My Redneck Angel

15. Walls

Posting this cause my friends dying to read it :)
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*Jess's POV*

It's been over a week now. There's been no sign that there coming back. I've managed to get food by nearly dragging myself to it. But no matter what I do my mind wanders to Daryl, I've thought of every posible reason why they didn't come back. There dead, got lost, think I'm dead, want me gone..the list keeps going and going. I just don't understand why they would leave me, or think I'm dead..I know one of the options is 'there dead' but I refuse to believe it. I dought that I'll ever see him again, but if I did what would I say..would I be happy to see him? Or would I hate him because he left me? Like I said, no matter what I do this is what I think of. I wanna be sad, I really do, I just feel like he's still alive.

Besides thinking of Daryl all day this is how it usually goes, I sleep on the hard floor, wake up and think, get hungry in the middle of the day so I crawl to food, after I eat I lay there and think some more. It gets really boring, all I wanna do is run, run till I'm back to the farm, problem is...I can't even walk. This stupid broken ankle has me laying all the time.

*Ricks POV*

When Me, Glenn, and T-Dog went on our run we brought back a guy named Randal. We hadn't told the others about him because of the Jess thing, we just told everyone today. Right now Daryl's in there interrogating him..not sure if it's the best idea to let Daryl do it because he's upset; even though he won't edmit it. I knew he would take his anger out on Randal, witch was a good thing because we need answers, but I don't know if Daryl will take it to far.

*Daryl's POV*

I give him another blow to the face, "Where ya guys set up?" He spits the blood out, "I--I don't know man..they left me." I pull out my knife. "Okay okay okay." I pause waiting for him to continue. "They--they have weapons, heavy stuff. Bu--but I didn't do anything." He screams. "Shootin' at ma' boys, huh?" I scoff. "Wha' do ur men do?" He doesn't answer, "You ever pick a scab?" I put my knife to his wound. His I eyes glisten with fear, but he still stays quiet. "Ya start real slow at first..bu' sooner or later ya just gotta rip it off." I push my knife into his scab. "Uh, they take family's..th--they..they make the guys watch.. They don't kill them at first..but then they do, after that they let the men go. But I promise I--I didnt do anything." Anger instantly rushing through my body, I hit him three times knocking him out, I wanted to do so much more to him, but I'm not suppose to kill him..yet.

This whole interrogation thing was suppose to get Jess off my mind, instead it brought back memories. I kick the barn as hard as I can before exiting it. I make my way to the farm house, "Rick." He walks off the steps, "What'd you find out?" I let out a shakey breath holding back my anger. "They got about thirty men, lots of weapons, torture and kill the woman and make the men wish they were.." Rick gives me an odd stare for a second, "What do you think we should do?"

"Kill 'Im." I say without hesitation. He pinches the bridge of his nose, "Yeah." He nods his head, "Just let me run it over with the rest if the group."

"What for?" I snap, "We can do it tonight without anyone knowing." Rick looks at me worried, "Is there something your not telling me?"

"No..its just.." I clench me fist, "I.." I let out heavy breaths, "Its nothing." I shout. Rick becomes even more worried. I don't wait for a response, I turn quickly and stop when I get to Carol, "Tell Rick im' goin huntin, I'll be back by night fall."

"Daryl.." She reaches her arm out slowly, just barley touching my arm. I pull it away, "Dont.." She bows her head, "If you need to talk about it sometime, I can send Sofia inside and we can talk."