He grabs my arm and begins running, which makes me run aswel. He brings me to the front where He hands me a plastic gun with fake bullets inside. He puts a empty can on a stool then runs back over.
"Try to shoot that can, alright?", He says. I nod my head and try to aim down at the target. I pull the trigger and it missed by it mile.
I lightly kick the dirt with the heel of my shoe in anger.
"It's fine. Just focus on the target and only realise when your positive that your gonna hit It.", he tells me with a comforting nod.
I stare at the can and begin aiming at the can. I was pretty positive it would hit so I pulled the trigger, it missed by a few feet only.
"Let me help", he says and stands behind me. He moves my hands to the correct position then sets his hands on top of mine. "Slowly, but steadily turn the weapon with your wrist."
I knew my face was red from embarrassment of not being able to hit a realistically small can but at that moment I didn't care.
I start turning my wrist and he does the same with his wrist as I attempt to aim.
"Now when your aiming aim a little above your target"
I aim a bit over the can and pull the trigger. It missed.
"Be pateint..."
"...Anna", I say telling him my name.
"I'm Patrick", he smiles and I smile back.
He pretends to clear his throat before telling me the next step.
"You have to make sure your not shaking too much, as you are now", he chuckles.
I made sure our hands weren't shaking and put the pretend gun back in place before pulling the trigger and hearing a faint click.
I throw my hands in the air and spin around a few times. "I did it!"
He smiles at my childish acting just as Carl comes over.
"Hey, Patrick wanna go with my dad to collect some apples?", he asks.
"Sure I'll be right there."
He waves to me as he runs in The prison then comes back with a picture of a baby... A baby with the same eyes as me, same hair, and same freckled cheeks.
I look at him confused but he shrugs his shoulder then runs off with Carl and Rick.
I sit with my back against the fence and stare at the picture. Suddenly I was taken to a flashback.
Flashback >>
"She's such a tiny little thing!", my mother's voice said.
"Yes she's, precious.", a familiar but still unfimilar voice says.
I hear a click and flinch my eyes together after the bright light stopped.
"Don't take pictures here Daryl!", my mother's voice said again.
End of flashbacks >>
Wait Daryl... Isn't that the guy with the bows name?
"Where'd you get that from", a strong deep voice asks.
I look behind me only to see a angry man staring at me. I quickly hand him the photograph and set my head down.
"What's your name, edleast", he asks changing his tone from angry to a little less then nice.
"Anna'Marie, sir", I say as politely as possible.
He for some reason freezes there and doesn't move.
Daryl's POV >>
Anna'Marie? Anna'Marie... That's what my... My... Daughter was named. Right after my ex wife Anastasia'Marie.
"...Indigo Dixon?", I studder out scared of the answer. She nods her head and asks for my name.
"Daryl.... Daryl Dixon.", I say as her blue eyes light up.
She hugs me tight realising who I was.
"Dad?", she asks quietly. Carol begins walking over towards us and mouths if it was alright to come over I nodded.
"So who's this?", she asks.
Anna let's go of me and stands back traumatized by Carols sudden appearance.
"My daughter...", I say looking at Anna.
Carol looked surprised and I don't blame her, she probably didn't believe me. After all she was nothing like me.
Anna's POV >>
I couldn't believe after all those years of being without my father I finally meet him... I meet him the day I could loose him again... but this time forever.
Him and that other lady walk away I guess leaving me alone again. It's been almost 30 minutes and Rick wasn't back, nore was Carl or Patrick.
I was wondering if they are even coming back when my answer was.... Well answered.
"We got Fruit!", Carl screamed.
I see Rick shush Carl as he plops a bag on the ground and an Apple rolls out. However I didn't see Patrick.
"Thank the Lord!", my father screamed.
I just decided to walk back inside to get my stuff... My stuff! I wasn't walking anymore I was running.
I finally found my bags and everything was still there. Phew.
I decided since this group was indeed letting me stay to give these meds to them- wait what if these belonged to this group in the first place?
I just decided to test my luck as I grabbed The bag I had set them in and brought them to the closest person.
I walked up to an old man with crutches who was sitting on the stairs looking rather bored if you ask me.
"Hey there. Are you Anna?", he asked me with a small smile through his white beard. Now I wad tempted to ask 'yes, are you Santa?' but that would be rude so I just nodded my head.
"I'm Hershal, the doctor for this group."
I held out my hand that had the bag and he took it uneasily. He opened it and almost gasped.
"How did you get all of these?", he asks.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well Thank you Anna."
I nod my head then begin walking back outside only to be knocked to the ground.
"Ouch.", a familiar voice whined.
I shake my head and chuckle seeing it was Patrick. Phew, he's alive.
"Oh sorry", he says with a slight laugh.
"It's alright. Why we're you r-running", I ask. Yeah I studder so what.
"Honestly no idea, I just started running"
I smiled smally at the boys answer just as Rick approaches us.
"Hey, we're gonna go check out the little apartments for any extra loot wanna come?", He asks with a smile. Now my first instinct was to walk away but Patrick had other plans.
"Yeah, we'd love to", Patrick says putting emphasis on 'we'd"
Rick nods his head and walk beside Patrick. I notice him look at me but I ignore it. I get angry easy which is from what I seen the same as my father... Another thing we had in common I guess.
