The End Of My World

Chapter 5

Authors note: kinda short kinda not sorry.

Chapter 5

Black

Blood and dirt mixing.

The oozing crimson liquid now black as it soaks into the earth.

The woman with a head full of brunette hair and her skin the color of clouds, her pale white skin a big contrast to the dark ground her body lays on. The young woman with a green tank top and short jean shorts looked like she was in a tornado. Leaves and sticks cluttering her hair.

The horse, a nervous mess. Bucking its front hooves up and out as it releases its tension. The kid, Carl, laid a hand on the horse. Attempting to calm it down, the child wary but kind to the overwhelmed horse.

My blue orbs landed on the face of Rick. His eyes huge and breath quick. Carol rushed over to the small crumpled up girl. The blood continued to ooze out of her body. The puddle growing in mere seconds. My feet move without my knowledge. The girl getting closer and closer till she is lying just in front of me. I remember the girl just this morning leaving for a supply run, saying she was going to a nearby house she saw a while ago. She had her hair up in a pony tail and her gun full of ammo at her hip. The hands of Carol grabbed hold of her shoulder and rolled her unconscious body so her wound was facing upwards.

Lifting up the hem of her green shirt Carol placed a hand over her wound. Putting pressure on it.

"Hershel!" I heard Carol scream through my shock. This girl was a warrior, a fighter. She was a survivor, to see her face dirty with hints of blood lining almost everywhere. I felt my breath hitch.

Why do I care though? I am Daryl Dixon.

I needed no one...

Then why do I care?

.....I don't.....

I can't....

Artemis's chest rose and fell. Her eyes closed and her body limp as my arms picked up her skinny figure. Her head kicked back and her mouth a gape. My fingers curled around the girl, securing her to my chest. Her breath hit my face with a slow and staggered rhythm. Sweat drips from my forehead and land on the girls bloody shirt.

My feet pounding against the ground while I race over to the doors of the prison. Panting I screech for Hershel.

"Hershel!" My voice sore and my mind is racing. We cant lose them. The doctor rushes over instructing me to lay her on the bed. The cell tiny, the man gets to work, instructing his daughters what to do. His voice is assertive and distant while I try to wrap my head around the incident. I walk out as best as i can not to show my true feelings. I was scared for her but it was a feeling that felt more. It was uncomfortable, the feeling. I held my breath and looked for Rick. Knowing the man had gone through so much I wish he would just get off his lazy ass and deal the fuck with it. We all had gone through shit but damn you don't have to be a pussy about it. I walked out of the prison we called home and walked right over to the man sitting cross legged in the field of crops we were fortunate to have.

"Rick" I yelled at the man. He needed a reality check.

And quick...

"Daryl" T-Dog warned

"Shut up" I threatened. T-Dag raised his hands in surrender as I kept striding towards Rick. The man was standing up. His eyes clouded and cold.

"Yes daryl" His cool tone makes my blood boil.