car slowly in a crouching position, making my way towards the woods for cover. I make it half way when I spot a metal rod on the ground by tree lining of the woods, and it's just what I need to complete my great plan of escape; if I accomplished this and keep both Daryl and I alive we can unite with the group, that is if he doesn't kill me himself. This is definitely a risky thing to do, especially with him. I keep looking around myself every little bit to make sure the coast is clear and I keep my knife handy to kill them silently if I have no choice. Movement in the corner of my eye alerts me of a walker, and I act as quickly as I can. I sweep my leg across the ground and knock the walker off it's legs, then pinning it down and stabbing it in the head; splattering only a bit of blood on my face. I then move off of it's body and continue to cross the rest of the asphalt, only running into an odd walker here and there and carry out the same tactic on them. It takes about ten long dragged out minutes until I finally make it to the metal rod and the tree line of the woods; and once I have the rod in hand I go into the woods and use that as my cover. With the cover I can travel faster, which only takes me five minutes to make it beside one of the old vehicles – which is an old blue truck. I sneak up to it after making my way out of the woods and open the door slower, so as to keep squeaking to a minimum of a few. I slip in and close the door gently and then proceed to hotwire it, hoping and praying that it will start. Every time I touch the wires together it sparks, but that is the only thing it does; I can't get it to start and I mentally start panicking. If I can't get this stupid truck to start then we're done for, that is unless I can scrounge up another plan; I'll just have to think of one while trying to get this metal hunk of junk to start. With renewed motivation, I frantically touch the wires together over and over but only getting the same result. "Damn it!" I mutter dropping the wires and stick my finger that got shocked, trying to use them from pain. "Okay, plan B it is."

No more sneaking around and being silence, it's time to make some noise. I put my knife in one hand and the metal rod in the other after I fasten the bag on my shoulder and hook and tighten the strap around my stomach. Opening the door I shove it open with my boot, hop out and walk around the truck; if I can almost hotwire a car the alarm should be able to work. Raising the rod back like preparing to bat at a baseball game, I let it fall with gravity and the force and best the windshield in which shatters the glass. Instantly the alarm sounds loudly and walkers turn toward me and the truck, they should be to me in about two minutes so as not to waste precious time I move on to the other old vehicle. An old car with lots of rust, an I pull back and swing and shattering its glass and setting its alarm off also. If I didn't have the walkers full attention before I have it now, and they drag and shuffle themselves toward me and the noise itself; thinking quickly I dart towards the woods and try to cover myself while speedily making my way back to Daryl. I jump over limbs and rocks and dodge trees and slide under limbs when needed; it doesn't take long to make it back to Daryl and looks both impressed and ready to blow his top. Well there went my hope and dreams of living another day, I can see it now 'death by Daryl Dixon, the group hunter.' Wiping those thoughts out of my mind, I make my way to Daryl and take initiative of the situation at hand; grabbing Daryl's elbow I drag him into the woods and down the street in the direction opposite of the blaring alarms. I then urge him into a jog and then a run so as to put more space between us and the walkers as quickly as possible while watching for any walkers that are traversing towards the alarm from another location. I spot five of them ahead of us and I ready myself to kill them, though I wait until we are in distance that is close enough for me to work with. Plus Daryl can't use his cross bow because it would slow us down when collecting the arrows. Once we are in the distance I need, I let go of Daryl and drop to the ground and slide and swipe my legs and knock two of them to the ground. I then stab them in the had, moving from one to the next and jump up and swipe my knife across the third walker's head which kills it instantly. Turning on my heel I prepare myself for the attack against the fourth one, only to find Daryl killing the fourth and fifth. Seeing as there were no more walkers left to deal with yet, we continue traveling forward with readied weapons, hopeful hearts and strong wills.

WD

It's dark now and the only thing illuminating our path is the moon beams that shine though the trees and light up the sky. We walk in silence, only emitting a noise when signaling each other when spotting a small group of walkers or debating on whether or not to take a new path or not. I don't know if he is disappointed or just plain angry that I impulsively sprung a plan without notifying him. I mean when I things impulsively last time my new group wasn't too happy. This silence is actually worrying me a lot, because this kind of silent broody Daryl is really intimidating; plus the fact that I actually care that I do make him angry or disappointed. I mean he is the person I have spent the most time with other than Glenn since I lost my last group and I don't want to hurt the ones I have now; even though I don't know them well yet. In this new world when you find people that are worth keeping, hold them close because they can be taken away from you before you know it. So breathing out to calm my nerves, and ready myself for what is to come.

"Daryl?" I glance at him, waiting for him to answer me.

"…" He doesn't answer me and it scares the hell out of me and I don't know what to do; I don't know how to handle silence. My whole life I have dealt with bullies yelling freak at me and my father beating me and screaming about my defects and faults, but never in my life have I ever dad to deal with silence. It's freaking me out! I can think of the most complicated plans but I don't know what to do, this is out of my turf. I can't be impulsive or sarcastic to make things better or save my hide or anyone else's. I just wish I have a handle on my mouth before I babbling my heart feelings to someone I hardly know. I guess that's to late now.

"Ok look, I know your upset. I should of have told you about my plan, but I just couldn't take the thought of you saying no. I mean if you would have said no then we would be as good as dead, and it would be just like when I lost my former group but in a different way. And I just saw an opening and I couldn't pass it up because that would mean saving us and then we could make it back to the group. And I'm sorry if your disappointed that I carried though, but could you just say something. I can handle beatings and yelling and screaming but silence I – I can't. It's freaking me out man, it's freaking me out! I can't handle it – I can't! So if you could ju –."

"Enough." I click my mouth shut as I stop before I bump into Daryl who has stopped and is standing in front of me; having my full attention. "You'll have only a knife to protect yourself around me and the rest unless said I say so. And let's get something straight, no one is going to beat you while in this group while we can help it; and it is wrong." And with that, he turns and continues walking forward and after a few seconds of shock I whisper an 'okay' and follow him a few paces behind. Ten minutes into more silence (a better and more relaxed silence mind you), I spot a yellow light ahead and instantly I know what it is. "Daryl they found us! They're here!" I hastily say in excitement and start to jog towards them with Daryl beside me, while waving and trying to get their attention. The vehicles stop twenty feet away from us and then Rick and Glenn and Michonne step out of the car and approach us. Glenn grabs me and raps an arm around me and Rick walks beside Daryl while Michonne is in the middle of are pairs. We speedily walk to the car and pile in. It relieve me to finally be back with the group even if it means my weapons other than my knife is taken away along with my freedom temporarily.