The End Of My World

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I walked till morning, my feet stumbling around unable to hold my body up any longer. My foot nicked a rock in the ground and I fell to the floor. A ripping sound echoed through the trees. I felt waves of pain shoot through my body, my stomach growing red. My hand feebly touches my lower torso, the tips of my fingers graze over the popped stitch at my stomach. I hear the sounds of what seems to be voices echoing through the leafy branches of the woods. I hear birds, wind, and the rustle of fallen leaves along the forest floor. The sunlight casting yellow-golden shadows across the floor. Small plants and the dirt glitter in the sun's golden rays.

I let out a low groan, rolling onto my back. My chest rises and falls fast, wincing at the pain. The silence that envelops the forest is broken when a loud snapping cuts through the quiet. I'm on my feet within minutes. My feet steady (for the first time) on the ground, my head whipping around like a mad man looking for the source of the outburst.

I brush the grime off me and hike off towards what I hope is the way to the prison.

I walk until I come across a road. A twig snaps again behind me. My adrenaline pumps into my veins. What the hell was that?!!! I Wonder.

"Who ever the hell you are, I am a trained Swat Agent and won't hesitate to beat you the fuck up. I WILL LEAVE YOU IN A PULP" I scream the last bit in an attempt to get them to leave me alone.

Crack...

I  hear it again, the soft reecho was barely there. I feel my eyes dart left and right, my hand grazing over the hilt of my sheathed blade.

"Glad I found you" a gruff voice announces.

"Get your ass out here creep or I beat you senseless!" I narrow my eyes at movement behind the nearest oak tree. Imma do it, Imma hit them. I aim and throw the blade within seconds. I take in the fast movement of the blade and the Thud it makes when it hits the tree, a splash of blood spraying on the tree.

"Damn sweet cheeks calm the fuck down" Merle steps out from the tree. A small cut across the forearm of his right arm.

"Merle what the FUCK are you doing here!"

"Came to get'cha"

"Why, you left me in that pit, I had to find my own way out! What the fuck man!"

"Well I came back for ya darlin didn't I" He smirks

"Yeah well where's Daryl" I say, "I ought to kick his ass too" I mutter afterwards.

"Beats me, split off from him a while back, ain't seen the pussy since" Merle, being the man he was, picked at his nail while looking as if he had no cares left to give in this god forsaken world.

I stare blankly at him.

"What the fuck yer look in at chick"

"I'm lookin at you, dumb shit!" I sherick, anger bubbling up inside me.

"I'm so done with yer ass Merle! Get your head our of yer ass and look around ya." I spread my arms out wide. "You need to be more careful and not LEAVE you DAMN BROTHER BEHIND!"

His head casts down before turning up again. His eyes slits.

"You damn speak to me that way" his voice low and menasing.

"I do" I challenge. He lunges forward. Toward me his hands outstretched and reach to attack.

I sidestepped his attack, my movements fluid and precise. As Merle stumbled past me, I seized the opportunity to deliver a swift kick to his back, sending him crashing to the ground with a grunt of pain.

"You're all bark and no bite, Merle," I taunted, my voice dripping with contempt as I stood over him, victorious. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before picking a fight with someone who's not afraid to stand up to you."

"You little shit," He grumbles under his breath.

He stumbles to his feet and lunges for me again. I still clutch my side but side step him again. His body stops and spins before heading right for me again. This time I couldn't escape. His body comes crashing down on me, sending a holler through my throat as Merle sits on me rearing back his fist ready to hit me. Leaves crunch behind Merle but it doesn't seem to faze him. His fist comes down hard on my face, his fist raising again to hit me, leaving no room for mercy. His fist connects again, my face fills with pain. I feel thick copper liquid fill my mouth. My jaw filling with pain and my head spinning. How could I let this happen?  His fist connects with my head again before his attacks stop and his body seems to be fighting with something. I use the chance to flip us and spin him to the ground.

"What the FUCK!" I scream in his face. My hands pinning his forearms to the ground. He spits in my face, well tries too. The spit only goes as far as the corner of his mouth and trailing down the side of his jaw until it drips onto the earth behind his head. My side roars in pain, but I ignore it as I stare straight into his eyes and probably into his soul, I'm not sure. Well now that I think about it I don't think he has a soul, sooooo.

I feel a hand graze my shoulder and I whip around to find Daryl, his blue sexy eyes looking right into mine, my words lost in the wind as I stare right back into his.

"Daryl," I finally managed to get out.

"Artemis, what happened?" his voice was soft and delicate. His eyes glancing at Merle on the ground and the giant blood stain on the side of my body.

"I might have popped that stitch again," I said shyly.

"But your brother here," I start to raise my voice, "Tried to kill me"

"You started it bitch," he screams at me, his body writhing underneath me.

"Can ya let em go?" Daryl says his gruff voice coming back. With a roll of my eyes I get up off the man child and stand against a tree behind Daryl. The man is speaking to Merle before we travel back.

"Com'on," Daryl says to me after a couple minutes. I push off the tree and look towards the way we would be walking. I take a step and stumble, my head starts to spin again and my hand comes away from my side with red liquid quite literally covering my hand.

"Shit," I mumble. I take another few steps. Trying to catch up with the two rednecks. I say a few more cuss words before I lean up against another tree and slowly slide to the ground.

"Daryl," I say but he doesn't turn around. My head hurts and the world seems to tilt.

"Daryl," I try again a little louder, the pain still excruciating.

"Daryl," I try one last time, my breathing quick. He turns around and walks back until he seems to catch sight of me. He boots collide with the ground and pushes him forward at a speed I didn't think was possible. His tattered and dirt stained hands cling to my arms.

"Artemis?" His voice is urgent. I nod.

"Com'on we can't leave you here," Daryl says and hoists me up and places an arm underneath my armpit holding me up.

"HOLY FUCK" I screech as his body rubs up against my wounded side.

"Sorry, Sorry," He mumbles. We stumble through the forest till we reach the gates of the prison.

So far the amount "of almost there's" are beating the amount of curse words coming out of my mouth. Rick rushes up to me and grabs my other arm, pulling it onto his. The two taller men making my feet barely drag against the ground.

"Are you even helping," Daryl says to me. I glare at the side of his head, "I can't even walk, the two of you are too tall" I grumble back. A small chuckle coming out of both men. I just huff and glare at them.

(Author: I brush the grime off me...
Me: *giggles* Grim-Grime *tries to contain their laughter*
Author: Wha-
Me: BAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAH *rolls on the ground laughing*
Author: Why?-
Me: Bahahah *tries to breathe* GRIMES *starts to laugh again*
Me: *Dies of laughter *)