The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 16

Seaira's POV

We bury Beth by the church, and we drive a long time. Noah and Rick discuss where Noah was from, Richmond Virginia. "It was secure. It has a wall, homes, 20 people. Beth wanted to go with him. She wanted to get him there. It's a long trip, but if it works out, It's the last long trip we have to make." Rick considers. We stopped at the side of the road and stretched, discussing what we need to do.

Glenn speaks up from next to him, "And what if it isn't around anymore?" "Then we keep going." Rick replies. "Then we find a new place." Michonne chimes in. I don't say anything, I honestly don't care what they do or where they go. Once its time I'll be leaving the group, they don't need me, they need each other now. They need to heal, and I'm in the way of that. Daryl hasn't spoken up either. 

We are in two separate cargo vans. We keep driving for I'm not sure how long. We pass a route sign, South Carolina 221. I sigh quietly and bring my knees up to my chest in the seat, sitting in the back. Michonne driving the van I'm in. I see her glance in the rearview mirror at us. I didn't pay attention who got in the van with me, It's quiet. I continue to look out the window. 

We stop on the road, and we all get out, Glenn, Rick, Tyreese, Michonne, and Noah are going to be going to Noah's neighborhood to check it out. Rick comes up to me and asks if I wanted to go. I shake my head. He puts his hand on my shoulder and I flinch away. He holds his hand up in the air and looks confused. "Sorry, I just..." I trail off. He puts his hand down and slowly leans in. "It'll be okay, stay with the group, I'll be back." He says quietly. I don't say anything.

Most of us are sitting on the side of the road. A few around Maggie keeping her company. She is still broken, and I completely understand. Rosita tries to sit and talk to me, but I don't say a word. Daryl a few feet away, he hasn't said a word either. 

We hear the walkie go off and it's Rick on the other end. "Hey, Carol." She responds, "I'm here." We hear the static again and his voice comes through again. "We're halfway there. Just wanted to check the range." Carol looks around at us. 

She brings s the walkie up again, "Everybody's holding tight. We've made it 500 miles. Maybe this can be the easy part." Rick quickly responds. "Got to think we're due. Give us 20 minutes to check in." Carol answers, "We don't hear from you, we'll come looking." "Copy that." Rick acknowledges. 

"I'm going hunting." I say quickly getting up from next to Rosita and start to the woods. She gets up and starts following saying she is coming with me. "No." I say coldly and keep walking. She stops and doesn't follow. I'm not sure how long I've been walking, I find a creek and a big tree. I start climbing and sit on a branch high up, making sure I can't get grabbed or noticed.

I sit here, I take my rifle off and put the sling on a branch next to me, letting it hang, making sure the safety is on. I stretch my legs out on the branch I'm sitting on. I try to gather my thoughts and pull myself back together. 

My brother is gone, I realize that. I really am alone, no one from my family, my old friends, my old group. they're all dead. The Community I was running from destroyed everything. I don't know who else made it out. I have to come to terms with it. No one is left. My brows furrow and I clench my fists so hard my nails dig into my palms. I feel tears swell in my eyes and I try with every fiber in my being to not cry anymore, I can't do this anymore. I'm a weapon, I'd get beat if I looked upset. Why am I cracking? the military hardened me, but after the world ended, he made me more of a weapon, forced me to become numb.