Chapter Nine – Boost
"Ain't tall enough." Daryl declared. They were standing in a small gas station, and there was a drop down door, with no latter, that had the words supply storage on it.
"Give me a boost then?" Riley asked. He looked her up and down, then stooped, he slid his head between her thighs, pushing her up with his shoulders. "Almost there, can you push any higher?" She was two inches from grasping the ledge. Daryl sighed, but grabbed her thighs, close to her butt, and shoved her hard, she grabbed on and pulled herself up and into the storage area. "Cool." he heard her breathe.
She was up there a few moments before she dropped her pack down, "Throw me yours." He did as she asked, and she was away from the hatch again, then moments later dropped his pack.
"Let's lower me down then," as she maneuvered herself dangling her legs, a walker appeared, Daryl released an arrow at it, in the moment of chaos she had lost her grip on the ledge, and tumbled. He caught her hard, one hand on her chest, and the other between her legs, bruising her. She heaved a sigh.
"Let's go." Daryl set her down, and watched her look at him. She was thinking something. She hugged him before he could move away, her arms tight around his waist.
"Need a jacket, you too. The temperature is dropping."
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