𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 | ᵀᵂᴰ

3: At Worlds End

Daryl, Merle, and I were in the hospital room watching TV when loud screams filled the hallways. Daryl got up and looked out the door window. Merle looked out the one facing the street.

"Cops are all over this bitch." Merle said.

"Inside too." Daryl said. Gunshots were heard everywhere. Merle took the IV's out of my arm and Daryl grabbed me some clothes. "Change quick, we're gettin' outta 'ere." Daryl helped me to the small bathroom in the hospital room and I changed fast being careful of my bandages.

As I walked out, I saw Merle and Daryl grabbing medicine and bandages from cabinets and drawers, then shoving it into bags that were in the room. I felt dizzy and grabbed onto the end of the bed. Daryl threw the bags he had at Merle. "Come on," He said, picking me up bridal style. "We're leavin' now." Merle opened the door, and we ran to the elevator. It wasn't working so we headed to the stairs. Merle shoved people out of the way so Daryl could get by holding me.

I heard more gunshots and buried my head into Daryl's chest, thinking about the previous week. I felt the heat of the sun hit my skin. Merle threw the bags into a random unlocked truck and opened the door. I sat in the middle between them. Merle was driving. The streets were packed of people trying to leave.

I began to feel more dizzy, and my breathing began to go off track. Daryl noticed and rummaged in the bags on the floor. He pulled out a bottle of pills and poured some into his hand. He gave me two and put the palm of his hand to my mouth, and tilted my head backward. He grabbed an open water bottle that was in the truck door and opened it. He smelled it to see if it was actual water. He tilted my head up a little bit and put the water to my lips. I swallowed the water and pills and rested my head on his shoulder.

I felt tired and weak. Daryl turned to the side, holding my head. My vision and hearing began to go in and out. "Ay, Isa! Stay with me, aight?" I heard him say. I caved and closed my eyes.

Daryl

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Isabela fell limp in my arms as we turned the corner onto a back road. "Could ya hurry up?" I asked Merle, holding Isabela in my arms. She was still breathing but just barely. We made it to our house, and Merle ran in and grabbed stuff. I didn't trust him, so I left Isabela in the truck and locked the doors. "I'll be back, sunshine." I said, kissing her forehead, laying her on the seats. I ran in and saw Merle grabbing his stash and some beers. I scoffed and ran upstairs to grab my crossbow and whatever guns our dad owned. He was at work. I saw someone looking into the truck Isabela was in and ran outside, aiming my crossbow at him.

"Calm down, Daryl. It's me," It was my uncle. I put my bow down. "Who's the girl?" He asked. I threw the stuff I had into the trunk and ran across the street to Isabela's house and packed her things. I grabbed the bow and arrow I got her for her 8th birthday. I ran outside and threw her stuff in the trunk, too. Merle was waiting by the truck. I threw the keys at him, and he unlocked it. I picked up Isabela and got in. She was still out. "I found a way out on the way here, but we gotta get your dad first. Follow me!" My uncle said then got into his car.

We followed him. Dad got into his car, and we drove away. He went into the woods, and we him followed still. He stopped and got out. "We gotta go on foot from here." He spoke. "Nah, we can't. Isa's injured. She-" Dad cut me off.

"Forget the girl, Daryl. She'll slow us down. Just leave her with some supplies, and she can be on her own." He said. "Nah, I ain't leavin' 'er!" "Well then, you can stay back with her!" He said. "Fine!" "No, Daryl. You can bring her. Let's just go!" My uncle said.

I went over to the truck and grabbed Isabela. I was holding her the same way I did at the hospital. We walked around the woods for a place to set up camp.