The End Of My World

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I lift my arm and place it against the bed pushing myself up into a sitting position with a string of curses leaving my dry and cracked lips. My parched mouth making my voice husky and choppy.

Rick's eyes widen and bore into my skull as he stares astonished at me. Hershel runs to my side. Lifting up my hand a pressing fingers to it. Only to drop it after a moment. Placing another hand against my forehead.

"She seems fine" the dinosaur announces to no one in particular.

"No DIP sherlock." I mutter at him. Looking over at Rick for any sign of life. He nods at the doctor and makes his way over. Can this man walk any slower, I wonder. The sloth of a man finally reaches my side and pulls my hand into his. Looking into his eyes he says, "I'm glad your alive."

"Thank you" I nod awkwardly, ever so slowly pulling my hand out of his grip. His fingers let go and I feel his stare lift off of me and find its way over to the figure standing at the door.

Daryl Dixion

My heart pounds with the fluttering of the butterflies trapped in my stomach. I stare at the man with his muscular form, blue entrancing eyes, his dirty shoes and dark eye bags mans this gorgeous man seems 10x hotter than he normally is. I gulp down a load of spit and open my mouth to speak.

"Fancy seeing you here" I croak out.

"Howdy" he responds with a smirk.

Daryl Dixion...sarcastic…..smiling. I can't believe my eyes.

Focus Artemis…

I contain myself, looking at him with a small smile.

"How are you feeling?" Hershel asks sweetly.

"Fine," I retort. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and grab a hold of the cold black metal of the bunk bed frame. Hershel swivels his head towards me. His hands outstretched towards me. The glare he wore is a clear warning. Ignoring it, I pull my body up the muscles in my arms bulging out and growing. My torso finally up I stand straight barely leaning on the pole that unfortunately got my death grip as I tried to steady myself. The world was surprisingly still. YES, I mentally screamed.

With a glare from 3 different living beings I took my first step forwards towards the exit. Daryl standing just in the doorway. My hand leaving the pole, my foot stretches out and stops as it hit the concrete floor. The small energetic electricity expands through the wound and the flesh around it. I squeeze my eyes. The pain is tolerable but heated as it burns its way to my core. I grit my teeth and open my eyes again. The world bright, I notice the small dark shadows at the corners of my eyes. I grip onto the closest object. The cell doors are the nearest steady thing. I lean my body weight onto it and look at the floor, the last food I ate asking permission to see daylight.

"Careful now" Hershel commented, reaching even further for me.

"I'm fine" I grumble. Taking another step. My foot across the threshold I walk till I am in the center of the cell block.

"See, no issue at all" I announce with my hands at my hips. With a roll of Rick's eyes he walks away, heading towards the makeshift food area. I take a glance over to the spot Daryl stands. His eyes trained on me, looking as if he could see through my soul.

"I'ma take a walk" I announce before heading towards the door leading to the courtyard. I'm greeted by the warm rays of the sun, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air is tinged with the faint scent of decay. Despite the desolation surrounding me, there's a sense of eerie tranquility in the courtyard, broken only by the distant moans of the walkers.