Walking Bad

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"Jesse..." I slumped down, feeling regret for what had happened. "Jesus, I'm sorry."

Jesse starts laughing, and I'm taken aback. "Yo who cares, Badge is alive! Boo yah bitches!"

I rub my hands through my hair "I'm gonna go for a walk. I could use the air." I tell the guys before spinning around, snatching up my bow and leaving the room. I hear arguing from inside a door and lean my ear on it to check it out.

"There's no need to be worried Hank. Jessica is a good leader, she'll protect us." Marie chimes.

"When the dead cave in the wall, what then? When they're feasting on everyone." Hank argues.

I roll my eyes and continue on. I fiddle with the inside of my pockets, finding some change, seems pointless but some coins can undo a screw if need be.

"Jessica!" A voice calls out.

"Oh hey, Carol. What's up?" I ask.

"I just wanted you to know I had a bad feeling about you before. And I was wrong to think that way about you. I'm sorry." She explains.

"That's alright Carol. Lots of people have doubted me. It's not wrong to do so." I extend my hand and she takes it and shakes it.

"I've got to get going though. I'll see you around after." I smile and walk away.

A cool breeze rustles my hair and I enjoy it. It was far too hot up in Georgia, too many bugs as well. I notice Gabriel watching me and shoot him a dirty look. I reach the Gate and pull it open, closing it securely afterwards. I walk around the perimeter, searching for any walkers I can find. I find one bent over a deer and shoot it with a bolt. I reload the crossbow, with the bolt from the walkers' head. I step over the deer and continue on.

I find another few walkers on the search of the perimeter and put them down as well. Upon reaching the gate I walk away from it, not really caring where I go, just enjoying the day. Walking forward I see Jane killing a walker with her knife.

She spins around and looks at me, I continue to look past her. She grabs me by the shoulder and turns me to face her.

"Look, I know you don't like me, but you can't trust Kenny." She says.

"And why not? Kenny seems like a decent man to me." I question, sliding my hand to my knife.

"He's ruthless, a danger to us all. He's well, he's crazy."

"Jane, he's lost people of course that's gonna mess him up somewhat. What do you expect?"

"I think he's a risk to Clementine."

"Kenny shoved a gun in my face the first time we met, I think he's doing a fine job helping Lee. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to be going."

I leave Jane, stepping over the dead walker, and sighing. Jane seems like she could be good but she'd need to turn herself around. I turn a corner and walk straight into Daryl.

"Shit. I'm sorry." I say from the ground, taking his extended hand and pulling myself up.

"Its a'ight Jess. What're you doing out here?" He asks.

"Just walking. Walking into dirty rednecks. Why haven't you showered?" I question, eyeing the dirt and blood on him.

"Jus haven' felt up to it yet." He says, scratching his small amount of facial hair. I notice a small pond and Daryl's crossbow on the ground and an idea sparks into my head. I pull my top and bottoms off.

"What're you-" I cut him off by shoving my fingers on his lips. I snatch up his crossbow and run to the pond. The water is refreshing on my skin. I giggle and hold the crossbow over the water.

"If ya want it, you gotta cone and get it." I yell, biting my lip playfully. I see Daryl kicking off his shoes, and tossing his clothing aside until he's left in his boxers. He comes into the water swiming out to me. I laugh and swim furthur away, tossing the crossbow to shore. I giggle and dive under the water, swimming towards him. I see his legs and decide to surface.

"Boo." I say as I surface, spreading a smirk across my face.

"You're funny Jessica. C'mon quit messing around." Daryl says.

"Oh what does the big burly redneck not like having fun?" I say in a high voice, jokingly pouting. I splash some water onto Daryl and laugh.

"Knock it off!" He yells.

I still splash him with water while I laugh. Something catches hold of my foot and I feel myself being pulled under the water. I panic and open my eyes, seeing a walker latched onto my foot. I clumsily grab my knife but it slips out of my hand. Air is starting to escape my lungs. I grab a crossbow bolt off my own bow and drive it into his skull, rushing to the surface.

I emerge coughing and gasping for air, feeling Daryl pulling me to shore. I spit some water out of my mouth and take a towel out of my bag, drying myself off. I lay down on the grassy shore and pull my tank top on. I sigh, fishing two smokes out of my bag, and passing one to Daryl.

I lay in the sunlight enjoying the smoke. I feel Daryl lay down beside me and start rubbing the inside of my elbow and my arms. Feeling my scars. He traces a particularly long one, that was accidental, pulling a knife that I found out of a walkers' skull and misjudged the size, causing it to slash my arm. I stitched it up myself.

"What were they from?" Daryl asks softly.

"One was an accident. The others were self inflicted. I'm sure you could tell what the others are." I explain.

"Track marks. Why did you do the other ones?"

"I don't know. I guess it was a release from life. Something to calm me down aside from drugs." I let out a sigh and take a drag of my smoke.

I feel Daryl move his hand across my stomach and it sends shivers through me. I bite my lip and sharply inhale. I feel him lean over and take my mouth into his. I kiss him back passionately and feel him roll on top of me. I break away from the kiss and gently bite him on his neck. He pulls my shirt off me and kisses me again, he bites my breast enough to entice a moan from me.. It's then that I hear the growling. About 20 or so walkers emerge from the brush.

"Damnit." I say. "C'mon, grab your stuff, we gotta go." I grab my bag and shove it onto my shoulder, running the opposite way of the walkers. More start to emerge from the right aide of us. "Look. Over there. A silo, let's go to it." I pick up the pace and rush to the ladder, making it to the top and pushing my bag in. I pant for air and wait for Daryl fetching a water bottle for myself.

I lean on a support beam and when Daryl comes up I look down. The entrance is surrounded by about thirty walkers. "Fuck." I curse.

"We could take them out." Daryl suggests.

"I see fifteen bolts between us, and we can't use our guns. We're trapped up here."