Authors Note: I've got a few chapters written out let me know what yall think.

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Beth

"You know where your farm is on a map?" Daryl questioned digging inside one of his kitchen counters, the news playing in the background. His roommates wanted to know everything happening out there. Most of them had the same colorful background I only recently learned Daryl had. It wasn't like Daryl was forthcoming with information about himself. It was rare he even talked about himself. Sometimes it was like you were talking to a brick wall anytime you asked him anything about himself.

"Yeah, I might be a stupid millennial, but I know how to read a map." I practically snapped. Daryl only raised a single eyebrow silently telling me to cool it. He wasn't in the mood for any kind of attitude, it didn't help that the second his friends had seen me they started making jokes about how I was going to be the first one dead. Daryl had been the one to scream at them, and basically told all of them to shut the fuck up. "If we take the freeway, it's about four hours." Daryl gave a small scoff glancing over the map.

"No freeways. We go on bikes, travel through the woods. Free ways are going to get backed up, Glenn says they're not letting anyone leave, they're rerouting everyone to safe zones. Ain't no way I'm going to some shit all safe zone, it's going to be run by someone who wants to control the situation. Best thing we can do is go your dad's farm in the middle of bum fuck Egypt. Glenn, Johnny, and Luke are all coming. You grew up on a farm that means you know how to use a gun?" Daryl spoke faster than I could understand as I heard bags hitting the wall.

"Hershel taught me the basics, I never really shot one though." I admitted watching Daryl slightly roll his eyes putting a second gun underneath his beltloop. "It's going to take a lot longer going through the woods." Daryl shook his head at my statement grabbing a knife off the counter.

"It's safer. Look at me," Daryl kneeled in front of me, so I was staring directly into his eyes. "You don't run off anywhere, you stay behind me. Shit pops off I'll tell you to run. We got tents, might find a few cabins out there. You must trust me if you want me to get you there." I shook my head feeling the tears slip down the side of my face the tv finally signing off before it finally went black. "You stab those things in the head. They move with noise; we won't shoot unless we must." Daryl instructed placing a knife in my hand.

"Your cute little church girl better be a quick learner, Daryl. No dead weight." I'd never met the man that seemed to hate me before he even knew me. I'd never been to Daryl's house before. We always met up outside our homes, coffee shops, hiking paths, the occasional bar. We were just friends, not even we could tell you how that happened. Daryl let out a low growl grabbing the crossbow that hung on the wall behind the tv. "Just know I ain't picking up the bimbo's weight unless she puts out for me." A louder growl erupted from Daryl's chest before he slammed the man against the wall with his crossbow.

"You were always my brother's friend Luke. You want to find him to feel free. Don't need your sorry ass slowing me down anyways. You touch her, you talk to her, fuck, you breath in her general direction in a way I don't like I'll fucking put a bolt right between your eyes. Just ask Glenn what a good shot I am with this thing." Daryl's voice boomed through the small house screams intensifying from the streets. "We're leaving now, find a spot to set up camp before it's pitch black. We only move during the day. Tonight is the exception; we need to get away from the noise. You sleep in my tent, not alone." Daryl pointed to me. I only shook my head watching as Daryl let go of the man apparently named Luke.

"There's an old up on that old hiking trail no one ever uses anymore. You bandaged up my knee on the porch like three months ago." Daryl rolled his eyes at my statement the Asian boy gave a whistle followed by a small chuckle hitting Daryl on the shoulder. He only closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose slinging the crossbow over his back. "Did I say something?" I was only trying to help, somehow, I felt it was more irritating that I said anything at all.

"Daryl told us he was just saving a stupid damsel he met a few weeks ago. If he bandaged up your knee three months ago means he's known the stupid damsel a lot longer than he told anyone about it. I'm Glenn, I've known that asshole for fifteen years." Glenn shoved his backpack on his shoulder putting his hand out. I gave an awkward chuckle shaking his hand. "Luke's a dick, we'll keep him in line. Johnny ain't one to make introductions he's only with us until we hit Georgia. Looking for his wife, they're separated she's living with her mom and the kids." The man I could only assume was Johnny came up behind Glenn hitting him in the back of the head.

"Kid talks way too much." Johnny spoke only nodding his head in my direction. "Luke's all bark no bite. He's just pissed off he won't ever know what happened with the series finale of Grey's anatomy." I couldn't tell if Johnny was joking or not, but I couldn't help the small chuckle that came out of my mouth. It wasn't like I kept up with that show.

"I'll lead see if anyone is up there yet. It'll only take about thirty minutes to bike up there, we'll hold up for the night, move first at the first sign of sunlight. We'll take shifts on watch. Me and Beth will take last shift, Johnny and Luke take first, Glenn takes second." No one in the room questioned him as he loosely grabbed my wrist tossing the small blue backpack he had filled with before he took me to his small house. It was right in the middle of the entire shitshow, pounding on the door. We all knew what was on the other side of that door. "Crossbow is coming up front. Hold on tight," Daryl put a helmet over my head gently tapping the outside of it. "You can lean on my back and close your eyes. It probably ain't pretty out there." Daryl got on the bike first, followed by me as I straddled the back of his bike wrapping my arms around his waist. I should have looked, should have seen what was happening on the streets. I should have faced the fact that the dead were walking among us, tearing the flesh on anyone who got stuck in their crosshairs. I heard the sounds pass us by as Daryl seemed to only increase his speed down the road. I felt the change in the way the tires ran against the forest floor rather than a highway. Daryl knew what he was doing, he would know how to get me to the farm, against my better judgement I opened my eyes seeing the trees fly by at an unimaginable speed. We drove for the thirty minutes it took to get to the small cabin, Daryl stopping the bike and shutting it off behind the biggest tree he could find.

"Where did your friends go?" I questioned watching Daryl slowly getting off the back holding his crossbow in front of his face as he looked around the forest. I couldn't hold the shake in my voice. This was something no one was prepared for. A zombie apocalypse almost felt like this was all still some sort of dream. The person I watched go from living to dead, then somehow back alive. They were no longer the person they were before. They were just some sort of empty shell hungry for one thing: The living.

"They'll be here soon. Glenn should be right behind me, the others were headed to the gun store, they were going to pick at what hasn't already been taken." Daryl answered watching me remove the helmet. "Probably won't find a lot of cabins out here, I got a tent we can share. It'll probably take at least a week to make it. Luke said something about his boss talking about how the higher ups were talking about bombing the hot spots. We're sticking to the woods; stay behind me I'll check the cabin." Daryl watched as I got off the bike standing directly behind him as he slowly moved. Daryl was looking at everything, the area we were standing in front of, the forest ground. He was looking for signs of anything.

"Why did you tell your friends I was just some stupid damsel?" I couldn't help myself from asking the question. We had known each other longer than three months even. Daryl let out a loud sigh as we reached the small cabin. He reached his hand out opening the door, turning to me, putting his finger in front of his lips telling me to be quiet. I didn't argue with him watching as he put his palm up to me telling me to wait as he disappeared into the small cabin opening all the doors. Checking for anything. There was no way of knowing if there was anyone else hiding out in here.

"It's clear," Daryl finally spoke coming out of the last room down the small hallway. "I didn't mean it. I never told the guys about you; not like we sit around and talk about all the friends we have. Besides, I tell them I'm friends with a hot preacher's daughter and I'll never hear the end of it." He answered my earlier question with ease grabbing my small backpack off my shoulders. "Grab the bedroom, I'll take the floor. It'll probably be the last bed you see until we get to the Farm." Daryl nodded his head to the room on the left of the small cabin. "Don't look like anyone has been here in a while. I'm gonna scrounge up firewood for the fireplace. Glenn will be here first he went to his mom's, trying to get her to leave." Daryl explained, shrugging his shoulders as he disappeared into the night

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