Living Proof

Chapter Six: Trouble

"Merle, I can explain." Said Daryl quickly, holding up his hands. "Get you ass away from that city girl. I told you, you can be friends, not lovers." "You know we aint little kids, Merle. Leave us alone." Wonder why Shane was here. "Get away from that redneck." Said Shane. Now Merle and Shane were fighting because he called Daryl a redneck. "Come on." Whispered Daryl as they sneaked off out of the water. He smiled softly at me. "They are just jealous. Trust me, things will calm down after a little bit." He walks into an empty tent that wasnt his. Fully clothed I might add. He sat down, yawning softly. "Hmmm..." He leaned against his arm that was resting on his knee. "We gotta move out today. We cant have anymore walkers coming from the city." He said. "I agree with that. Plus I lose power when I end up getting angered and using my power..." I explained. "Have you ever been on a motorcycle?" He asked with a smile. I giggled. "No, I though noise attracts walkers." "They do, and I ride a loud motorcycle." "Well let go then! I want to leave for the factory." "Lets go." He got up.

We got onto his motorcycle which was brought to life in one swift kick. He roared the motorcycle. Rick stared at us. I winked at him. "See you at the factory." I said as Daryl reved up the engine and drove off. It was a good hour drive to get to the factory. Everyone knows where the old abandon factory was.

After a while, we stopped and got off the bike together. The factory was an everything factory. Built toys, factored food, supplied water. We could live here for the rest of our lives not caring about anything. On top of the factory was solar pantles, that gave us light. The only problem was getting inside. It was chained up pretty tightly. And we didnt have bolt cutters. "Maybe we should have thought this out." Daryl mumbled. "Rick has some in his truck,we should kill an walkers that are lurking around." I said, I spun around. My eyes almost fell out of my skull. I tapped Daryl's shoulder.

"Hmm?" He whispered. He turned around to see the same thing as me. In front of us was a huge, deformed walker. It was covered in this bullet proof vests and leggings. My eyes widen. "How the flying fuck are we going to take him down?" I said. "Dont use your ammo. Use your knife. Wait till he gets close to you then i will stick it in his head." I stared at him. "If you let him kill me, i will kill you." I whispered. He laughed softly. This walker was at least, 6'6." He was so tall. He stomped over to me. Went to grab me, but thank god Daryl shoved a knife into his head by jumping. I panted as it fell in front of me.

Suddenly the walker shot his head up and crawled to me, grabbing my foot and bit the shoe. "Daryl!" I screamed. Daryl removed the knife and stabbed it back into the walkers head. I quickly got away from the walker. Panting and crying now. Daryl hugged me tightly, panting softly. "Im sorry." He whispered, kissing my cheek. "Daryl..." I whispered, staring at the walkers body. "Hmm?" He asked. "Thats a ex marine." I mumbled. He turned to look. Still on the ground. "They are strong. And will not go down with a good fight." The walker was now standing on its two feet again. My eyes widen. I pushed Daryl away as the walker came chargin at us. He slammed me into the door of the factory, grunting in pain, i looked at Daryl. The walker slammed me again. Opening the factory wide. The walker tummbled down on top of me.

I heard a loud snap and pain seeping through my chest. "Gah!" I screamed. The walker, stood up and threw me against a wall. I hit it with a thump. I panted hard. I slowly got up, despite the pain in my ribs. I closed my eyes tightly then quickly opened my eyes as blood boiled. The walkers eyes now turned red. There was a painful scream in my head, high pitch. My eyes snapped shut. I fell to the ground. So thats what happens when I use that...

I opened my eyes. This guy was mean... We should be calling them project X's not walkers. I was slammed against the wall again. Daryl finally came behind the x. And rammed a knife into it's neck, slicing it's throat right up, and yanked his head off. The body fell to the ground with my body. I felt faint... Daryl dropped the head and stomped on it repeatly. I grunted in pure pain. Daryl ran over to me, holding me softly. "What hurts?" He whispered. "Everything." I said. "We will have Dale check you out okay?" I nodded. He picked me up slowly, carring me upstairs where the factory spits out beds. He gently set me down, trying not to hurt me.

"I will go inform Dale what has happened, they cant be that far away by now." I nodded, closing my eyes. The screams echoed in my mind. I sighed softly. Daryl's motorcycle started up and I heard it drive off. I laid there, thinking about my life. My body was in shambles. I cried silently. Suddenly I heard a low rumble. Non other then Project X zombies. I listened to see how many they were. 1.... 2.... 3.. 4. 5... Five. God damn it... Five. It was hard taking down one. But now five?! I was going to die tonight... The x's walked upstairs, looking around, i held my breath. Then a loud booming sound, one x dropped to the ground, the four more and they all dropped to the ground. "Havent seen you since you exited the military." I heard. Tears began to fall as i turned my head to see non other then my own flesh and blood. My brother...