Author's Note: Okay so in case you guys didn't pick up on this, the italics mean that it's a flashback. Also I'm so happy already with the amount of people who have read my first chapter of this! I'm going to be publishing one chapter per week. Every Friday or Saturday I'll try to publish a new chapter! Or if I get people requesting twice a week I may do that. Only if people ask though. So until stated otherwise it'll be once a week! :D

Chapter 2:

Chupacabras and Jerky

Daryl leaned against the camper; he and his brother had managed to get away. And while Daryl had been hunting he had found the group. Needless to say they allowed him and his brother to join them. Daryl was thankful even though the more people, the more he had to hunt. He wasn't opposed to hunting for more people however. He pushed off the camper and walked over to the group who were gathered around the low fire now, cooking the squirrels that he had brought back after a quick bout of hunting. As they sat everyone was quiet, even Merle. So Daryl cleared his throat, "You know this whole thing reminds me of this one time I was squirrel huntin'." He said after biting into some squirrel meat. "Saw a Chupacabra."

Merle scoffed at his little brother, "Chupacabra my ass. You were just so messed up that ya' thought ya' saw a blood suckin' dog." He said as he sat next to his little brother. The man adjusted himself a little and put his hand on his little brother's back, "Seriously, Daryl. Ya' didn't see any Chupacabra." He said with a deep throaty chuckle. Of course he was just being playful.

"Fuck you," Daryl murmured as he ate more squirrel. His free hand moved into his jacket pocket. Inside of his jacket pocket were two blue buttons with the blue thread still woven through the holes. Daryl had tied the thread so it wouldn't come lose. His fingers gently brushed over the smooth surface and he felt an urge to sigh but he held it in. Didn't need Merle hassling him about it, he already got enough shit from him as is. Daryl looked up at the sky and something caught his eye. The moon, it was full… It made him wonder if Lucy was looking up at it right at that moment. And little did he know…

"Shit," Lucy hissed out as they quickly moved out of the way. She and Daryl currently tried making their way home. Walking, since both had neglected to drive to the bar. But what was stopping the two was the large amount of people running around in panic. A few were just standing there balling hysterically where a few others were yelling as they walked slowly talking on their cell phones. "God damn it! Get the fuck out of our way!" Lucy ended up yelling as Daryl helped push people off to the side.

"Son of a bitch," Daryl grumbled; it was chaos out in the streets so the two ducked into a small store hidden in the alleyway. An organic shop that wasn't any bigger than seven feet by seven feet. There was only the store clerk there and he wasn't even paying attention. "Looks like we're stuck here until the streets clear up." He raised his hand to run it through his dark brown hair as he sighed with annoyance. There was a radio on obviously, because the gentle music playing stopped and announcer started to talk. How people needed to evacuate and head to the nearest refugee centre, stuff like that.

Lucy sighed. "… Hey, Daryl," she nodded to him. Once he looked at her she smiled, "If things really get shitty you just need to look up at the moon. I swear it'll make things clam down for you." She said surely. It worked her for anyway. Made things seem much calmer…

It wasn't working. Not at that moment anyway. At least not for Lucy and Shelby. "Run!" Lucy said quietly but sternly. She and her identical twin sister were on the run. Sadly they weren't able to find a place to hide out at during the night so the two were currently running from a small herd of Walkers. The two 5'7" twins were wearing fairly decent clothing. Lucy a black and red flannel shirt over a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans with black and red Airwalk sneakers. Slung over her shoulders was a speargun and a sniper rifle. Also a black duffel bag. Her sister had the same except a white and blue flannel shirt and only one sniper rifle. Inside the duffel bags were clothes, food, water, bullets, a few hand runs, and a good number of hunting knives, hatchets, and other items along those lines. They both had two hunting knives strapped to their sides as well as one gun.

"Over here," Shelby said. Her hair was short, unlike her sister who had hair that went down to her shoulder blades but usually had her hair in a braid or two. Shelby ran into a store, Lucy running in right after. They quickly closed the metal gate after quickly locking the metal doors. Locking the gate the two sighed and relaxed slightly. The Walkers banged at the glass, however they weren't able to break through it. "Okay now we should go make sure there aren't any more of those damn things in here."

Lucy nodded; the two had their knives pulled out ready to attack. However once they finished they were able to relax since the back door was locked tight and there wasn't any Walkers in the small shop. There were only a few things left, luckily there was a few bags of beef jerky. The twins grabbed the rest of the bags, Lucy shoving them into her bag. Aside from two of course. The twins sat on the ground in the dark chewing on the jerky quietly. Although while sitting her hand went down to her knee high blue socks. They used to have buttons on the side, one on the outside of each. But the buttons were missing… Her lips pulled up into a smile when she remembered why they were gone. But her attention was quietly drawn back to her sister when she spoke.

"What are you thinking about?" The once OB/GYN asked curiously. "You have that spacy look on your face again." Shelby pointed out. It was only when she was thinking about something personal that she had that sad, spaced out look on her face. And lately she seemed to get that look a lot more often when things were calm.

A small smile spread across the pale female's face, "I'm just thinking about everyone who we left… you know, everyone who died. Like our neighbours, the people we worked with…" Lucy trailed off before shrugging. She looked over at the doors as the Walkers continued to bang at the glass. Her tongue trailed along the piercing that was centered in the middle of her lower lip. Neither twin missed their parents; the two had been nothing more than people who gave them food for the first sixteen years of their lives. After that, the twins got jobs and went on to finish high school and got scholarships to the colleges that they wanted to go to. Of course Shelby went with becoming an OB/GYN whereas Lucy went on to become a computer tech, along with doing some coding (among other things).

"Hey," Shelby said while putting a hand on her shoulder, "You know that everyone's in Summerland. They're probably all gathered around a really big leafy apple tree drinking something delicious with huge plates of juicy red and green apple slices with caramel dip." She said in an attempt to comfort her sister. "Oh and you know what? They are probably thinking 'damn it, we should have taken boxing!' Or at least self-defence classes." She said playfully.

Lucy nodded; normally she was much more… tough. She never really liked showing her soft side but because she was with her sister she felt more at ease. Her hand went up to the necklace that she constantly wore. It was a small hard plastic bottle with a cork that was secured. Inside was a small rolled up bit of paper that when unrolled said 'With love, Shelby' with a heart at the end. Of course Shelby had the same one that Lucy had written in.

The two looked back over at the door. Since they were hidden the Walkers couldn't see them, and slowly they began to lose interest. One by one, the Walkers began to slowly move on. Probably because they heard a bird or something. Either way, the twins made themselves comfortable, being as quiet as they possibly could.

Lucy's eyes were focused on the ceiling. She and her sister were lying on the floor next to each other, Shelby was fast asleep. Lucy sighed a little, her eyes slowly closing.

"…" She stared at Daryl. They had been in the small shop for hours. Surely things had died down by now? "Here," Lucy extended her hand out to him and dropped two buttons in his hand. A small smile spread across her lips. "Something to remind you to keep your humanity when things get really shitty, alright?" She said before heading out.

Daryl frowned a little before looking at the two objects in his hand. Two blue buttons. A light blue at the top that got darker as it went down. And in the four holes, matching blue thread. His eyes darted back up as he watched the door close. Surely they would meet up later? Either way he pushed the thoughts aside and headed out. To get Merle and then get the hell out of that town.