The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 24

Seaira's POV

After our talk, Deanna decides to do interviews later, we all go to the armory and a woman is there with a cart. We had to surrender our weapons.

Some of us are already starting to put our weapons on the cart. Deanna speaks up. "They're still your guns, you can check them out whenever you go beyond the wall. But inside here, we store them for safety." 

The cart was already getting full and half of us haven't put our guns on yet. Abe is unloading as well as Glenn. After them, Carol goes up and puts her pistol on the cart, she struggles to take off her sniper rifle, I look at her questioningly, she can move around that rifle better than anyone.

She sets in on the cart and backs away, I knew what she was going. I go up after her and take out my Glock 17, Colt 38, and AK-47 and sit them on the cart and walk back standing next to Rosita.

The woman struggles to roll the cart back saying, "Should have brought another bin." she claims to giggle in awkwardness. 

Rick comes back to the group after a while pointing at four houses. Those our are homes, we are going to stay in one tonight but for now, pick one, shower, relax, eat." He says and goes to the house far on the right with Carl following after him with Judith in his arms. Daryl grabs my hand and guides me to the one next to Ricks. "I guess they get that one all to themselves," Rosita says. I look back and everyone is smiling walking to a house.

We go up the steps to the light blue house, the porch takes up the whole front end and half of the left side of the house.

I had a house that was one story, with a basement. We didn't grow up in luxury but I loved the small house regardless. id love to go back to the days I was little with Sam and my mom and dad, we were so happy before all of this. Before Mom had cancer. 

Daryl opens the white door and before he goes in he picks me up bridle style and walks in, me giggling in his arms as I have my arms wrapped around his neck. He kicks the door closed and carries me upstairs. 

Finding the master bedroom he goes to lay me on the bed. "Wait, Daryl," I say smiling. "What?" He asks, gently setting me down so I'm standing in front of him. "Im not ruining this comfortable ass-looking bed in these dirty clothes. Im gonna take a shower, you can find us clothes and come back here. Meet me in the shower if you want." I say smiling.

"mmm." He moans and hugs me tightly. "Fine, only because that bed is comfortable. I'll be right back." He says holding my hand and letting it go racing down the stairs. I hear the door close behind him and I let out a long sigh.

I go into the bathroom in the room and close the door. I quickly strip my clothes off and put them in the empty hamper that was in there, along with my beanie. I turn the shower on and let it get hot. I grab a towel and feel how soft it is. "Oh, my god." I gush. I take the band-aid off my stitches and look at them in the mirror. they should be okay to get wet.

I take the hair bows out and undo my braid. I lay my hair ties on the sink counter and go into the shower and close the glass door. It's one of the doors that's clear but has lines in it to where everything is blurry.

I let my hair get soaked and stand there looking at my hands. The filth piled up on my hands, dirt, and sweat running off my body and down the drain. I grab the shampoo and massage it into my scalp, then condition my long hair.

I get the luffa and squirt some body wash on it and lather it up. soaping up my body I think of something and look around. I open the door and reach for the cabinet next to the shower, I open the small door and find a razor. "Yes, sirrr!" I cheer and close the small door back after grabbing it and closing the shower door back. I shave my legs with the soap and I'm smiling the whole time. Just this little bit I'm starting to feel normal again.