Born A Hunter

Chapter 17: The Gate

"Sit!" Addison spoke the command firmly, causing the thick furred dog to sit beside her as she stood at the gate. Taking the moment provide, the brunette adjusted the quiver on her back and the bow resting on her shoulder.

To anyone who would walk past, that would appear to be her only weapon on hand, but they couldn't see the things that she had hidden. Monsters still roamed the woods, so the girl made sure that she was somewhat prepared. From the angel blade stuffed into the right brown leather boot and a pocket knife in the left boot, protecting her feet from the sharp ground. Or the gun tucked into her waistband, covered from view by the long red plaid shirt, laced with salt filled bullets. Running her fingers over the bows wooden shaft, she wondered how much longer it would be in use. It was good for taking out the walkers yes, but she only had two arrows left, where the tips had been dipped in silver for emergency's. She'd kept them safe over the past few years, in the case she came across a werewolf.

The familiar creaking of the gate brought Addison back to reality, gaze snapping over Carl, Rick and Michonne returning from their scavenge of a nearby store. Although the brunette wasn't mad at Carl anymore, she still wanted to get back at him for locking her away. A hardened expression tainted her features, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the boy.

"Where are you going?" Was the first words that Carl spoke, his body tensing as he moved closer to her. His words alone, caused Addison to feel anger, making her expression less fake and more real.

"Hunting, with Daryl," She spoke as she cast her eyes over the trio. Carl's eyes widened at the mention of the not so social man, followed by a slight frown spreading across his face.

"You ready to go kid?" The man in question spoke, appearing from behind her. A smile spread across her hardened expression, spotting the man's crossbow lugging at his side. The brunette nodded her head, pushing Carl to the side as she herself steps through the gate followed by both Daryl and Buck. Sparing a glance over her shoulder, Addison watched the worry on Carl's face as the gate closed behind them. It wasn't until he was out of sight, did the girl release a tired sigh.

The pair and Buck walked down the pathed road towards the woods, in a comfortable silence. The sky was bright, the sun high and warm. The groaning of wood buckling against wood of the gate, echoed through the trees. Walking for what seemed like forever, but was only a couple of minutes. The trees thinned as Addison and Daryl moved from the thick woods to the grass fields of the woods. Addison paused her forward movement, a gentle breeze breezing from the westward. Taking the opportunity to look upon herself and the man beside her. Her long brown wavy hair glowing in the light, contrasting the pale skin of her tanned arms, shoulders, and neck. She had light freckles across her nose, drawing attention to the darker hazel that made her eyes so bright.

A glint of light flickers through the over grown grass, catching the girls eye. Taking a few steps forwards, the girl crouches down to the ground. Reaching her hand into the tall grass, her fingertips brush against something cold. Gripping it tightly, she pulled it from its hiding place.

Opening her hand, a small gasp slips her lips. In her palm sat a familiar metallic golden coloured brass amulet, rubbing her thumb over it wiping away a smudge of dirt. It is a depiction of the head of a humanoid being with horns and African tribal adornment, attached to a long black cord that was frayed at the snapped ends. The simple trinket triggered a numerous amount of memories, one which belong too Dean. Addison remembers when Dean got rid of it years ago, when Castiel had informed him it was 'worthless'. The girl was small when she saw her older brother drop it into a wastebasket at one of the many hotels they stayed, but as they left; Addison fished it out herself, hiding it from her brothers.

It wasn't until the outbreak, did Addison reveal that she had kept the amulet. To say Dean was surprised would be an understatement, but still he was happy that the small trinket wasn't truly gone. After that day, he began to wear it everyday. Now, Addison only hopped that he wasn't far. Tearing her gaze from the amulet, she casted it over the grass before her. Strands had been snapped, indicating someone had passed through, towards the direction in which she was looking.

"Whats that?" Daryl's voice broke her trance. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him gazing down at the amulet in her hand.

"It was my brothers..." Addison's voice trailed off, her gaze turning to the sky. Where a bird would fly through the sky without notice. The girl spoke, tears taking to her eyes. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she closed her hand around the amulet resting in her palm. "It was his,"

"You should go then, go find him and bring him back with you!" Daryl insisted, puffing out his chest and opening his arms in the form of a welcoming gesture. The girl laughed softly, pushing herself up from the grass.

"I'll be careful," Addison spoke in a soft voice, taking a deep breath. Dipping her head down, she allowed her long wavy brown hair to hide her face from Daryl. She looked over her shoulder at the man, seeing a look of concern graving across his face. She spoke, her voice returning to its normal soft tone. "I will be back, tonight, if I find him... or not."

With that, she left him standing on the path and sped off through the long grass. Slipping the amulet into her pocket, she felt something brush past her leg. A smile spread across her features at the sight of Buck, the one thing she knew she had left.

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