We drove for what seemed like forever. The area we were traveling through was quite secluded. I felt like I had been driving inclined, uphill, for so long when we finally reached a small clearing. Even through the darkness, I could tell we had found whatever it was that Shane was looking for. I pulled up close to the RV, and put my truck in park. Everyone began getting out of their cars, so I grabbed a sleepy Cheyenne, and held her close as I walked over to where Lori and Shane were standing.
"What are we gonna do now?" I asked quietly, as Dale walked up with Andrea and Amy beside him.
"We need to settle in and secure the area." Shane instructed. "Go into the city and get supplies. It's the only way we'll be able to stay here for a while. We can assemble a group to go into town soon enough. It'll be daylight in a couple of hours."
I nodded, and stared when I saw a boy I hadn't seen earlier. Where had he been hidin'? I squinted through the darkness, and when he came around the side of the RV, I nearly grinned. It was the kid that delivered our pizza the night before. Unbelievable. He walked up to stand beside Dale, and when he saw me, he tilted his head.
"Glenn, right?" I asked. "I didn't see you earlier, back there on the road."
"Yeah, I remember you. You ordered that pizza... I was in the RV trying to map out the area, and figure out where to go next. Also trying to get the radio to work. I saw you talking to Lori, but it was too dark to see who you were. Then the bombs..." Glenn trailed off.
"Well, I'm Spencer, and this is Cheyenne. And that's Shay." I introduced my small group of three. Glenn smiled at us and looked at Dale.
"I should go with whoever is planning on going into the city." Glenn offered. "I know my way around, and I'm good at getting in and out of places quick."
"I think that's a good idea. As long as you're careful." Dale warned, his face serious. I looked to Shane, and pulled my .22 from the small of my back.
"I know how to shoot." I offered. "And I'm pretty quick on my feet."
"Look, everyone just get some rest. We'll start a watch and keep someone on post. When day breaks, we'll gather up and go into town." Shane said, looking at us all.
"I'll go." A voice caused us all to turn, as Daryl Dixon came strutting up, with what looked like a crossbow in hand. My eyes were adjusted enough to see everyone somewhat clearly.
"Great. At least there are plenty of volunteers." Shane shrugged, and even in the darkness, I could tell there was a smile on his face. We all walked off our own ways, and I put Cheyenne down in the back seat of my truck. She was asleep, and I figured that it was a good thing. There might be many sleepless nights ahead. I sighed.
"You can't go into the city." Shay whispered, looking at me. I looked back at her, studying her face in the darkness.
"I have to. They're gonna need as many people as possible..and I can shoot." I explained. "We gotta get supplies or we'll never make it."
"It won't be safe." Shay shook her head. "Look around, Spencer. Nothing's safe! Not our apartment or town. Not the city. We just watched it get bombed to hell and back. And now you want to go trotting off into Atlanta to find supplies? Do you know how many people are in Atlanta? I highly doubt they all left. Alive." Shay had a good point.
"I know, but listen. Like Glenn said, it'll be an in and out sorta deal. Ain't no fiddle faddle bullshit. This is serious. We need supplies, Shay. We won't survive without 'em." I tried to convince her that this was the right thing to do.
"And what do I tell Cheyenne if you don't come back?" Shay asked, her voice strained.
"I will." I said surely, hoping that my confidence wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.
The sun was rising, and the group was getting prepared for the trip into the city. I placed my gun snug into the small of my back, securely in my jeans. I looked over at Lori, who was watching me with worried eyes. I offered a smile and walked over to Shane and Glenn.
"What's the plan?" I asked, leaning against Shane's jeep.
"Daryl and Merle are gonna unload the motorcycle off the truck. Gonna take the truck and my jeep. Get down close to the city and stop. Walk the rest of the way. Get in and out as quickly as possible." Shane nodded toward the truck. Sure enough, Daryl and Merle were taking the motorcycle off the back. I wrinkled my nose slightly and looked at Shane.
"Who's ridin' with who?" I asked, fearing that I already knew the answer.
"Merle's too fucked up to do anything, so Daryl offered to go. Morales, Andrea, and T-Dog are ridin' with me." Shane said, looking at me with slight concern. "Can you handle Dixon?"
"I guess so." I said quietly, looking over at the redneck. He looked at us with an impatient glare, his eyes cold. Cold and hard. I looked away and took a look around.
I realized that there were a lot more people here than I thought. I felt comforted, something told me that power would come in numbers. At least we had something to back us up. We had a group, and it wasn't a small one either. It was like our very own little refugee camp. I almost laughed.
"Ain't got all day!" I heard Daryl growl, so I looked at Glenn.
"You ready?" I asked.
"No." Glenn admitted.
"Good, then let's go." I turned on my heels and headed for the truck. I turned back to see Shay watching me go. "Take care of Chy!" I called to her. She gave me a thumbs up, and I shook my head. She was still pissed that I was making this trip. Oh, well. What can you do?
"I guess we're riding with you." Glenn said, his voice soft. Daryl grunted, but didn't say a word. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I stopped myself. Not even a day with this asshole and I was already getting tired of his attitude. Glenn and I walked around to the passenger side, and stared at each other. Glenn's stare began to turn into a pleading look.
"Oh, fine!" I huffed, and I climbed up into the truck, settling in beside Daryl. Glenn hopped in and shut the door, giving me a thankful look. I just shook my head slightly and looked at the windshield.
Daryl started the engine and followed Shane, who drove down away from our little safe place. I watched as the trees flew by and Daryl turned sharply, hitting the brake and gassing it, kicking up dirt. The move caused me to be slung into him, and I nearly yelped when I slid. I grabbed the grip handle and gave him a glare.
"What?" He growled, glaring right back.
"Nothin'." I mumbled, looking back at the windshield. I kept my eyes on the road and our surroundings, trying to ignore Daryl's crazy driving. I kept a firm grip on the handle in front of me and tilted my head slightly to glare at Glenn. He gave me an apologetic look before turning to face the window.
It seemed like only minutes before Shane stopped ahead of us. Daryl slowed to a stop behind him and parked the truck. Glenn jumped out of the passenger side, and I was right behind him, ready to get out of that truck. I looked at Shane, and I must have been shooting daggers out of my eyes, because he chuckled.
"You okay?" He grinned.
"Fine. So what now?" I asked, looking at everyone.
"Get in and get out." Glenn said surely. "I know the way. We just have to be very quiet and very sneaky. We'll be able to get what we need and get the hell out of there."
"He's right. We need to make this quick." T-Dog agreed.
"Then let's go." I said, feeling ready. We all walked in silence toward the city. I felt as if someone was watching me. I looked around, seeing nothing. Paranoid, I shook my head.
"You all right, Spencer?" T-Dog asked, looking at me with a sincere look.
"I'm okay." I nodded my head. "Just feel...paranoid." I admitted.
"Don't we all?" He smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. We kept walking and I began to notice what buildings were what. You could tell the grocery stores from the shopping centers. But still, everything looked dead.
"Try to get as much canned food as possible." Shane ordered. "Camping gear, weapons, whatever you can find, grab it. Try not to shoot your gun unless you absolutely have to. We have no idea what we're dealin' with or how many of them things are out there. This is the city, we will more than likely be very outnumbered. Don't let yourself get cornered."
"Got it." Andrea looked ready to get this over with. I nodded in agreement, understanding the feeling. I wanted to get back to our little quarry, and back to our people. Back to Cheyenne and back to Shay. I tried not to think negative thoughts, as we walked quietly, getting closer to the store areas.
Somehow, I managed to be on the same wall as Daryl, go figure. We crept along quietly, he had taken it upon himself to go ahead of me. How sweet, I thought with sarcasm. I looked around nervously, watching for any movement. We reached the corner of the building and quickly darted inside.
The first thing I saw was one of those things walking toward us. I had heard some of the group referring to them as 'walkers'. I pulled my gun out, but before I could even think, the thing was on the ground with an arrow through its head. I looked over Daryl, who had a smirk on his face.
"Man said no guns." He growled. I was not starting a fight with him. Not here. I just shook my head and kept my gun down. We split up and began looking around the store.
I found a bag, similar to a duffel bag, and began throwing things inside. Anything that looked useful, I threw into the bag. I pocketed a few things, too. Just in case. Never know when a knife or two might come in handy. Before I knew it, Daryl was at the end of the isle I was in, staring at me with impatience. I slung the bag over my shoulder and nodded.
Without a word, we crept back out of the store and made our way around the back. I could see Glenn, Andrea, and T-Dog already making their way back to where we came from. Daryl and I walked quickly, but quietly, toward them. I heard a noise and drew my gun, turning quickly.
"Whoa." Shane's voice made me relax.
"Sorry." I whispered, lowering my gun. I kept walking back toward the vehicles. I caught Daryl's eye, and noticed him looking at me as if I were stupid. Now it was my turn.
"What?" I snapped at him. He just stared at me, snorted, and kept walking. I decided to just let it go, I didn't have time to go rounds with him. I needed to get back to Cheyenne, quick. I was getting worried.
We finally reached the vehicles, and I climbed back into the truck. Of course, I was chosen by Glenn to sit in the middle again. I leaned toward Glenn the whole ride back. Daryl never once looked at either of us and was silent for the entire ride. As soon as we reached the camp area and he parked the truck, I jumped out quickly, and made my way over to everyone.
"Spencerrrr!" Cheyenne dove into my arms. I picked her up and held her close.
"I missed you." I whispered to her.
"Missed you." She whispered back. I noticed everyone watching us, with slight smiles, and I felt myself begin to blush. I turned toward my truck, Cheyenne still in my arms. I noticed Daryl slinging his crossbow over his shoulder, and stalking off towards the woods. I wondered if he'd be okay...
Who cares? I shook my head at the thought and sighed. Daryl was a jerk and Merle an even bigger one. I'm sure they can take care of themselves. I smiled as Cheyenne began asking me a million questions about our trip into the city, and I tried to answer all of them as kid-friendly as possible.
Once satisfied, she ran off to play with Carl, Sophia, and Morales's two kids. I knew that Cheyenne would be safe with these people looking after her. I knew these people were a safe place. Everyone seemed to be eager to help the others out. All except the Dixons and Ed. They weren't much for emotional support, nor babysitting. I grimaced at the thought, as I let my tailgate down and took a seat.
Hey, guys ! Hope you enjoyed this chapter ! Thanks so much for the awesome reviews on Ch 1 & Ch 2 ! This chapter was difficult, because they don't really show much of the FIRST few supply runs in season 1. I had to wing it. I figured since Shane seemed to not really go into the city, I would throw him into the mix for the first supply run ever. And don't worry, I said the Daryl/Spencer relationship was going to be slow, and it is. Spencer won't have to worry about being stuck with him again for a while. Merle was just a bit drunk hehe.
Tonight's episode was so sad. Daryl left (wahhhhh) Rick's cheese done slipped off the cracker (Lawdddd) Glenn is sad, Carl is sad, Carol is sad, Beth is sad, they all just sad, sad, sad. Daryl is gonna have a lot of ass kissing to do for this betrayal.
But I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and don't worry, I am going to start re-watching the first season so I can really begin this story and get it on track. i am so excited ! Thanks again for the awesome reviews !
~Kaila