Sailor Dixon

Chapter 2:

Hershel took out a pair of scissors and cut my jeans so he could get to the cut. He took out some alcohol and poured it on a napkin. When the cloth was just barley near the cut I flinched. He patted the wound and it hurt like hell. I was butting the inside of my cheek, I buy so hard I started to taste some blood.

After he was done cleaning it, thank god, he took out a needle and thread. I stared at it and gulped.

"Now the fun part" I mumbled under my breathe.

I heard a chuckle from Hershel. I just rolled my eyes.

"Here we go" he said.

I bit the inside of my cheek again and looked away. I felt the needle go through my skin. I winced in pain and cursed under my breath.

He kept going and went to the next next stitch. This one was worse because it was near a big bruise on my knee. As the needle went through I banged the nearest table as hard as I could with my fist.

"God damn it!" I yelled.

"Hey, not so rough, and watch your language" he said not even looking up at me. I just rolled my eyes. I'm sixteen I can say what I want.

The last one wasn't too bad, but it still hurt like hell. And the rest where all numbed up. Hershel wrapped my leg up and tide it in the back. I lifted my hand and touched it.

"You also have a few bruises and cuts on your face" before I could object, he had already dabbed it with alcohol.

"Just, uh, stay here, unless you feel fine to walk" Hershel said.

"I can walk" I said.

I stood up slowly. It hurt, but wasn't unbearable. I limped down stairs practically hugging the rail as I went. When I made it down I saw Rick walk outside. I followed him.

"Hey, Rick!" I yelled towards him fumbling through the door way.

His back was towards me, then he turned around and looked at me. He started walking towards me.

"What do you want?" He said, but not in a mean way.

"Just, uh, what exactly is happening?" I asked him.

"Well, erm, it's some kind of disease where people who get bit get really sick and die. But, a little bit after they die they come back, and turn into walkers. The only way to kill them is to stab or shoot them in the head, unless you have to use a gun I'd recommend stabbing them, their attracted to noise.." (Yata yata yata)

It was a lot to process but i finally understood, sorta.

"Have you met everyone yet?" Rick asked me.

"Wait, how many more are there?" I asked.

"Well theirs my wife Lori, carol, dawn, daryl-" I cut him off there.

"Wait, Daryl" i said my eyes widening "what's his last name?!?"

"Uh, Dixon" he said questionably.

"MY LAST NAMES DIXON!! THATS MY BROTHER!!" I said yelling excitedly. My brother was alive! But wait, why did he leave me?

"Well, then isn't that funny!" Rick said with a smile "he's out scavenging for things (thangs😂)"

A boy came up towards Rick and I "who's this?" He asked looking at me then back at Rick. He looked about my age.

"Oh, this is sailor" he said "sailor this is Carl."

"Hey" Carl said casually. I just nodded.

"Oh, and turns out, this also Daryl's sister." Rick said.

"Huh, he never said anything about that" Carl said.

"That bitch" I said under my breath.

I heard Carl chuckle. I smiled.

A few hours later I was sitting on the porch just thinking about stuff. I woman with short brown hair walked over to me and gave me a smile.

"You must be sailor" I didn't say anything "I'm Maggie, Hershel's daughter, I'm sure you've met him." She nicely.

"Yah I met him." I said looking out in front of me.

"Well, sailor maybe we can catch up sometime, I'll see ya around." She said giving me a smile. This time I actually smiled back.

"Yah, cya" I said and waved as she left.

I heard a voice yelling it was familiar. It was...Daryl's!! I quick limped off the porch. Daryl looked over at me. He started to run towards me. He picked me up and hugged me. I hugged back, glad to see my brother again.

"I-I thought you where dead" he said quietly.

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