Chapter Eight
Summer's POV
The day was pretty productive for me. It was the first time in a long time that I had something to do other than wander around and kill walkers. But I was worried that by the time dinner rolled around no one in the group was back. I could see the same look of distress on Lori's face that I'm sure was plastered to mine. We tried not to think about it or anything. We tried to just go about having a normal dinner.
We were all laughing and telling stories from before all of this. Trying to make everyone feel better about the people who had yet to return. It was difficult but it was what we had to do to keep our composure. I'm sure everyone was telling these stories more to keep mine and Lori's minds off of the fact that our husband's hadn't come back yet. We were all laughing when Amy got up.
"Where are you going?" Andrea asked.
"To pee," Amy said, "can't have any privacy around here can I?"
She went over to the RV and we continued our conversation.
"We're seriously out of toilet paper?" I heard Amy say and then I heard her scream.
Everything happened so fast. We were over run by walkers within seconds. It became pandemonium. I pulled my knife from my boot and jammed it through a walkers head while I saw Andrea run over to Amy. Lori was trying to shelter Carl as best she could and Shane was blocking them firing off rounds.
"SUMMER!" I heard Daryl yell from behind me, "DUCK!"
I dropped to the ground and saw the arrow fly over my head and into a walker that was coming toward me. I ran over to it and pulled the arrow out of it's head. I tossed Daryl the arrow and stood back to back with him.
"Just like the old days, huh?" he said firing another arrow.
"Yeah, except we're not shooting ducks and I don't have a bow," I said stabbing a walker through the head as it advanced on us.
We continued like that for a few more minutes before all the walkers were dead. I felt Daryl pull me into a hug and I stood there for a minute to catch my breath. I looked up at him and he wiped my face with his bandana, I guess I had blood on me. Then he kissed me.
"What took you so long to get back?" I asked, "Where's Merle?"
"Glenn got taken by a group of Spanish guys, we had to negotiate with them to get him back. Lost some of our guns in the process," he said, "Merle wasn't on the roof. He cut his hand off and burned the stump to stop from bleedin' out. He got out of the building and made it to our van and took it before we could get back to it so we had to walk back here. But I came back in one piece like I promised. And what were you doing jumping right into the action!? You could have been bit!"
Now he was getting angry, not because he was mad at me but because I could tell he was scared.
"I wasn't going to just stand by and let these things take out our people!" I shouted back at him.
"You got blood on my vest," he said with a smirk and I knew that he wasn't mad.
"I'll wash it tomorrow," I said with a laugh and kissed him again before walking over to the rest of the group to figure out what to do with all the bodies.