A/n: I am really loving this story. Please review :) I own nothing but Callie and Jon for the time being. A new character is coming eventually, so stay tuned. There will be romance, promise.

Chapter Two: Deadly Flames

Daryl saw the explosion racing towards him. He worried about his family who was inside the house, but he knew he had to stay and take cover. He rolled under the tractor, watching the ugly people walk towards the shed. He barely had shut the door enough.

As the flames came closer, he closed his eyes and feared the worst. Only, he didn't realize how terrible it could really get. When he heard the doors of the shed fly open and no other sound could be heard. He looked up, seeing that all the creatures were lying lifeless on the ground. He quickly got back on his feet and raced back into the house, leaving the suitcases behind. He searched the entire house for his wife and son, calling out, "Callie! Jon! Where are ya?"

He finally came to the study room and when he opened the door, he saw the glass windows shattered and everything sprawled out on the floor. He rushed over to his son who was lying closest to the door. He lay still, his cheeks turning a pale blue and leaving no traces of the rosy cheeks he always had whether it be hot or cold.

Daryl felt tears brim his eyes as he lifted his son's head up, "Jon, buddy, wake up. They all dead now, wake up!" When Jon didn't respond, his father hugged him close, praying he'd wake up at any moment. Finally, he set Jon down, knowing he was long gone. He looked around for Callie and saw another body under the bookcase Callie had so loved to use for all the books she had read. All the books were scattered all around her, mostly Christian books that he—as well as Callie—sometimes enjoyed reading.

He knelt down and lifted the bookcase off her tiny body. Instead of setting it up right, he tossed it to the side in anger. Slamming his hand on his mouth to keep from choking out, he noticed she was just as gone as his son.

He screamed a no and punched the wall. If only he had just stayed with them, he could have saved their lives rather than his own. Daryl screamed into the daylight, wondering what on earth he had done to deserve this. Was God playing a practical joke on him? Was he not good enough to live happily with his wife and son? What had those two done to deserve such a short-lived life?

Scrunching his face, refusing to let the tears fall, he walked out of the house and grabbed his bible out of the truck. Daryl walked back into the house and tossed the book to the side for now while he carried his wife to their bedroom. He made the bed all nice and neat and lay her on top gently. Running back downstairs, he picked up his son just the same and brought him up the stairs. He noticed that there were severe burns on his face as well as his torso and arm. Tears were now falling as Daryl began to sob.

He laid Jon gently next to Callie and placed his bible under her crossed arms. She looked so beautifully peaceful, it almost killed him. He gave a kiss to Jon on his forehead and walked over to Callie's side. Bending down to kiss her cold lips, he saw his tears fall on her smooth skin. He wiped them away, feeling like he should kill the world.

Before he left their house, he boarded up every window and every door to make sure that no demonic things would attack his wife and son let alone even step foot inside. He grabbed the key to the front door—which he had left unboarded for his own convinence—and locked and bolted the front door, looking at it for the last time. It pained him to think he would never see either of them ever again.

Daryl stuck the key in his pocket.

After grabbing a shotgun, a few rounds and his crossbow containing twenty arrows, he marched outside the shed and saw one of the creatures on the ground begin to get up. Daryl glared at it and shot it in the head, taking the arrow out of its head. He then began walking through he cornfield, ready to get revenge on every creature that dared cross his path. There wasn't anyway in hell that anyone got away with the lives of his family and getting away with it. Those creatures were sure to regret messing with them at all.

Daryl wiped the tears from his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows on his path ahead of him. He felt a piece of his heart being left behind, but he forced himself not to turn back, even though all he wanted to do was lay there with the two of them, mourning over his loss.