Pact [Daryl Dixon]

1 | Worse and worse

CHAPTER ONE
Worse and worse

ALMOST A MONTH HAD PASSED SINCE SOPHIA HAD GONE MISSING, the young girl having settled nicely with the trio she met after almost dying of dehydration in the forest.

She had bonded well with the girl, her own age, who had saved her. It was a curious incident when she had finally come to in an unfamiliar part of the forest, and the girl had bombarded her vision, introducing herself as 'Jellybean'. At first, Sophia didn't think she was serious, until she introduced her sister as 'Moonshine'.

She would forever be amazed at how such a small girl could take down two fully grown bodies on her own, even if she did claim that the dead were slow and clumsy. The caramel-brown skinned girl had gorgeously long brown curls that reached her waist, and wielded a modified baseball bat, that had the blades of ice skates screwed onto the end. The girl quickly became her friend, being so positive despite the state of the world they lived in. She was grateful for such positivity in times of darkness, the older of the two girls not being as open, yet still being welcoming of the new addition.

Their father was something else. He almost terrified her a little, having reminded her somewhat of her own cold and distant father. Although, as the time went on, she had begun to realise they were nothing alike, that the curly haired man merely had a different way of showing his love to his children. And after a couple of days of being called 'mister' by the young girl, he had broke the tension between them and introduced himself as Luci, being uncomfortable with the child's formal behaviour.

He may be distant, and might not have said much to Sophia, but she knew that he was a good man. She knew that because everyday for the first week the man would journey out of his way to go to they highway she had last seen her group at. She was always devastated when he would come back and give a sullen shake of his head, he would always go and scan the highway with his binoculars, not wanting to venture to deeply due to the mass amount of walker that had accumulated.

She was sad to hear after his first trip that he could not find the RV she had spoken of. It hurt her deeply to think that her group could move on so quickly, that her mother could just up and leave knowing she was out there.

After he stopped going to the highway, claiming they needed to move on before the undead could venture off the road, he had given her a spiked metal bat. She had complained at first, saying it was heavy and hard to use, although he had shook his head and told her it would make her stronger to carry it.

The taller man started including her in their daily training sessions. She couldn't keep up at first, having never been trained in any survival skills before. It was much different from the schoolwork her mother had been teaching her and Carl back in Atlanta, although as time went on and she got better at weilding the bat, she found comfort in knowing such skills.