Feral. (A walking dead love story)

Chapter V: Killing Lies

Chapter V: Killing Lies

Our group was pretty big and as days went by our previous stock of food shortened substantially, Rick decided not to wait and called a roundtable to split the teams to search for supplies.

It always felt like high school P.E. classes when we teamed up, but the difference now was that I wasn't the last one to be chosen and soon enough Daryl already signed me he wanted me in his team along with Glenn and Maggie.

"Get your stuff and let's go!" Daryl announced when we were finished partnering up.

As I had nothing to gather I decided to wait outside while the guys prepared themselves for leaving.

"I'm not letting you go with these two jerks." Jake surprised me.

"What?" I put my hands in my hips, that was my tell when I got really pissed off "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"No! What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He grabbed me by my wrist "You are definitely not going."

"First you let go of me," I tried to remain calm "then we talk."

The door squeaked open and Glenn, Maggie and Daryl arrived just in time to see Jake still holding my wrist.

"What's going on?" Glenn innocently asked.

"We are talking, just talking." I said and Jake finally let go of me.

"It sure ain't lookin' like it." Daryl kept his hand on his knife.

"I don't remember asking the opinion of a dumb redneck."

Jake had his chin up and his arms were wide at his side, practically yelling for a fight that everyone knew he wouldn't win, Daryl's jaw was clenched and in his eyes danger was visible. The air was heavy now and we feared for the worst. I rushed to put myself in the middle of them, what instantly disarmed both.

"We have to go;" I turned my head from one to another "we don't have so many hours until dark."

"I am going with you." Jake seethed.

"Whatever." Daryl grumbled.

The trip to the nearest shopping street was tense and seemed longer than it actually was; I tried to focus on the landscape instead. The naked trees and the gelid air announced what I was afraid to utter: it was almost holiday season. I had always been the holiday-lover, the first one to put a ridiculous Rudolph sweater, bake a pumpkin cake and stuff my ass with eggnog, but this time just the thought of it made my eyes water.

As the older kid, and the only one that had a paying job I'd spoil my sisters, my brothers and my mother buying them as many gifts as I could and would whirl in joy as they unwrapped their presents.

"Aren't you coming?" Glenn tapped on the window, getting me out of my own mind. I nodded and got out of the car.

This street looked like every other market street in countryside Georgia, which meant it'd have a gas station, a fried-chicken specialized restaurant, a mini market and a pharmacy for sure.

We decided to start in the mini market and then go up in the street looking for anything else we could find.

Outside the big signboard had a few letters missing and the green awning was torn apart, but inside things were way worse; the selves were practically empty but we managed to find canned sardine, white flour, two Fanta gallons and old crackers.

The restaurant looked better on the outdoor, but as soon as we opened up the wooden main doors the walkers hurried in our direction.

I dropped my bag on the floor and got a knife out of my belt, as one of them approached towards me I quickly threw my knife in the middle of its head. I heard Jake missing another shot by my side, but the minute I attempted to help him two nasty hands gripped around my neck