AN: Welcome back to my third chapter! YAY! So I hope you're enjoying this story. If you are, feel free to let me. And, even if you're not, tell me anyway, but please make sure you tell me what I can do to improve it! Here it is:
"Rick what happened, man?" Shane asked.
"I told her to come this way, and keep the sun on her left shoulder...why isn't she back?" he panted.
Daryl shouldered his cross-bow and walked toward the guard rail.
"Where are you going?" Dale asked.
"Little girl ain't gonna find herself."
"I'll come too," Lilian said. "I'm pretty good at tracking."
Daryl looked at her surprised before shaking her head. "Sure yew are Princess."
"Actually, she's the best tracker I know," Mason said with a small smirk. "Even bested our dad."
"Okay, that'd be helpful. Thank you," Rick smiled lightly. Daryl thought about not going at all now, but he would rather trek through the woods with Rick and Lilian than be stuck on the highway with the rest of the group.
"Be careful, Lil," Liam said. She nodded and began walking next to Rick. Liam gave Daryl a cold stare. He didn't like the way his gaze lingered on Lilian Even if she didn't seem to notice. None the less, the trio made their way through the woods quietly.
"How'd you learn to track?" Rick asked Lilian. Even if she and Daryl were comfortable with this awkward silence, he wasn't.
"My dad was really big into hunting. He used to take Mason, Liam and me out for a week at a time during the summer."
"Liam's your brother too?"
"No, he's just a close family friend. He and Mason met in kindergarten. They've been like two peas in a pod ever since."
"This is it," Rick pointed to a creek bed surrounded by trees. Daryl and Lilian silently began looking for tracks. Once they found her trail, they followed it through the soft green grass. unfortunately, it went cold.
"Can't find nothin'!" Daryl said angrily.
"Me neither."
Both of them began cursing. Rick tried to stay in serious mode, but these two were so much alike. It was insane. Other than physical differences the only thing that really separated them was the fact that Lilian was far more outspoken than Daryl. She was the kind of person who'd tell you exactly how she felt. They all turned in alert when the heard a growl. One that belonged to a walker. Daryl quickly took his cross-bow and shot it in the head.
"Nice aim," Lilian complimented. Daryl simply nodded.
OoO
The group still on the highway paced around nervously. They wanted everyone to come back safely-soon. The sun began to sink low in the sky. Mason held Olive close to him. He was trying to stay strong, that much was obvious to Liam. He knew his best friend better than anyone. He also knew that Mason didn't deal with grief well, Liam experienced that first hand.
Cold winter wind whipped through the air. It bit and nipped at the sad trio walking through the cemetary. The youngest of the three was eighteen, and the other two, twenty-one. Still too young to loose your mother. Mason tried to distance himself from his baby sister and his best friend, he didn't want them to know the pain he was feeling, he had to be strong for them.
Liam wrapped his arm around he crying blonde. If Mason wasn't going to help her, it was up to him. He didn't mind being close to Lilian, not one bit. She sobbed hard into his side. He held her tighter. It was rare for it to be this cold in Georgia, even being the middle of January.
They walked across the frozen ground to the casket ready for lowering. Lilian and Mason's dad stood still, in his black suit, black shirt, and black tie. His blonde hair-which matched Mason and Lilian's was in complete disarray. Usually, he had it greased back. Not today. When Lilian saw his green eyes-that Mason inherited, she knew just how upset he was. Who could blame him? The man just lost the woman he'd loved since childhood for crying out loud.
Lilian ran to her father like she hadn't seen him in ages. They embraced each other. The old hunter who was in his late fifties hugged his eighteen year old. "Daddy...I can't belive she's...she's...gone..." the young woman sobbed.
"Me either baby doll," he kissed her forehead.
After the funeral, Liam was driving Mason back to their apartment. They were currently living together outside of Atlanta, and going to college. When they got there, Mason began punching walls and he threw dishes to the floor.
He's a ticking time bomb, Liam thought to himself. Luckily before Mason could have his mental break down, Rick, Lilian, and Daryl returned from the woods. They all had blood on their shirts. Carol shook as she pointed at them.
"W-why is there bl-blood on your shirt?" Carol asked.
"Took down a walker," Daryl answered.
"I'm so sorry Carol!" Lilian exclaimed. "Her trail went cold..."
Carol began to sob. Lilian felt so bad for the crying woman. All she wanted to do was hug him. But, that wouldn've been over stepping her boundaries. She didn't know Carol, or anyone else in this new group well enough to hug them. Instead she took a seat next to Liam on the tail gate of a truck. She noticed that Liam was giving Daryl a cold glare. She elbowed him roughly.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothin' Lil," he scoffed before he left her to go see Mason. She rolled her eyes, knowing she'd never be able to understand him. Daryl glanced her way and moved on as well.
Great, I unknowingly pissed off two guys in one day, Lilian thought to herself.
AN: I know this chapter wasn't my best work :(. But, the next one will be more interesting. This one was kinda just to build up to the next one. That one will be better. I PROMISE! Let me know how I did!