"Hey, where are you going?" Daryl breathed as he jogged to keep up with me. I'd walked to the front of the house and was speeding away angrily in whatever direction my feet were taking me.
"Away from here. Isn't that what you wanted?" I snapped, my cheeks flaming red.
"What did Merle do?" He ran infront of me and stopped so I couldn't continue. I turned in the other direction and began again. "Hey! Tell me!"
"Why the hell would you care? You saved me and you regret it. You see me again and you tell me to leave before I stir shit up between you and your asshole brother. And now you're asking what's wrong with me, as if you actually give a fuck? Hah, likely." I was trying my best not to show how messed up I felt, but it wasn't going very well.
"It's not that I don't care I just - I'm not good with people I mean- I saved you before, isn't that something?" he stuttered. I glared at him. "It's Merle, ya'know? He's my older brother and I'm-"
"His bitch?" I interrupted. Now it was his turn to glare. He sighed.
"Yes, his bitch. And there 'aint nothing I can do about it because he's the only one I've got. I've not seen anyone else since this shit started, it was just me and him. So don't expect me to know how to act when I meet someone new, okay?"
"Whatever. Just leave me alone. I hope you guys are very happy together. I gotta go."
"Don't sell me that bullshit!" Daryl yelled. "You're all alone, just like me and Merle."
"That's not true, I have friends to be with." I said half-heartedly.
"Yeah, and I got'a date with Megan Fox at seven this evening but that 'aint happenning."
I groaned. "Would you just leave me be, okay? Go back to Merle, live, kill, survive, do whatever the hell you did before I came along and forget about it!"
"Things aren't that easy!"
"You don't even know me, I'm sure it's not that hard." And with that I sprinted away, trying to run as fast as I could and keep hold of my shovel at the same time.