Daryl was sitting on his motorcycle, staring at the arrow in his hands, he approached it to his face, very slowly, like it was a piece of the most fragile and expensive diamond.
He smelled it, hoping it still had Susan's fragance. Suddenly, a million of memories came to him. When he taught Susan how to ride a bike, Susan opening her Christmas present, the last time Susan talked to him.
'Dad?'
-Su? Are you all right?
-Dad, please tell me what is going on.
-I don't even know
-I've seen my best friend eating a person yesterday… they are dangerous, aren't they?
- They are really dangerous, promise me you will stay away from them, doesn't matter if one is your best friend, doesn't matter if it is your mother.
-I promise… Dad… I love you
- Me too, sweetie.
Daryl closed his eyes very strongly; he didn't want anyone to notice the tears being born in his eyes.
Anyway, he kept reading.
Day 2:
Dear diary:
Sorry, I forgot the non-dear diary policy.
Dear you:
So, it seems I woke up alive. Things are actually pretty boring in here. I mean, it's the zombie apocalypse, which 17 year old teenager wouldn't love it?
I feel so lonely, I wonder if what I did to mom was necessary. I mean, I would have died, but at least I'd have someone to chat with. Don't pay attention to me, I'm being stupid. Anyway, I miss dad, so much.
I miss him hugging me, telling me my arms are way too short to use a crossbow, everything. I sometimes wonder where I would be if mom and dad were married. I've heard thousands of versions of the breaking up, but it is still a mystery to me.
'I saw it all in a minute, I was in the kitchen, he hugged me from my back and whispered to my ear he loved spending time with me, but he didn't want to be anything but friends'
'She told me I love you, here is my loving, but we can't be together, we're not teenager anymore'
Yeah, a bunch of tales about rush, passion, a lot of wine and then me. But that marriage wouldn't have worked, they were, are and will be too different.
Who I act more like? I don't know. I'm this weird combination of them both. I have dad's courage and survival instinct, but I am emotional and silly as mom. I've heard she had a lot of boyfriends in high school; in that sense, I'm more like Daryl.
I mean, man! It's the apocalypse and I have never kissed or had sex with anyone. I haven't even tasted a drop of alcohol. I have to be the geekiest survivor ever. And now I'm talking to a book, great!
Do you know what? I'm done with this for today.
Bye.
Su
Daryl felt like a fool, there was so much about his daughter he didn't know. Frustrated, he took his crossbow.
''Rick, I'm going to look for her again''
He took the little arrow with him and left the diary on the table in the RV.
''Dale? Dale!'' a couple of minutes later, Carl Grimes entered the vehicle.
''What? Is everything okay?'' an old man with a dirty old hat came running from the other side of the trailer.
''Have you seen mom?'' the kid asked.
''She's with Carol… what's wrong?''
Carl sighed with relief.
'Oh, nothing's wrong. I just do not like not seeing her around'
Dale smiled; he patted Carl's back and left the RV. And suddenly, Carl ran into a book that, somehow, seemed to be calling him.