An ex-war hero stumbles upon a guy still dressing as a cop, in a new world where cops and laws don't exist anymore. Now she has to face new emotions and threats she never imagined she'd face. Will she stay and help or will she revert to the lone wol...
I was back inside the house Patricia looked at my wound as Beth came in with a plate of food and a glass of orange juice.
"Thank you both. And my sincerest apologies for your loss. As far as I'm concerned just him wanting to make that run made up for his accident." I said looking at them both. They just said thank you and Patricia told me it's best to keep my shirt off if I'm not up and about. I put my shirt on and headed outside seeing everyone up and about. I had seen T-dog and Dale come over to the group, saying there was a walker in the well. I headed with Rick and Hershel to look at the map.
"The interstate where you broke down is here. There's your creek. My farm is here. We're looking out that way, south-southeast." Hershel said as he got up using his cane.
"We missed this branch of the creek entirely. If she went that direction, she'd be miles from where we looked." Rick said still looking at the map.
"Rick, Mania, take a moment. Come look." He said to us as we walked over to him seeing the beautiful sight
"That's something, isn't it? It's good to pause for an occasional reminder." Hershel said. "Of what?" Rick questioned. "Whatever comes to mind. For me, it's often God. No thoughts on that?" Hershel asked looking at him. Our thoughts on god are probably most definitely in a rough patch right now.
"Last time I asked God for a favor and stopped to admire a view my son and my close friend got shot. I try not to mix it up with the almighty anymore. Best we stay out of each other's way." He said looking at Hershel as I just reached down to my wound recalling the painful memory.
"Lori told me your story, how you were shot, the coma. Yet you came out of it somehow. You did not feel God's hand in yours?" Hershel said still trying to keep faith alive in this world. I'm not particularly a woman of faith, I've seen and done things no god accepts. Threw religion out the window along with my humanity, all I want to do in this world. Now after finding a great bunch of people, is restore my humanity every and any way I can.
"At that moment? No, I did not." Rick. "In all the chaos you found a partner, one that will do anything to protect the group. You also found your wife and boy. Then your partner and your boy was shot and they both survived. That tells you nothing?" Hershel questioned. "It tells me God's got a strange sense of humor," Rick said walking off.
"I may be the most godless person you'll meet. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason, and God any God that's up there don't matter who. Did everything for a reason to bring us here to bring us together to see another day. There's someone up there putting everything in motion putting people together, in strange and fucked up ways. The one thing I know for certain is this sight, it's beautiful." I said looking at Hershel and he just smiled at me saying a soft thank you. We then got the map and headed back to the farm, except for the part where I wandered off without anyone seeing.
I wanted to get away, get some peace of mind. I of course wouldn't leave without my weapons, knives, bow and arrow, and one of my guns, which the other two along with some rounds of ammunition are stashed in my tent that Valerio set up for me. I'm not giving my handguns up, that'll never happen. I had figured since I would be wandering I'd look for Sophia and maybe hunt some dinner. Who knows what'll happen but I guarantee you the second I feel pain I'm heading back. Getting your stitches fixed hurts like hell, not up for that one. Hours had gone by at this point, I knew this because the sun was going down. Didn't find any clues on Sophia but I got a few squirrels.
I headed back hoping no one would get mad at me, not that I'd listen much anyway. When I got back I hung the squirrels on a branch by the middle of camp. Then I grabbed my tent and waltzed over to a weird chimney on its own a bit a ways from the group. The farther I am the quieter it is and the clearer I can hear any strange noises. That's when I saw Lori walking off into the distance looking over her shoulder, getting ready to use the ground as a toilet. That wasn't even the strangest part, I mean she could've gone inside to use the toilet. Anyways her hand went between her legs, and that's when it clicked. Lori has missed shark week, I guess she and Rick and whoever else knows are going to play who's the daddy.
I mean all power to her if she wants to keep it. However, we don't even know if we're able to stay here. Say they kick us to the road she'll have a baby on the road and attract walkers. A moving vehicle isn't particularly the greatest place to have a baby. The only thing I knew was that I would protect that child along with Carl no matter the cost. The one thing this world and the old world have in common, children's safety comes first. I couldn't sleep so I just walked the entire perimeter of the farm the entire night I had gotten close to our campsite when someone decided to join me.
"I don't care if we never get along. I just wanted to say one thing ask one thing and do one thing." I looked over to see Daryl. I wasn't particularly in the mood for being rude, which is vastly unusual.
"Out with it, I'm not sleeping with you though. Yes to whatever the question is, and yes I know I'm amazing and you can never reach my level of skill." I said as I threw some of my hair back. Daryl chuckled, like actually chuckled. The only emotions I've seen on this guy are pure rage and just the look that says 'I don't care' I looked at him baffled, never did I ever think that would come out of Daryl Dixon.
"Nah. Just wanted to say that even though you didn't fully take the bullet, you still saved him whether you think so or not. I also just want to walk the perimeter with you can't sleep either." He said looking ahead of us.
"Wow Daryl, are you getting soft on me? I was enjoying the hating game where we steal kills from each other." I said looking at him shining my flashlight in his face.
"Nah 'm not just felt like it needed to be said. Seeing as though everyone probably looks at it like you failed." He said as he swatted the flashlight away from his face.
"I prefer us being dicks to each other. I'm not sentimental and you're not sentimental, let's keep it that way. Now what's the question." I said getting more serious.
"Why do you hate me? I mean I could careless just want to know." "Because we're the same. We're both destructive when we need to be, closed off, and so much more. My destructiveness was let out in the army, yours wasn't and I can see that. You hold it in you let things eat at you until you crash. We hide everything, stay strong for others, and do the dirty work that needs to be done. We are made for this world, whether we'd like to admit it or not. On our own, that sentence would be a great thing, but we're in a group. We have people who rely on us, if we were on our own me and you by ourselves separately. We wouldn't have soft spots we would be able to die tomorrow and nobody would blink twice. It's not a bad thing at all, but it means that if you or I were to explode we'd have to think about the group. What I mean by that is, we'd have to keep it in until something happened where we could let it out. You Daryl have been holding it in your whole life." I said stopping my movements and looking at him as he did me.
"You know what I hate about you. Everything honestly, don't have specifics. What I do know is that you're a typical army bitch. Act like you're better than everyone else around you, in this world we're all just the same. I also know for a fact we're nothing alike, gumdrops and rainbows. Probably got in the army and got the least dangerous part, world goes to shit now you can pretend like you did something with your life. We're nothing alike never will be, you're nothing like me." He said getting in my face his words laced with anger. It hurt it truly did, the only reason I joined the army was to get away in the only way I knew how. I hate that he saw me during a vulnerable moment, I hate that he can just speak to me like that and know nothing. I just looked at him and walked to my camp throwing the flashlight at him.
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