Um….I'm back? Hehe…..sorry it's been so long! I've been kind of lost on how to continue and I started another story…..but here I am! :D Thank you so much for all the reviews, they were wonderful and I love you all!
"Carl I – " An arrow pierced Shane's head, effectively silencing him and driving through the brain, killing him instantly. He fell backwards as if in slow motion, finally landing with an almost silent thump on the ground.
"He was annoying me," Daryl grumbled, walking forward and taking out the arrow. Outwardly he projecting a feeling of irritation, but on the inside was turmoil. I just killed a man. He was alive and no he's DEAD. Because of me. He could be the last Shane in the world. He could be the last person with a shaved head. And nw he's gone…because of me.
"Daryl…. Thank you. I couldn't have done that," Rick whispered, nodding his thanks and holding Carl close. Carl was sniffling and buried into his father's shoulder. Daryl held back a wince, hoping he hadn't just destroyed the boy's childhood, or whatever was left of it.
"It was nothing," Daryl mumbled, turning away. But when he did, something caught his eye. Movement in the trees. Frowning, he walked to the end of the hill, and what he saw made his blood freeze.
Walkers were emerging from the woods, slowly at first but quickening their pace when they began to smell food. Their groans and moans were still quiet, and if Daryl hadn't looked over he probably wouldn't have noticed them.
"Carl, Rick, run ….now," Daryl ordered, backing away.
"What? What'd you see?" Rick frowned, standing slowly.
"Walkers. Herd of 'em. And they're heading towards the farm," Darl added grimly. Rick stared at him, fear and horrow in his eyes. Then he turned around and began running, Carl in tow.
"Glenn! We gotta go, now!" Daryl yelled.
"Right behind you!" Glenn shouted bac as he raced up to Daryl. Glenn, however, had been much neared to the herd, and they were now chasing him. Daryl cursed, running to his friend. Wait, friend? When did Glenn become a friend? Mentally shaking his head, he drew his pistol, slinging his crossbow on his back and kneeled down, shooting down walkers that came to close to Glenn for his comfort.
"Thanks man," Glenn panted, slowing down as he reached Daryl.
"Don't thank me yet, we gotta haul ass," Daryl snapped, standing up and sprinting away. The walkers were gaining, excited by the chance of eating, probably for the first time in weeks. We might not make it, Daryl thought, and if we do, what then? We would have no time to pack things, even with Rick and Carl giving them warning. We'll be overrun. Someone needs to distract those walkers.
"Glenn! Keep going!" Daryl waved his arm forward, beginning to slow down.
"What are you going to do!" Glenn shouted over his shoulder.
"Just go!" Daryl commanded, coming to a complete stop. He turned around, pistol in hand.
"Let's dance," Daryl smirked, shooting down a woman that probably used to be beautiful, but withher golden locks were smeared with grime and blood and her broken jaw, she didn't cause Daryl that much pain as she fell to the ground, her own blood spreading across the grass.
Five more walkers fell to the ground, but they kept coming. Daryl reloaded, jogging back and to the right, to further lead them away from the farm. Most of them followed him, while others continued to pursue the main group of survivors. From what he could see they were now loading up the RV with supplies, and Andrea was on top of it, shooting down the walkers Daryl wasn't able to distract with Dale's rifle.
He was able to take down fifteen walkers in total before he ran out, and then he took his crossbow out, shooting down the walkers that were next to his face and then yanking out the arrow to shoot down another walker. Another seven walkers hit the ground.
But even with that mehtod he eventually ran out of arrows, so he took out his knife. He felled three more before they surrounded him. One ripped into his left arm, and Daryl yelled out, stabbing it with his knife. Another drew it's nails down the side of his face, and another fell to nip at his ankle.
But then the assault stopped, the walkers staring at him in confusion. Daryl's vision began to blur as the fever came, much faster this time. I must be turning into one of them … that's why they stopped….Daryl thought through the fog in his mind. He slumped forward as the remaining walkers began to stumble back to the other survivors. His mind began to go black while the rest of his body burned with fire. And then there was nothing more.
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Carol was crying, running and dragging Sophia with her. A few walkers were chasing her, but she had lost her knife and her gun had run out of ammo. Sophia had a little pocket knife, but it would do little against all those walkers. She was running out of energy, and Sophia was lagging behind, her breathing heavy.
So instead of trying to leave the farm on foot, she was aiming for a group of walkers that had been taken down. Hopefully their smell would hide her and her daughter, but if they didn't….No, it will work. Carol thought firmly.
"Momma I'm tired…" Sophia whimpered.
"Just a little farther," Carol promised. She went to the middle of the pile of bodies, shoving away the highly uncomfortable feeling about the blood and bodies.
"Lay down Sophia," She whispered, gently nudging her to the ground. Sophia gratefully collapsed.
"Now I need you to be quiet," Carol murmured, dragging bodies over her daughter.
"Love you," Sophia said quietly.
"Love you too, now hush," Carol smiled tightly, resting the last body on her daughter's face. Carol then looked up to gauge the distance the walkers were from her, and nearly cursed.
They were barely twenty yards away. She raced to the nearest body, but recoiled when she felt it was still warm. The wounds were fresh and she frowned, looking at the face.
"…Daryl? Daryl!" Sure enough, as she rolled him over he groaned, still alive.
"Daryl, Daryl you have to get up! Now!" The walkers were getting closer, and Carol knew she didn't have time to hide herself.
"Daryl please …I need you! Daryl please!" She begged, her voice rising. Still no response. With time running out and her impending doom coming closer, she did the only thing that came to mind to wake him up. She kissed him.
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Daryl felt something warm pressed up against him. It wasn't like the terrible burning – this fire was soft and … well, nice. It pulled him from the darkness, faster and faster, until he realized the warmth was focused on his lips. Was someone … kissing him?
His eyes opened and he noticed it was Carol. Her owns eyes opened, staring at him. She pulled back, and he absent-mindedly noticed that her eyes were really pretty …
"Daryl!" Her words shocked him into reality as he realized the situation. They were surrounded by dead walkers, Carol was covered in sweat and slightly trembling, and loud growls were becoming louder.
Daryl leapt up, knife in hand, thrusting with as much force he could muster into the walker's eye. It fell down and Daryl attacked the other one, running on adrenaline and a need not ot let anyone die – not again.
All four walkers went down, and Daryl went onto his knee, gasping for breath as the pain from his wounds came back.
He winced as Carol pressed her shawl against the wound on his arm, smiling gently at him. Sophia crawked out and leaned against his right arm, hugging him tightly. No words were spoken, and for awhile, everything seemed peaceful.
"Let's get moving," Daryl said after a few minutes. He got up, leaning slightly on Carol, Sophia clinging to his hand.
"To the highway?" Carol suggested.
"The highway,"Daryl agreed, and they began their long, painful march to join the rest of the group.
THE END
So what did you think? Please review so I can improve on my writing style for other stories. I may write an epilogue if enough people ask for one, but if you guys don't want one this is the end. Thank you so much for reading, have amazing lives! :D
-Hatakefire