Chapter 13
I walked out the house with a full bag and a bright smile on my face. My daggers strapped to my thigh and my gun placed at my hip. I walk out and down the steps skipping over to the couples house.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daryl laughed, I only made a silly face at him, challenging him to do something about it.
"Whatever the hell I want" I finally answer back before entering the house, catching a quick glimpse of a smile on Daryl's face.
"HEY LOVE BIRDS WHERE ARE YOUUUU~" I say loudly with a singsong voice.
"Maggie, Glen" Daryl shouts, we approach the kitchen and drop down to one knee in front of the pistol on the ground.
"It's Maggie's" Daryl says, I nod and get up fast, grabbing the gun with me. I storm past him and into the neighborhood. I look frantically around, I look at the ground and press my hand into the warm tire tracks in the concrete.
"Mother Fuckers" I whisper, a deadly venom lacing my voice, death hanging just on the edge of my reach. My eyes slit and I feel the familiar feel of control, of confidence, of certainty, of death.
I haven't felt this since the time I had in my old life, and the time I had a job.
I remember the feeling of control as I broke peoples doors down, enemy or foe, I remember the feeling of strength when I killed my targets, I remember how happy I felt when I made a difference. I loved my old job. I hated how people looked at me when I told them. They would always look at me like I was some hero or like I was the best person in the world, but if they knew what it was like, I'm sure they would kick me to the curb, maybe even kill me for the thoughts I had. I was a SWAT agent, top of my group but the most underestimated. Although I was a great fighter and asset now. I would also feel like I was at home when I killed.
I remember the time I was in the field, I was dealing with the outbreak. I would shoot up bodies, turned or not, told only that it was for everyone's safety. The government is sick...was sick. I'm glad our world gets a new start though.
I turned back around to daryl, his figure coming to a stop right behind me.
My eyes darken
"They will pay"
I follow the tracks till we reach a spot in the road where a few large trucks are set up. And guess who is standing right smack dab in the middle, Merle
-sorry I'm in a writers block
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