Never ending nightmare - 【Daryl Dixion】book one

CHAPTER FIVE

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(Warning: mentions of blood and gore.)

It was hot. The bright Georgia sun was already high in the sky at eight in the morning. No amount of wind or shade could help.

"Dammit." Daryl Dixon cursed loudly as he tugged on a blanket from the trunk of an old Volkswagen. The fuzzy pink blanket was trapped under two suitcases and with the rest of the car so jam packed with bags and boxes it made retrieving the blanket even harder.

Daryl was waiting for Rick and Shane. He was antsy; he needed to get out in the woods and hunt something.

The man tugged and tugged on the blanket almost giving up when it would budge. He put his booted foot against the car and wrapped his arm around the blanket before pulling.

Daryl grunted as he tugged the veins in his arms and biceps bulged out as he tried to free the blanket.

He didn't know why he was doing this. Maybe it was to pass the time or maybe somebody might need it. He didn't know the reason behind all the struggle to free this one blanket but something in him told him he had to get it.

After lots of grunting and tugging he finally was able to free the blanket. Daryl grinned at his success, happy he was able to retrieve it.

"What the hell do you need that for?" Rick called out from behind him his back against the passenger side of a car. Daryl turned to face the sheriff and swung the blanket over his sweaty shoulder. "Don't know." He grunted, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"You and Shane ready yet?" Daryl picked up his crossbow, fixing the arrows that had been misplaced when he tossed it earlier. " 're losin daylight." He was tired of waiting. He needed to go, needed to get out there.

"Yeah. We're ready." Rick moved off the car, his hand resting on his pistol. " we should have a decent amount of daylight left. Maybe we can find a house or two while we're out there." Rick spoke while Daryl listened, the two men walking side by side towards Shane and Carl.

"What's with the blanket? We're practically in hell's asshole." Shane stared at the redneck as he cleaned his knife. "Wanted it." Daryl muttered. He stopped beside his bike and began folding the soft blanket.

" I Didn't know pink was your color Daryl." Glenn spoke from the camper, his old baseball cap placed neatly on his head. "Mhmm." The man let out an unsatisfied grunt. "Shut tha hell up Glenn." He snapped at the young man only to hear snickers and giggles from the other group members.

"Can we go or am I goin by myself?" Daryl fixed his crossbow once again, this time fixing it over his shoulder for easy access.

Rick couldn't help but snort at the male, with a shake of his head he spoke. "Yeah. Yeah we can go." The grimes said their goodbye to Lori before following behind Daryl with Shane at the rear.

The trip was silent for the first part, just the sound of leaves and twigs snapping underneath their shoes.

It was hot; annoyingly hot. No amount of shade or wind could cool them off. They were all sweating through their shirts by the time lunch rolled around.

"What happens if we don't find anything?" Asked Carl, breaking the silence, his voice soft almost in a whisper. "Hopefully we can grab some berries." Daryl spoke even softer as he was nelt down examining what appeared to be a deer track. "Maybe some nuts if we're lucky."

Daryl motioned for the small group to follow, a dirty finger placed on his lips. There was a deer nearby and he needed them to keep quiet if they wanted any supper tonight.