Old Title - 'Stuck in Between'
Jo has nothing to live for but everything to die for.
So let me ask you this, how do you explain in a well-structured way how things were so fucked up?
Jo wanted to teach her siblings how to survive the post-apocalypt...
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I stepped up to Daryl in the watchtower. He didn't say anything and he didn't look at me, his eyes stood on the empty field below. He was visibly tense at how close I was to him, shifted from one foot to the other. But I wanted to see him up close for a moment, for the first time. He was always far across the room, head down, never close to anyone, except for Carol. Maggie mentioned he hasn't formed a bond with anyone but her. However, it was wrong to make him uncomfortable. So I moved a couple of steps over glancing around down below, then put my bow over my shoulder, and leaned down resting my elbows on the rail. Aside from the same walkers I saw this morning, it was quiet.
"I know where your brother is," I spoke.
In my peripheral, I saw him stand up a bit straighter, but he still didn't look at me. "Where?' He asked.
"Community I came from. Woodbury... Rick said Merle can't come back here because he's too dangerous, but I think I can still get him out of there. I just need some help."
"Why would you do that?" His voice had an attractive husk to it. It caught me off guard for a second because I hadn't heard him speak more than two words since I'd first gotten here. "Why him?"
"Merle is an asshole, sure. Sometimes I wanna punch him as hard as I possibly can, but he can't stay there knowing you are alive out here. That's torture... I won't sugarcoat it. It could be a suicide mission. People are going to get hurt or killed but I have to try." I stood up and turned to Daryl. "I owe him that much."
"When?"
"I'm leaving in an hour. If you wanna help me, meet me at the gate." Then I left.
*
I was crouched behind the same salvage pile as the other day except this time I was with Daryl. There was no real plan here because there was no easy way to do this. I was running on hope and adrenaline.
I gestured to my old RV. "We need to get into there. We'll see everything better."
Daryl nodded in response and we made our way from the rubble to a tent to a camper to another tent. I reached over clasping my hand hand on Daryl's shoulder as I watched a soldier with a shotgun walk past. He was on alert. From our crouched position behind the tent, I noticed the tight grip on his weapon, his head on a swivel.
"There you are!" He hollered, making my heart skip a beat.
He kept walking forward and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. When he was out of sight we beelined for the RV. The closer we got the more stealth it took, but after hiding behind a couple more tents and sheds we finally made it.
Slowly I pulled open the door to the cab to avoid its menacing squeak, then quickly climbed in before anyone saw. Daryl came in close behind, lightly closing the door. I retreated farther into the RV where all the blinds and curtains were pulled shut. At the kitchenette, I peeked through the blinds of the window above the sink. It looked like every soldier and every resident was outside.
