Follow the Rules

Chapter 17

The next day we had dales funeral.
Daryl walked off to the woods to go hunt.
~~Daryl POV~~:D
I went to the woods to go hunt .
As I was walking I noticed a stream.
Standing by it was a buck. Bout' a 10 point
"Looks like dinner" I smirked
I lined up my crossbow but couldn't get a shot. I stepped closer but lost my footing and slipped down the steep slope.
As I tumbled down I felt a searing pain in my side .
I finally stopped falling at the river bank.
(Skipping mushroomy Daryl moment)
I started walking back to the farm and got in a field when a walker came out of nowhere behind me.
I ducked under its arm and got behind it.
It turned around and lunged at me.
I tried my best to keep it from biting me when I felt a searing pain on my head and everything went black.
~~ hour later Aim POV~~:D
I shot him
I shot the only person who loved me
I ran to the barn after they got him inside and hid on the 2nd floor.
I sat and cried.
I tried to stop my breathing but I couldn't.
I started to go into a panic attack.
I can't breathe .
Maybe it's better off this way.
I only screw up.
Dad was always right.
I'm nothing but a stupid bitch....
~~Daryl POV~~:D
i woke up to a searing pain in my head.
"The damn bitch tried to kill him. We should just throw her out" I heard shane say
"You know maybe you could shut your big mouth and tell me what the hell happened" I glared at him
"I'll tell you what happened. That bitch you call your girlfriend shot you and ran to the barn to hide." he yelled
Oh shit.
I quickly got up but immediately got dizzy.
I ignored the spinning in my head and started to walk out.
"Daryl what are you doing?" Ricks asks
I ignore him and keep on walking I walk outside and head towards the barn ignoring looks of other people.
As I open the barn door and walk in.
"Aim?" I ask "I know it wasn't your fault. You were trying to help me. Come on I won't hurt you."
I don't hear anything so I climb up the ladder and see her lying there with tear stained cheeks.
"Oh Aim baby" I said and walked to pick her up.
She shifted and curled into my arms.
She probably hates herself poor angel.
If they only knew how many problems she had.