Chapter Two
Daryl's POV
I left the camp early in the day to go hunting. It was the only way to clear my head. My brother, Merle, had gone with a few others for a run into the city and I didn't want to think about possibly losing him too. He was a tough son of a bitch but I still worried. I was absent mindedly twirling the wedding band on my left ring finger and had to take a deep breath to stop me from breaking down. I didn't want to think about her. I couldn't let myself think about her. I had convinced myself that she was dead. I had to convince myself that.
She was a good shot with a gun and a crossbow, I know, I taught her how to hunt. But the reality of it was that she was six months pregnant when this all started. Not much of a chance as a pregnant woman when the world is like this. I was mentally cursing myself for leaving her that day. It was all that consumed my thoughts every time I thought about her, which is why I had to force myself not to think about her. It hurt too much.
Maybe that was why I was so cold hearted and rude to the rest of the people at camp, with the exception of a woman named Lori. She knew about Summer and everything that happened and she was sympathetic because she had lost her husband. But I still couldn't let myself open up to anyone. I was filled with too much anger, resentment, and guilt. But I think everyone was feeling like that at this point. This is why I couldn't lose Merle too.
Throughout my trek I had shot down at least a dozen squirrels and I had finally spotted a large buck and began to track him. So many years of hunting made it easy for me to lure the animal in the direction of camp.
I had walked at least a day into the woods and I knew I wouldn't be getting back to camp until mid morning but that was fine with me. I liked being alone in the woods and besides, I couldn't sleep. Every time I did I dreamed about her. So I figured the best thing to do was track the deer through the woods.