Never ending nightmare - 【Daryl Dixion】book one

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

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[warnings: violence, gore, death]

Shan's body fell to the side with a thud, a bullet would right where he heart was.

Blood splattered across Willow's face.

Shane was dead.

"Willow....Willow!" Rick called out to her, grasping at her shaking hand. "Willow, get up!"

Willow turned from Shane's body, a warm wet spot of blood pulled around the wound.

Her ears rang as she turned to Rick. He was speaking to her. She could see his lips in the moonlight but she couldn't hear him.

"Snap out of it Willow." He said, tugging her up. "Come on, we gotta go."

Willow stared at Rick, the ringing in her ears starting to fade as she watched his face. there was a mix of panic and desperation etched in his hard features.

Rick moved past her grabbing Shane's gun from the ground. "Take this." He said, handing it to her. "Let's head back."

Willow studied the weapon, it's long barrel stained red with Shane's blood.

This didn't belong to her it belonged to the dead man in the field the one she hated so much the one who had almost killed her.

Her gaze turned back to Rick but he wasn't paying attention he was making his way towards her.

Willow saw movement behind him, a tall figure rising to its feet. Behind Rick was Shane, a very dead Shane. A walker.

He was inches away from Rick, reaching out for his killer.

Willow raised the gun. "Behind you!" She called after Rick as she fired the weapon catching Shane in the head, right between the eyes.

Shane crumpled to the ground for the last time with a bullet in his chest and a bullet in his head.

Rick quickly grabbed Willow's arm, pulling her out of the field. "We made too much noise. We shouldn't have fired those guns." He huffed, pulling her behind him.

Willow's legs felt like jello. Her stomach in knots. The events that just occurred, her attempted murder, the killing of shane and then the shooting of walker shane all came crashing down on her.

Willow turned to the body of what once was Shane. Nobody deserves to go out like that not even shane and as bad as he was that's saying a lot.

Rick dropped her arm, his hand leaving a red handprint on her arm.

As they neared the camp people began emerging from their tents in a panic.

"What the hell was that?" Dale asked climbing down from the winnebagos ladder.

Soon Rick and Willow were surrounded. Questions flooding their ears.

Daryl pushed through the small crowd, heading straight for Willow.

A dark purple bruise had already formed around her neck, a reminder of where Shane's hands once were. Shane's blood still splattered across her face.

Daryl grabbed the sides of Willow's face, his rough hands caressing her face. "The hell happened Rick." He demanded, his eyes never leaving Willow. He examined her. "Who's blood?" He asked, licking his thumb. He tried wiping the blood off but it only smeared.

Rick fell silent. His gaze falling on Lori. "Shane's."

The group fell silent.

Daryl held Willow's face tight, his eyes falling on her neck. He gulped. He didn't even have to ask because he already knew what had happened.