Daryl's Fallen(TWD fan fiction/Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 3

Woken up by the sound of a man shouting was not what I was excepting at all.
I shot up from the ground to see Daryl fighting off some walkers that had made their way into the shack some how, I got up and got out my bow and arrow. Daryl put his back on the door and gave me a panicked look as I got everything packed up I needed, guitar and all.
"How else can we get out?" He asked, the snarls and groans getting louder.
"There's a window!" I shouted and tried to open it. The paint had stuck it to the shack yet I managed to finally open it.
I flung myself through it and looked back at Daryl.
"Come on!" I shouted,he bolted as the walkers flodded in. I held out my hand and he grabbed it as he jumped out the window. I pulled him through and too busy with Daryl I didn't notice the walker come behind me and try to bite me. Daryl quickly knifed it in the head. I scuttled away from the Walter and both out of breath we looked at one another. His muscular arms were covered with oozing red blood, his face covered with dirt. The familiar sound of roaring began again and he pushed the small of my back and we took off running.

Out running the walkers was hard, what was harder was lugging around a guitar case and bow and arrow. We got to another house, doors locked, windows sealed it seemed safe enough. Stepping over the glass of smashed pictures I collapsed onto the ground out of breath leaning my head against the pale white walls of the little cottage.
"Found grub." Daryl threw down some squirrels and I looked at them as if they were toxic, his gleaming blue eyes hid behind his shaggy brown hair.
"City girl don't like squirrel?" A bemused smile appeared on his face as quickly as it faded. He slouched against the opposite wall and got out a cigarette.
"Seriously?" I scoffed getting up from my place and heading over to a worn out sofa and a fireplace. I got out some matches out of my guitar case and lite a fire. The flames snarled and engulfed the logs.
"What?" I heard him mumble, cigarette between lips.
"We are in the bloody apocalypse and you're smoking?" I shout out to him, feeling the warmth of the fire flicker and snarl at me. I got up to head towards him, he looked me up and down as i picked up the squirrels he caught. Back against the wall and breathing out the toxic fumes his tight eyes squinted at me.
"Yeah and?" He asked, I rolled my eyes and picked up the squirrels much to my dismay which was a lot.
"What you doin with my squirrels?" he got up onto his feet and I didn't anwser yet stomped my way to the fire place.
"Giving them to the walkers? What do you think!" I snapped rollin my eyes sarcastically.
"No need to be sassy." I heard him mumble. I got out one of the metal objects near the fire and poked it through the squirrel. I hear Daryl collapse onto the floor behind me leaning against the sofa. Once the squirrels were finished we began to eat.
"Why you carry that thing around?" He motioned his head to the guitar, I finished my mouthful and sighed.
"It's the only thing I have left."
"It's gonna get you killed..." he snarled and I breathed deeply trying to keep my cool before I bit his head off.
"Where are you from?" I asked, his big manly hands were almost crushing the squirrel. His jaw was tight and his blue mysterious eyes were settled on me.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because why not?" I simply replied hating speaking in riddles. He didn't answer but munched on his squirrel.
"I'm going to a place, Alexandria? Have you heard of it?" I lied, well technically it wasn't a lie. I just didn't mention the part where I was gonna see if Troy was still alive and if he was kill him.
"I'm from there." he mumbled again, this guy mumbled a lot. His dark chestnut brown hair settling around his face, capturing his eyes.
"Do you know where we are? How do we get there?" A pang of hope punched me in the gut.
"I know yeah, don't get your panties in a twist." he almost seemed to chuckle but not quiet. A look of pain flashed in his eyes before he got up and I heard heard his footprints fade away.
He's lost someone, I thought, he's lost someone close to him.
I recognised that look in his eye, I had it too.
I got out my guitar and began to tune it and eventually strummed and played a tune.
"I've got my ticket for the long way round
Two bottle of whisky on the way
And I sure would like done sweet company
As I'm leaving tomorrow oh what you say?"
I couldn't help but sing quietly until the chorus and belting out the words. Not a happy song but beautiful in a strange sort of way.
I heard the footsteps get louder behind me and expected to see Daryl but in fact it was a man with a shotgun.
"You got a pretty voice blondie..." he grinned revealing gold teeth. His wiry white crazy beard and balding hair caught me by suprise.
I stumbled to my feet putting the guitar down. I saw Daryl being held by another man, a knife to his throat. His strong muscular arms tide behind his back and panic settled into his eyes, I gulped and looked away.
The man with the shotgun backed me into a wall and shouted to Daryl.
"I'm gonna rape your girl then kill her and do the same to you..." An evil chuckled came from shotgun guy and his pal. Sweat dripping from my forehead I backed further into the wall.
I felt my heart skip a beat as my blood ran cold and a burning deep anger inside of me grew. A certain hunger that was growling deeply.
When shotgun guy turned around I was there beady eyes wide and he went a ghostly pale as a deep growl came from my throat.
"What the..." I pounced on him sending him flying to the ground my teeth sinking into his flesh of his neck, letting the blood pour down my neck as I looked up to the ceiling, the metallic taste in my mouth. I left him to gargle and die slowly while in a swift motion I was at the other guy who was punching the shit out of Daryl. I pushed him off of him and against the wall, his eyes were just as wide and scared as the shotgun guys were.
"No please, I'm sorry." I grabbed his throat pushing him up high above me, blood dripping from my mouth I squeezed the guys throat feeling him choke and splutter before letting him fall to the ground. I breathed heavily not making a single noise. I turned around to face Daryl. His face a ghostly white, blue eyes dark, body rigid.
Behind him was a smashed mirror but I could still make out my reflection. Honey comb blonde hair ragged and wild. Emerald eyes gone and replaced with a peculiar piercing yellow and my body a white colour of death. The shot gun guys blood was still dripping down my neck. I shook my head and my normal skin colour came back and my eyes were a emerald green again. I began to choke and broke down into a sob, I had murdred two men in cold blood, but how?
Daryl stood awkwardly looking at me at my shoulder...at the bite. I broke down on the floor crying and i almost was about to begin screaming. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into a wall. His dark blue eyes like deep pools, as he put his hand to my throat and gently squeezed. Jaw tight, body rigid, voice raspy he whispered ominously
"Tell me everything..."