The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 18

Seaira's POV

"I'm gonna go look and see what I can find as well, more hands make less work. I'll be back." I tell Abe and hand him my rifle. Only leaving me with my bow. He gives me a questionable look and nods, slinging my rifle over his shoulder.

I go in the opposite direction as Daryl and look around for any signs, prints, anything. I need to distract myself and do something then just question everything. I take a few minutes of walking and find a small opening. I stop in my tracks and breathe. I close my eyes and work on my breathing. Letting the slight breeze move my strands of hair that got loose from my braid. my small bangs poking out of my beanie, and gently evaporate the small sweat off my forehead.

I dial in my senses and listen to everything. I then open my eyes and let my feet take me wherever. Food isn't the first priority, Water is. we had food a few hours ago but we should be fine. I look around for any source of water, certain trees, moss, anything. It's just too dry.

I start going back and, in the direction, Daryl went to see if he found anything. I follow his very faint tracks for a good while. I spot a barn in the distance and small smoke puffs a few yards away.

I spot Daryl sitting on the ground leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette. I take a few steps to him to sit with him and bum a smoke, but I stop, seeing him stare at the cigarette. I tilt my head a little in confusion. I see him puff one last puff and he takes the lit end and holds it against the back of his hand.

I just stand there, staring. no emotion. because I know the feeling he is having. I silently put my hand on my wound and gently rub it.  I quietly sigh, turning around slowly. I hear quiet sobs and turn and see Daryl's shoulders move. He is crying. I want to run to him, but I know I can't. I just head back to the group without him noticing.

Rick notices me come back into the group and they are stopped in the road circling something, not a few minutes later, Daryl comes out of the woods as well. I hope he never caught my trail. but how he comes walking by I don't think he knew.

Rick hands Daryl a piece of paper and I lean over Daryl's shoulder reading the note. "From A Friend" I look at what the group is circling and there is water bottles and four gallons of water on the road. there is even amount of water bottles as how many people we have.

Daryl drops the paper after reading it an takes his crossbow off his back. "What else are we gonna do?" Tara asks. "Not this." Rick states. I get my rifle back from Abraham and stand next to carol. "We don't know who left it." Rick finishes. Everyone is looking around. I can feel we are being watched, no doubt the same person that left our 'Gift' in the middle of the road.

Eugene chimes in, staring thirstily at the water. "If thats a trap, we already happen to be in it. But I for one would like to think it is indeed from a friend." "What if it isn't? They put something in it?" Carol asks with caution. I can see her point. I wouldn't want to risk it.

Eugene marches up to the water and grabs a water bottle. everyone tells him to stop. "Quality assurance." As soon as he puts the bottle up to his mouth Abe takes one big stride to him and smacks it out his hand. almost splashing Maggie.

Abraham says nothing and goes back to his spot. I would've done the same thing. Eugene is important if anyone should risk it is me. I'm not a vital part of putting the world back together.

"We can't." Rick says to Eugene. We stay quiet as we hear thunder rumbling even more. We all look up and see a storm quickly roll in. Rain immediately starts to pour over us. It falls on our faces. I let my eyes blink when it falls onto me. I slide my beanie off. the cool wet rain runs down my cheeks and soak into my hair.