A/N Hey all, sorry there's not much going on in this chapter. They will get better soon, I promise! Reviews are always helpful *wink wink* Hope you like it anyway. Much loves 3
Sam pulls the blankets up over her head when she hears Daryl open the door.
"Time to get movin. Get up." he says, shaking the bed with his foot.
"Don't wanna." Sam says from under the covers.
"We agreed we'd leave today. Now come on, I ain't playin." he tugs the blanket, trying to uncover her. "I wanna get a good couple miles behind us before dark."
Sam struggles to keep the blanket over her head, a battle she is slowly losing. "Don't you want to take advantage of this big bed at least once while we can?"
"We did. We slept in it, didn't we? Now git yer ass up. Don't make me drag you out."
She laughs "I"d like to see you try."
He grabs her ankle and pulls her a few inches towards the end of the bed. She lets out a shriek of surprise and grabs onto the bed post to keep herself in place. "You weren't thinking I'd grab your hand, were you? I ain't that stupid, fallin for that twice."
"Do we really have to leave?" Sam whines, loading the last of their stuff into the jeep.
Daryl rolls his eyes, "It's only your family we're goin on this crazy mission for. Maybe we can find it again if we make out way back through here."
"Ok, I guess that will have to work." Sam says, sliding into the jeep "How long did you say it would take to get to Boston?"
"Probably a week at the most." he says, getting into the drivers seat.
"We're going to lose the moon going in." she says, looking at the ghost of a crescent moon in the cloudless blue sky.
"We'll be good, don't worry about it." he starts the jeep and pulls away from the cabin.
"Annd back to the real world." Sam sighs, spotting the first lone walker since they left the cabin.
"Yeah, I almost forgot the dead were walking around, trying to eat us." he says, only slightly sarcastic.
"Shut up." she playfully punches him in the arm. "Hey, we're almost in Mass, right?"
"You're the one with the map, you tell me. I'm not the one that knows this area." he reminds her "But if we're not already, we won't be tonight, we gotta find somewhere for the night. Any places on that map nearby?"
"Couple of miles up, there should be one. We good on everything? Or do we need to find supplies?" she asks.
"Just gas. We should be good on everything else. That cabin was actually pretty well stocked." he takes the turn she signals him to "Want to try a station or just empty cars as we find them?"
"We haven't had any luck with the stations, why don't we just start with the cars, save our selves some time." she says.
"You alright?" he asks, glancing at her.
"I guess." she stares out the window "We can probably make it to Boston by nightfall if we leave first thing tomorrow."
"Yeah… is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I don't know, I'm getting scared again, and I'm trying not to panic."
He takes one hand off the wheel and grasps hers, "How many times I gotta tell you? You're strong. You got this."
She returns a small smile and squeezes his hand "Let's try here."
They pull the jeep into the neighborhood, avoiding the abandoned cars that litter the narrow street.
"Scavenge here, sleep in the car and head to Boston in the mornin?" Daryl asks.
She takes a deep breath "Good a plan as any."
They do a quick sweep of the immediate area around the cars, each only finding one starved walker. Sam grabs a few extra gas cans, figuring it'll be easier if they don't have to stop tomorrow. She starts on the cars at one end of the street, Daryl takes the other. They make short work of it, pro's at it by now. Sam looks at one of the houses and sees the drapes flutter.
"Daryl," she gets his attention "there's something in that house. I saw the curtains move."
"Probably the wind, or an animal. Most of these houses were looted I bet, so doors, windows, they're broken or gone."
"What if it's people? We haven't seen any other people in weeks." she asks, heading towards the house.
"I thought that was the point of taking the back roads." he grumbles "Just leave it, let's go."
"No, what if they don't know we're all infected?" she turns back to him "We have to make sure people know that, keep as many people alive as we can."
"Damn it Sam, people can figure it out on their own. We're losing the light out here, and we still need to find somewhere to stay the night." he all but yells at her, trying to halt her walk up the driveway.
"I'll be quick, I promise." she ignores his protests and opens the door.
Daryl leans against a car at the end of the driveway, arms crossed, waiting for her to come back out and tell him it was nothing. So bent on helping as many people as she can, hasn't she realized by now that people aren't the same anymore? You look out for yourself or your group, that's who you worry about keeping safe and alive. Not random people in some neighborhood you happen to be passing through.
Her scream shatters the quiet around, and instantly his feet propel him forward and into the house, his bow hit's the doorframe on his way inside, bouncing off and slamming into his ribs.
"Fuck." he exclaims, eyes trying to adjust to the dim house "Sam, where are you?"
"Daryl! Help me!" her screams come from the left.
He can hear a struggle and heads towards the noise, he sees the body on the floor first, probably the walker that drew her in here, but she took it out no problem. The two on her now must have surprised her. One has her by the hair, trying to pull her off the floor where she fell, the other one is dragging it's mangled, half eaten body towards her. Sam has one hand on her hair, trying to get free of the walker's grasp her other arm is keeping her from being flat on the floor, her feet frantically kicking at the one crawling towards her snapping it's head back and breaking the grasping fingers. Her weapons are nowhere in sight. Without hesitation he stomps on the skull of the smaller walker on the floor as Sam is finally able to free herself and rolls away when it goes to grab her again. He lunges at the walker and shoves his knife through it's jaw and into the brain.
"Fuckin bitch got a chunk of my hair." Sam rubs her scalp "I'm, sorry, I didn't see them. I dropped my blades when I fell."
"I shouldn't a let you come in here, specially alone." he picks up her hatchet and knife from under the bed.
"I would have done it anyway." she takes the weapons from him.
"Yeah. What the fuck is the matter with you? Told you not to come in here, said it was nothing. But you," he glares at her "you're so goddamn stubborn. Running in here half cocked, not thinking for a damn second that even people aren't friendly anymore." he sees her face pale and her eyes get wide "What?"
He looks around the room, for the first time really seeing it. All the pink and white, the kids toys, the small walker on the floor.
"Oh hell," he grabs her arm, "come on, let's get out of here."
They fill up the tank in the car and load the extra cans in, setting off to find somewhere for the night.
"We'll try and make it to Boston tomorrow," Sam says firmly "I can't keep putting it off."