Into The Dark (Rewrite)

Chapter 4

Two months. It has been two months since the outbreak and me and Bella have grown a lot closer. We fight less and compromise, most of the time we know what the other thinks of the situation and decide on a middle ground. 

My baby...I named him Trevor. 

I couldn't help myself, he needed a name. I couldn't just keep calling him, it or him or my baby. Trevor was a person, and would have lived a long life if I hadn't gone back there. He deserved so much more that I didn't give him, the least I could do was give him a name. 

It is my fault he is gone, my fault he didn't get to live, my fault Daryl will never see the face of his son. It's all my fault, my fault -- no one else's. No one else gets to take the blame, not even my father, the man who literally took my child's life. For I knew what he was capable of, I knew the risks, I knew the danger I was putting my baby in. Hell, Daryl warned me this would happen. 

I didn't listen, and that's on me. 

"Damn it!" Bella screeched and I zoned back into the present as I looked over at her. She was hitting the steering wheel of the jeep as she looked at the meter behind the wheel.  

"Hey! Don't hit my baby!" I exclaim angrily. "He has feelings, y'know." 

Bella scoffs as she slumps back in the seat. "Well, your 'baby' just died. The engine finally blew. We're on foot from here." She said as she began gathering her things. 

"Damn it! After two months, he finally gave way. You did good, Robert, you did good." I said as I patted the dashboard before gathering my own things. 

We both hop out of the jeep and head to the back. We grab out gear bags and begin our trek down the long deserted road. It was still early morning when we started walking but after about two or three hours, we stopped dead still when we heard an unfamiliar sound.

"Hey!" A male voice rang out, causing my blood to run cold. "Hey you! Hey! Stop! Please! You've gotta help me! I'm looking for-" 

The man didn't get to finish as my instincts kicked in and I swiftly drew my bow, placed an arrow in front of the string, and turned so suddenly that my hair flew into my face as I released my grasp on the string. 

The arrow flew through the air and landed straight into a man's chest, knocking him off his feet and landing on the harsh pavement with a thud. Dead. I lowered my bow just as I was beginning to think of going over there and-- 

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Bella demanded as she got up in my space and stared me down with those judgmental eyes of hers. 

I scoffed as I pushed her away. "None of yah damn business. Lemme alone." I snapped as I continued our walk down the long road that seemed endless. 

"No...no, you don't just get to kill someone for no reason and then walk away like nothing happened. What the hell was that? What's going on with you lately? You seem more...pissed than normal. More murderous. I don't like it. It ends now." She stated matter-of-factly and that seemed to trigger something in me that royally pissed me off. 

I turned to her with my most murderous glare yet. "You. Do. Not. Give. Me. Orders. If I wanna do something, I'll do it. If you don' like it, you can leave." I growled. 

She scoffed. "And leave you alone to defend yourself? You wouldn't last a day out here on your own." She said with a roll of her eyes. 

"You don't know a damn thing about me. All you need to know is that I don' need anybody, especially some snot nosed brat that got into med school on, lemme guess, daddy's money. As if some rich girl could actually prove useful in the end o' the world." I mocked as I began walking again, my back to her.