Hello to my old and new followers! Here's another installment! Review and enjoy! I do not own any of the walking dead!
MyLawyersMadeMeChangeMyName: HAHA! Thank you! I thought it was funny myself. With the whole glenn thing I can deff see why you thought that! They're so cute together but they're going to remain close friends! I'm going to love strengthening her relationship with Glenn. :)
Chapter 17
Blake and Daryl broke through the brush of the Georgia forest, looking over the graveyard of cars to find their group members, who should've been sitting around their caravan. What they saw wasn't that. From their view they could see Dale lying flat on top of his RV, waving them away and pointing his finger backwards.
Blake turned her head in the direction of Dale's finger and gasped at the sight before her. Amongst the heat waves emanating off the stifling hot concrete ground were walkers. Atleast fifty of them.
"Oh my god, Daryl. My brother, the kids," she panicked, stepping forward to brace for a sprint through the plethora of abandoned vehicles. Before she took even a few steps Daryl jerked her back roughly into his chest.
Speaking roughly in her ear he said, "You gon' get yourself killed, come on," he said as Blake reluctantly let Daryl drag her to Merle's abandoned van. Daryl let her jump in first before joining her, slowly pulling the back doors shut.
"Shit," Daryl hissed under his breathe.
Blake focused her attention on Daryl at the door, her throat tightening and her chest swelling from the fear that was creeping up her spine. The one door was hanging off the hinges and the lock was broken, which meant that it couldn't be shut completely.
"Come here," Daryl spoke pushing her in the corner of the closed back door and the back corner, keeping her out of view of what could peer through the slightly cracked and broken door. Blake prepped her knife in her fist, shaking at the fact that this might be a complete shit show if walkers happen to walk by the van that was only thirty yards away from the rest of the group.
Daryl squished in closer to her, Blake's left shoulder pushed tightly into the door and her right shoulder pushed into Daryl's bicep. Daryl was sitting with his knees tucked up tight against his chest so his long legs weren't visible. His crossbow was already in position in case any unwanted hitchhikers tried to snag a spot in the blood-smeared van.
The smell of rotting muscle and melting flesh permeated the air and caused Blake to gag on her spit. She brought her tank top up over her nose and wasn't even a bit protected from the odor that was only possible in this brutal world they lived in now. From the corner of her eye she watched Daryl, whose mouth was tight in a thin line as sweat dripped from his dark hair onto his bow and his bent knees. She forgot how hot it was till she saw Daryl's red cheeks and the sweat coating his forehead.
Blake tried steadying her breathing, scared that the walkers outside would be able to hear her heavy breathing and her pounding heart over the drag of their shoe clad feet and the consistent moaning of a deathly song. Blake wanted to peer through the window on the back door but couldn't get the courage too, scared that she would blow her and Daryl's cover. Blake kept her head still against the wall of the van, not even daring to move her hand to stop the tickling of her frizzy hair on her face.
Daryl and Blake stayed absolutely still, listening for any hint of danger when shuffling seemed to get closer and closer to the van. Blake stopped breathing in hopes that would make her even quieter. She gripped Daryl's knee needing just some type of grip to keep her from passing out. Daryl jumped slightly at the contact but didn't make any moves to rid of her small hand. She wasn't sure if it was because he didn't mind or because he was scared to move his hands away from the support of the crossbow and the trigger.
The dead started to file pass the van. Fortunately not too many were separated from the horde up on the road. Blake prayed her brother was safe and the kids were hidden safely away from the horror that presented itself on this solitary highway in the middle of Georgia. The air in the van seemed to thicken as Blake's heart increasingly accelerated and then stopped completely when what she assumed was a walker bumped into the side of the van right behind her head. She gripped Daryl's knee even tighter; thankful her nails were bitten to nubs so as not to hurt him.
She turned her head to the left to eye the window that was sitting high above her, trying to see if something would come into her vision. Unfortunately that was the case as a ghastly grey face peered it's way into the window, smelling a new meal or maybe Blake's fear. The walker slammed its face against the window, not taking into consideration that there was an open door not even a couple feet away. Blake's heart dropped as the walker's face smashed brutally at the window, its rotting teeth chipping even more and melting skin smearing on the glass. One of the eyes was lazy but the left eye seemed to be eyeing Blake as it snapped it's jaws at the idea of tearing into her brown flesh.
"Come on you fucker," Daryl hissed between it's teeth. Blake wanted to tell him to not attract it into the van but realized the more this walker banged on the window, the most likely it would attract its friends.
The walker began to shamble to the open door and before it could reach its upper torso into the van Daryl shot it in the head. Blake immediately dove for the body, grabbing its shoulders to ease it's fall. Any more noise they attracted would lead to a dead redneck and a dead black girl. As the skin of the walker started to peel off bone, Blake started losing her grip as another walker rounded the corner of the van door. It's gnawing teeth was all Blake could see as she gripped its throat, reaching back for her hunting knife and digging it deep into the walker's skull. She slowly let the body drop and hurriedly scooted back next to Daryl.
"Good work, Yankee," Daryl whispered lightly.
Blake just glanced over at him and nodded frantically for a moment. Sweat and frizzy hair was getting into her eyes and she hastily wiped them away, not realizing she smeared blood across her forehead. Daryl watched the scared woman but was impressed with her ability to act fast even when it looked like she was going to shit or piss herself…or both. Daryl kept his bow trained on the door as a couple mores stragglers made there way past the roasting metal box they were trapped in.
About five more minutes went by and they had been sitting in utter silence; no shuffling, no moaning, no offensive smell besides the dead half laying inside the van.
"I'm gonna take a look," Blake said as she looked at Daryl. He nodded his head once and she turned toward the window getting up on her feet and crouching. She warily looked out the glass trying to make out her surroundings despite the walkers skin and blood that was smeared on the window. She was confident there wasn't a threat.
"I think we're good," Blake said as she turned back to face Daryl.
"Alright, I'll go out first," he said as he got onto his knees in order to stand and exit the van.
"No, I'll go. I'm already here, just cover me," Blake said as she kicked the walkers out of the van and onto the blood covered grass below. She looked left and right then up towards the rest of the group. She saw them running around in circles frantically.
"We're good but we have to get up there, Daryl. They're freaking the fuck out," Blake exclaimed as she jumped from the van and began to walk hastily through the cars to check on her brother. Daryl caught up quickly and kept his crossbow up, watching Blake as she lead the way back.