𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 - 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

When Daryl drove the truck up me and Glenn jumped off. I heard him slam the door closed and start walking to us. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Scary were already digging when we got here.

"I think it's a mistake, not burning these bodies. It's what we said we would do right?"

"Burn 'em' all right?"

I would've responded to the upset Redneck but I couldn't take my eyes off his arms and legs. He was like a walking sex magazine and I just couldn't stop staring, like a bad addiction.

Men have porn but women have Daryl fucking Dixon.

Never was I going to admit these things out loud, not due to embarrassment but for his sake. I wouldn't want him getting all subconscious about it and hiding his big arms in some sleeves.

"At first" Mr. Scary said while shoveling.

"The chinaman get all emotional, says it's not the thang to do and we just follow em' along?" He trailed off, eyes distant. I kept quiet, looking at the dirt on the ground, waiting for him to continue.

"These people need to know who the hell's in charge here. What the rules are."

"There are no rules." Mr. Grimes said harshly, swallowing hard from the sun cooking us all up. Then with a stilt of his head. Which he seemed to do very often.

"Well that's a problem." I glanced up at Lori from the corner of my eye. "We haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves. We need time to mourn and time to bury our dead."

I bit my lip as I debated taking her words into heart, I didn't know how to respond so I didn't and neither did anyone else.  She had a point and we did put holes in the back of their heads for safe measures. Glenn and everyone here had the right to be upset about what we lost and I get why nobody would want their family member to be burned right in front of their eyes.

Shit, I wouldn't want that as the last thing someone saw when I was dead.

Later when we got the last of them buried we turned to Amy's corpse. Beans hovered over her and still a mess, I tried to bend down and help her carry Amy to the hole we dug but she wouldn't allow it. Dale tried to help, knowing he was closer to the two girls but she yelled at him to back away. When she got her into the grave we all turned our heads away, and I started walking back. I wiped my sweat coated face with the bottom of my shirt, striding back to camp.

I decided I was going to go hunt, while all of these guys sat on their asses. I grabbed my bag from the ground making sure I still had everything. Counting all my things, I flung it around my shoulders and started walking to the center of camp, to tell the group where I was going.

"Shane!" I yelled at him, while walking closer to him, unfortunately the only person I saw was him at the moment and trust me I would have told anyone else other than him.

I saw his head shoot up in my direction, eyeing up my body as I walked forward. Ew.

He had this stupid smug look on his face but yet he looked like he was in a pissy mood but when was he not?

"I'm going out to hunt, maybe find us some food for the next couple days." I looked up.

"You really think that's a good idea right now? Those walkers showed up out of the blue, who's to say they might do it again?"

I shrugged, "Twice in not even 24 hours in a stretch, I'll be fine."

"What about us?"

"You'll be fine." He scoffed. I moved away from him and started walking to a side of the woods.