found for the lost

utter bliss.

As i stare at these two men question me, I take note the it's almost sun down.
Wow.
It's been 20 minutes of them questioning me, I don't blame them but look at me.
I'm practically the help, drenched in sweat, alone, has no energy, and starved?
How do I look dangerous?

I ain't seen no mirror in what feels like decades and for all I know I might be walkin' around looking like a goddamn skeleton. Part of me wants to pan handle these men into asking idiots can follow them for food and shelter but another part doesn't trust men in the apocalypse at the moment.
Ever since the world went to shit so did the men, and heck...woman too!
Here I thought we'd all be helping each other at the end of the world but nope, it's every person for themselves. The fact that I got jumped two weeks ago for the last three cans of my mushroom soup proves that. Savages. They don't ask to share, they take.
The only thing I've ever taken was a pair of shoes and the person was already dead!

"You're alone aren't you" the moody man grunts and I mentally slap myself at the fact that I've already forgotten his name is Daryl. I look at the two and nod.
"I am, so don't use that to your advantage" I say sarcastically and Daryl scoffs while Aaron just shakes his head
"No no we aren't like tha-" He mutters quickly but then realizes it was just sarcasm. He calms down and Daryl keeps his eyes on me.

I sigh and put my hands on my hips as I put pressure on my left leg and rest on it, this predicament was not what I anticipated.

"Sooo boys, what's the plan here? Am I gonna be a friend or a foe?"

I say with a hint of amusement. Daryl scoffs and Aaron speaks up.

"We got a gr-"
He gets cut off when Daryl speaks.
I could tell Daryl cut him off on purpose.

"How many people have ya killed?"
I blink, that was sudden. His voice was gruff, his exterior remained broody and I kept eye contact with him, why not speak truthfully?

"Would be kinda sick to keep count don'tcha think? Well I'll admit...I lost count after 23."

And as the men hear my words, both reactions are what I expected, Aaron's eyes widen and Daryl is unfazed, I could tell he's probably killed the same amount. I just hoped it was for the same reason.

"How many walkers?"

"I'd say around...60? I have no clue."

He hummed and nodded faintly.
"Why?"

This was what he was looking for. My answer would show who I am. Whether I'm a had person or not.

"To protect myself and others. But...I lost them too."

Aaron speaks up this time
"May I ask who?"
I nod answer.

"Friends. Family."
This topic was getting depressing we might just turn into walkers ourselves by how sad this was getting, so I cleared my mouth but thankfully Daryl fixed the situation by saying something I didn't think he'd ever say.

"Yer comin' with us. We got a group in Alexandria" He mumbled

I nod, that clearly wasn't a question, but I was wiling to go wit these men because I was tired and starving.

They both distanced themselves and I could hear them faintly speak about bringing me along. Yet minutes later there I am, walking alongside them as I could feel them keep their eyes on me like hawks, especially Daryl.

This was gonna lead to something interesting indeed.