Daryls pov
I walked aimlessly down the old dirt road. I had tracked the tire marks as far as I could. My heart felt like it was broken. I had never felt this way before in my life, not even when Merle died and he was the only one I ever had in my life to look to for help. At least until all of this happened.
Beth was different. She could always cheer me up and find a way to get me out of whatever mood I was in. She is one of the few people who I felt actually cared about me. I'm not a very likable person but somehow she saw the good in me.
And somehow I let her go. Somehow in my mind it all added up to be my fault that she is gone. It's like I was blaming myself for the ass who took her away from me being alive.
I broke out of the trance I was in when I heard a stick break behind me. My fist thought was that it was a walker so I reached for my knife.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you" said a rough male voice.
My hand froze in midair, hovering over the knife clipped to my belt. I slowly turned around on the balls of my feet to face the mystery man.
Authors note
Sorry this is a short chapter I've been soooo busy lately haha anyways!! Enjoy the rest of the story. I'll post again asap
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