My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 32- Get In, Get Out, Get Back to Her

Daryl's POV

Get in, get out, get back to her.

I repeated it over and over in my head.

Get in, get out, get back to her.

"Daryl," Michonne said.

My eyes flickered to hers and I gave her a slight nod, letting her know I was ready to go.

I raised my crossbow and opened the door, the hinges squealing in protest as it pushed open.

I scanned the room carefully, searching for any threat. I gave the group the nod before I walked through the other door. "Alright, lets make this quick." I mumbled, wanting to get the hell away from here as fast as possible.

I started grabbing random shit laying around me, stuff that looked like Hershel, and Caleb could use to make everyone better.

I didn't see anything else that looked useful laying about in this room, and moved on to the next room, Tyreese following behind me closely.

Shelves of drugs stood stiffly in front of us and I grabbed my bag, getting ready to dump all this medicine shit in.

God, Merle would be making love to this damn room if he were here.

I pushed the thought of Merle quickly to the back of my mind, the last thing I needed right now was to get unfocused 'cause of my dumb shit brother.

I grabbed most of the stuff on Hershel's list, hoping Michonne and Bob found the rest of it.

Tyreese gives me a simple nod, and we both head towards the other two who are scanning the medicine labels mindlessly.

Bob updates us on their findings, using fancy medical terms to describe the drugs in the bottles. I shifted my weight back and fourth on my feet, anxious to get out of here.

Michonne and Tyreese spoke together quietly, Bob checking the contents of his bag carefully while I stared at the floor, imagining her face.

The way her curved hips moved when she strutted those long legs, the way her curly, long blonde hair fell into her warm chocolate eyes. Or the way she nibbled on her lower lip when she was focused, or thinking. Her gorgeous smile made me ache all over, and her gentle touch could raise the hair on the back of my neck.

"Daryl?" Michonne asked, waving her hand around.

My eyes fell to hers and she smirked, as if she knew what I was thinking about, who I was thinking about.

I grunted, watching her carefully toss her pack onto her back and the others followed suit, preparing to leave the building.

We exited the room, I brought up my flashlight and held onto my crossbow tightly as we rushed through the gloomy hallway.

I turned to peer into one of the windows, making sure it was safe. A low snarl echoed through the hallway and I watched several walkers wander around the room.

I held my breath and rushed forwards, the others following closely behind. I turned towards the exit, slowly creaking a door open and peering into the darkness.

Michonne took the lead, Bob entering the room last. "The doors jammed." Bob hissed, pushing hard on the door to try and close it.

"Hold up," I said, coming to help him out. I grabbed the metal cages to block the door from opening on us, and letting the dead get to us.

We shuffled forwards in the dark until a walker popped out of the never ending darkness, and rammed into Tyreese.

I lifted my crossbow to kill the son of a bitch, when Tyreese lifted his hammer and smashed its skull in.