Wings

Suspicions

"Suspicion is the greatest enemy of love, whether it's true or not." —Mehmet Murat Ildan

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REMY

The group seemed to still be riding high on their escape from Terminus. The redhead, Abraham, had filled them in on his mission to get Eugene,  a tall man with a seriously beautiful mullet, to Washington, D.C. They claimed he had worked on the Human Genome Project, and had classified information that could change everything.

As nice as that was to think about, Remy was suspicious. They seemed like good people. They had proven themselves. Remy wanted to believe that things could go back. Communications could go back up. She could get in touch with her boys, find them again....but, all that just seemed too good to be true.

It also hadn't escaped her notice that when anyone asked for any specifics, Eugene would quickly avoid them. She resolved to keep her eye on him.

Remy had said nothing about Tara, but she had had a nagging feeling since seeing her outside of the gates of Terminus. Then it hit her. Tara had been at the prison. With the Governor. Still, Maggie had said she'd helped save Glenn. Glenn trusted her, and she seemed ok. If Glenn escaped the prison with her, then he knew what she was, who she was, and he made a judgement call. Who was she to question it?

As if to break her out of her reflection, Dax licked her hand. She hated when he licked her, but never corrected him. He seemed to do it only when she went away inside of herself.  Looking up, she noticed Daryl. He was darting in and out of the wood line, probably looking for game trails. "Always hunting," she thought, and smiled to herself. She'd like to be that way. Geared entirely toward survival, rather than allowing her mind to wander unchecked. Especially over something like the trustworthiness of the new people that had helped to ensure the group's survival. Was she that jaded? She didn't want to be.

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DARYL

Daryl hadn't found any game trails so far, but he couldn't think about that. He had a feeling that they were being watched. It would be dark soon, they would need to find a spot to camp, and it was looking like they would be sleeping in the open.

Most of their gear was gone, so the only thing keeping them safe would be those on watch. He had already decided that would be him. He hadn't been getting much sleep anyway. It was well and truly dark when he parked himself against a tree and was immediately joined by Carol.

"I can't...talk. About what happened," she said simply. That was fine. She didn't have to. He knew what she had lost. He didn't know if it was the same as when she had lost Sophia, but if it was anything close? He understood.

"Alrigh'."

Crssh shhhh cssssh

Daryl was on his feet then, looking for the source of the shuffling. He knew it could be anything in the night, a possum or raccoon, even a roamer. His gut told him it wasn't.

He listened a while longer before turning back to Carol.  "It's nothin'," he told her.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, until he and Carol were relieved by Remy and Eugene. Daryl didn't necessarily think that was the best protection, but he was happy to see the girl taking more initiative, rather than waiting for instruction. Still, he didn't think he'd be sleeping.

As he passed her, she placed a hand on his forearm. "Hey," she said, "I got it. Nobody's out here, but the dead, and you know I got them." Then she brought up her hammer, and swung it playfully in a circle.