Defenseless
Daryl
They walked inside the CVS and Sarah led him to the pharmacy counter that had barely been picked over. "So, are you from Georgia?" she asked.
"Born and raised." He wouldn't be much help with picking the medicine so he leaned back against the counter, really looking at her for the first time. Her long blonde hair just brushed the small of her back. You could tell it was real because the roots would have grown out and shown themselves by that time otherwise. She was a petite woman, only around 4'11 if Daryl had to wager a guess. He noticed that she had nice curves in all the right places and was slight everywhere else.
Sarah seemed to know exactly what they would need, not wasting any time grabbing the wrong bottle or looking at the information labels on the side. She placed them in a rectangular shopping basket beside her. "You seem to know a lot about all this," Daryl said.
"After twelve years of medical education I certainly hope so," she smiled at him. "Pharmacy wasn't my specialty, but I got to know the basics of nutrition and general health at school."
Twelve years? Daryl hadn't even graduated high school. He smirked a bit, remembering his high school years, and then looked at her.
"Would you mind grabbing some toothpaste? I forgot that on my last run. I think you'll find it in aisle five if I remember correctly," she said.
He nodded and walked to the other side of the store. Daryl stopped in front of the assorted boxes with their various promises of blinding white teeth in three days. 'Zombie apocalypse happens and there's still too many goddamn choices,' he thought.
As he contemplated what one he should bring back, he heard a crash at the back of the store and Sarah screamed the word "Help!"
He ran while loading his crossbow. A walker with guts hanging off its face lunged at Sarah, who threw a bottle of pills at it. The pills bounced off and hit the floor, and Daryl shot the walker. The arrow went straight through its eye.
He bent down to pull it out, wiping the blood on his pants. "What the hell was that, you think a goddamn plastic bottle's gonna save your life?"
She seemed too out of breath to answer, so Daryl sighed and picked up the basket of meds she had already collected. "Come on," he said gruffly. He put a hand between her shoulders and ushered her through the front door.
This is the last short chapter, I promise! From now on they'll be around double the length, haha. And as a bit of a surprise, I'm uploading another chapter in about two minutes! Things are cooking now, by golly. Enjoy :P