The Things They Carried
Daryl
The line of four cars- plus his motorcycle- drove into the good-sized, but desolate town on the main street. At one end there was a motel. A couple bars lined the street, as well as a supermarket and gas station. They followed the Nissan to the gas station parking lot and circled up to talk.
Rick spoke to the group. "I talked to Scott and we're going to split up and go through these different stores. Lori, Carl, Rosalyn, Beth and Carol will stay here and try to get as much gas as possible. Scott said they have about fifty gallons stored so I'm sure we can get a fair amount. Scott, Glenn, and Maggie can head to the supermarket. Marco will take T-dog and I to the police station…hopefully there will still be some guns there. That leaves Daryl and Hershel to go with Sarah to stock up on meds at the pharmacy."
"Dad, can't you stay here with me?" Beth looked as though she were going to cry. Daryl figured that since she just lost her mother last night, she didn't want to risk losing her father the very next day.
Before Hershel got a chance to say something, Daryl said, "The pharmacy ain't far. She and I will be fine; he should stay here." Beth looked at him gratefully.
Daryl watched as the Italian guy protested. "Sarah couldn't hit a target two feet away if she tried, she needs more than one person to protect her."
"Well Daryl's the best shot in the group, they'll be fine," Rick told Marco, who still looked unsatisfied. He said something in Sarah's ear before she walked over.
He watched as she bent down to Carl, who was standing next to them and said, "Grab yourself a candy bar while you're in there. Snag me one too if you would. I'm a big Snickers fan," she winked at the kid and then turned to Daryl. "Ready?" she asked.
He nodded and slung his crossbow around his shoulder, after tucking a handgun into his belt.
The group split and the two of them started walking. "It's too damn quiet for a town this size. I don't think trust it much."
"The only time they come out here seems to be at night. Like Scott said, we've been staying in that motel. We just don't go outside when they are. I think most of the town headed right to Atlanta."
They were quiet for a minute. "None of you talk like you're from these parts. How'd you get so far south?"
"We're all from New York City. I grew up with Marco and Rosalyn. The three of us were on a plane to Florida when things went to hell. Scott was there too, but we didn't know him then. We aren't sure what happened…but something shot down the plane and we landed in a lake. I think it was the military." Her voice dropped even softer, and Daryl had to strain his ears to listen. "We landed in the water and the four of us were the first out. We were able to swim to shore before a bomb that was attached to the plane exploded." She sounded so sad for a few moments. Daryl didn't know what to possibly say, he never had a way with words. Silence seemed his best friend at the moment. Fortunately, he didn't have to think on it long or come up with anything. "Well, here we are!" she exclaimed.
Alright, I hope everyone likes it so far! I know I'm starting off this series super slow between Daryl/Sarah but I'm just giving it the time it needs so the characters can fully develop. Reviews are always encouraging so it'd be great if you left one! As always, thanks for reading.