The French Girl

Note: Just so you know, I was busy all last weekend with my mom, and then I spent the day with my boyfriend yesterday (Monday) and now, here's chapter 7! PS: There's some of Antoinette's back story! Lies, this chapter isn't Wildfire yet!

Memories of Us

Annie cuddled her brother's head in her lap, sobbing over his rotting corpse. She knew he'd be coming back soon, would be one of the monsters that haunted everyone nowadays. She ran her fingers through his soft blond hair and felt her voice crack as she pulled him closer. "Pierre…."

She could hear the group talking in hushed voices.

"He'll be comin' back soon, we gotta kill 'em." She knew that voice was Shane's.

Rick's, "We can't. She just lost her brother; let her have a moment to herself."

Annie tried to block the voices as she broke some more. "Why?"

"Come on lil lady, get up," Annie looked up to find Daryl standing there with his crossbow on his back and an ax in his hand. "We gotta take of these people, our own 'fore they turn."

She sniffled. "H-he wo-won't t-turn!"

"You're shittin' yaself," Daryl said as he watched her. "He got bit girly."

She glared now, wiping her noise before looking down at her bloody brother. "He's gotta survive…he's just gotta!"

Daryl sighed as he shifted a little on his feet, watching the dead body that was Pierre Molle. "Antoinette,"

"W-what?" she whimpered.

He never ever said her full name. She looked up and he sighed. "I understand the pain, more than anybody here— but we gotta do it. What if he comes back and hurts you?"

"Then I die!" She finally came back with, hugging her brother's body and running her fingers through his bloody blond hair. "He's my brother Daryl, I can't…I can't lose him like mom."

She looked over at the dead body laying away from her, seeing that it was a female walker. And Antoinette noted that the walker looked an awful lot like… Mom. The walker that had killed Pierre was their mother. She sobbed.

"Get ya shit together, gurl! Do ya think the walkers will leave ya jus' 'cause ya brother's dead?" Daryl asked her.

Annie looked up to glare at him. "Just get away from me Daryl! I want to be alone!"

He held up his hands but did as asked.

Annie looked down at Pierre and began to mourn for her dead brother.

-O-

The first movements were that of groans. It was the only sign of life Annie got after her brother had been bit and then bled to death. She looked down to find Pierre opening his eyes but instead of his blue eyes finding hers, she found those of a sickly milky grayish yellow eyes staring back at her.

"Pierre…"

The creature snapped at her trying to figure out what it wanted and it wanted her. Annie ran her fingers along the side of his face, smiling through her tears. Daryl and most of the group were watching with wide eyes as Annie cuddled the walker.

"I…I love you big bro," she whispered. "I…I want you to be happy, and I know you wouldn't be if I let you….live."

The Pierre-thing groaned at her as if she'd allow for it to bite her.

Annie felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "I love you Pierre…"

And with that, she stabbed him in the head with her knife. After the-thing-that-once-had-been-Pierre-thing stilled, truly dying this time, Annie sobbed into his chest burying her face into it. "Pierre!" she wailed.

Daryl was quiet watching Annie cuddle the dead creature. He knew that if it had of been Merle, that would be him. He may have kicked Merle a few times but he'd still be upset.

So he watched her, making sure she didn't do anything to herself and he wasn't even sure why he cared. Maybe it was because he hadn't gotten laid in awhile— that was what Merle had said. Annie, she was still cuddling Pierre's head. She wiped her eyes as she smiled slightly. "You're with mama now…" She told the body.

Daryl would have never caught it if he hadn't of been a hunter. When the girl had stood up, she looked at him. "I…I need to bury him."

She did not want to leave the body somewhere she may never get to visit again but she wanted to bury him. Pierre was one of the nicest people in the group. "Alright, got anywhere ya wanna bury him?" Daryl asked.

Annie nodded. "Under….under a tree, he said…if he ever died, he wanted to be buried under a tree….a cherry tree if possible."

Daryl nodded. And so, he began to pick up Pierre's body so he could be wrapped and then placed into the ground for his final resting.

-O-

Annie sat under the cherry tree Daryl had found nearby. She ran her fingers over the newly fresh dirt that covered her brother's body. Pierre was dead. Annie felt sad sure, but she wanted him to be in a better place. She remembered some stuff from when she was a child…

"Bubby! Can I play with you?"

"No! You're a girl, who would want to play with you?" A young blond toddler stood before her 6 year old brother. They looked almost like they were twins in looks but not in height. "Go play with mommy!"

The girl— little Annie pouted. "But I wanna play with my bubby!"

Pierre frowned at his baby sister. "Mum!" he called out and their mother looked out the front door.

"Hmm?"

"Annie's bugging me again!" Pierre told his mother.

Sure, the two siblings never got along much, but Pierre was still her big brother. And another memory took over her mind.

A young 16 year old Antoinette Molle stood with her hair curled and a bright look in her eyes, and a 19 year old Pierre looked pissed. The young girl had almost hearts in her eyes. "Can you believe it Pierre? My first date!" squealed Annie.

He grumbled. "I don't think it's a good idea."

"I don't think you're a good idea."

However, as time went by, Annie was starting to feel hurt. She was sitting by the door still, watching the clock. "Where is he?" she whispered.

Pierre had had enough. "Let's go to the movie; just you and me." He said and she smiled.

"Thanks." Together, the siblings with together.

But once they got there, they found Annie's date pretty much eating another girl's face (making out). Annie broke. And let's just say, Pierre ended up knocking the guy out cold.

"I'll miss you Pierre," She said softly but up anyway, knew that she needed to be strong. Besides, she knew now that the rest of the group needed her. "So where we headed?" She asked as she rejoined the group.

"CDC," Rick said glancing at her and Annie was quiet. "So pack up and we're heading out in the morning."

"Oui," she turned and headed back to her tent.

Up Next: Wildfire, (for real!) The group begins their journey to CDC.

Sorry if this chapter sucks, it's more of a fuller. And sorry about the lateness, busy! And to add to it, my aunt's funeral was Saturday, I was working Saturday and Sunday AND I was hanging out with my boyfriend Monday. Whooo so I had no time to actually WRITE. So review please?