The Walkers are Here

Chapter 2

"Follow me." Daryl sighed. I don't think he wanted us to stay.

He led us up some stairs and led us to a row of cells.

"Okay. Decide where you're staying. I don't really give a shit what room but as long as you're comfortable." He said, heading back down the stairs.

"I'll go in this room" I said, peering into the cell. There was a bunk bed so I'm guessing 2 of us wi have to stay in each room.

"Want me to?" Carl said. I got kinda shakey on that.

"That'd be nice," Rick said, "for the kids to spend some time together."

"Okay, fine. But I get changed before you, you're not allowed in the room when I am getting changed. And the same rules apply when YOU'RE getting changed." I said, chuckling and smirking a little.

"Fine." Carl huffed and smiled.

Lori and Rick stayed in the room next to Andrea's. Andrea is in the middle of us. She likes to spend her time alone.

I think Beth's and Daryl's are to the left of ours. There are a lot of arrows and clothes in there already. The duvet isn't completely over the bed.

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"Okay, considering you've been here for a day or two I thought it's time that you kids learnt how to hunt." Daryl said. Me and Carl are great friends now, more like best friends considering we have no one else.

"With what?" I asked.

"Either a crossbow, a knife or a sniper gun if you're lucky to find any others apart from that rusty old one at the top of the prison." Daryl got out his crossbow and aimed it at a deer.

"You have to aim it right. Always aim for just below the shoulder blade. This kills it faster. Make sure you're completely silent and make sure it doesn't hear or spot you in any way." He shot the deer and the deer dropped to the ground. "See?" He headed towards the deer, cutting it straight through the middle and collecting some flesh for later. He also ripped off the antlers.

"And you need these because?" Carl asked. We looked at each other like Daryl was on drugs.

"To make new weapons. Maybe make a sword out of it. Maybe an axe to get some wood. I don't know. You kids will have to discover it for yourself." He finally got the left antler off. Now the right one.

After he pulled out the antler from the deer, he gave the crossbow to Carl and we headed back to the place we shot the last deer from.

"Your turn next, dude."

Carl put his hat on his head properly instead of having it slanted.

"Now, it's all about aim. All you have to do is-" Daryl tried to explain how to shoot the crossbow. Thing is Carl had already shot another deer close by.

"How did you-" Daryl was interrupted by Carl.

"Just remember: I might not look like I've done this before, but I have." He handed the crossbow to me. I've never done this before.

"You know how to do this, right Phoebe?" Daryl asked.

"Pfffffft... Of course!" I said, lying. I shot the crossbow and instead of shooting another deer I shot a tree which a walker was stood right next to. It noticed the arrow and headed towards where we shot it from. We shot it from a little hut outside the prison. It started groaning and getting the others' attention. They all started to follow. They all came towards us.

"Beth! Beth, lock the doors after the kids get inside! Carl, Phoebe, run inside. Quick!" Daryl commanded. He pushed us in and Beth locked the door.

Suddenly Carl hugged me. I felt a little weird when this happened. I hugged him back. What happens if Daryl doesn't survive? Where's the food going to go.

"You've never done this before. You okay?" I asked. He pulled away from the hug.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, I guess." It made the situation a lot more awkward. Next thing you know there are knocks on the door. Beth grabs a knife from the counter and holds it just in front of her chest. She slowly unlocks the door and notices Daryl there. He's full of blood all over his face and on his clothes.

"Everything alright? Are you okay?" I said.

"Fine, fine." Daryl said.

We all turn around and notice a little girl. A walker. She was blonde, she didn't make a sound. She stood there.

Daryl moved closer to the little girl. Surely she'd be no harm. She looked like one of them, but I was convinced she wasn't.

I was wrong. Far wrong.