Dazey, not Daisy, Dazey.

I am someone who did not die when i should have died

Dead on my feet to a point where i might as well be a walker.

This girl is holdin my baby.

This man is starin at me with cold eyes.

I cant think, I can barely breathe with how worked up i am.

The walkers are down. All of em.

Its a bloody scene with pieces of gore sticking out of all these things that were once human, once someone alive, once someone like me.

I dont realize until too late that im falling, the man doesn't react in time either and then I'm just on the ground, i was already bloody and gross and now im basically swimming in this shit.

"Y'alright?" The dirty man slowly asked with a hand outreached

Sitting there dumbly i nod and scramble to take his hand "yea im fine, is my girl okay?" Suddenly im panicing and internally scolding myself for not worrying about her sooner, especially with new people around, especially with a new man around.

"She's good, beths got 'er" he said while keeping me steady "hey how old are'ya? Ya dont look old 'nough to be no mother"

"I, er, I dont, i dont know, maybe fifteen?" I say unsure, i dont give myself a chance to see the frown on his face deepen before i unsteadily drag myself to the blonde girl holding my baby, beth i think "thats my kid, can you give me my kid please?" I dont have it in me to be nice right now

"Oh yea, okay" she handed harley over pretty easily, she looks a bit shaken and maybe uncomfortable talkin to me but i really couldnt care less

After i have my baby girl in my arms i make my way to the front of the truck and slide down to sit leaning on it

"Girl whatchu doin, ya'aint gunna feed her or nuthin?" The man is looking at me like im crazy but truthfully i probably look it, covered in all this blood and shit you'd think id wanna clean up before holdin harley again but its just so exhausted and all i want in the world is the hold harley.

The girl comes and stands with the man, both looking at me puzzled and maybe a little startled

"I fed her before the herd came last night, she'll be fine, shes a tough one" im so fucking ready to just fall over and not get up, but unfortunately i do need to clean up " hey um, miss, the guy, he said that, he said your names beth?" With a quick nod from blondie i continue "well beth, do ya know if theres any rivers, creeks or anythin i can clean myself up in, if i could id stay like this but i gotta clean up for her" i say bowing my head to harley

"Er, im not sure, daryl do ya think theres somehin like that near here?"

"Nah, but most of it looks fresh, you find a towel ya can just wipe it off" the man, 'daryl' aparently, said lookin like he wanted to run off already

"Ah ok, either of you got a towel? I dont think i got one" exasperated daryl handed my a red bandana that he had in his back pocket"Ya can just keep it, dont want no walker rag, sides you look like shit" this for no fuckin reason just, was funny, laughter never came so easy, i dont know if its the shock or the bluntness of it but i laughed so hard and so long that my side ached

They look at my like i belong in some wack-job hospital, maybe i do but in this world i fit right in
"Sorry im just, i dont know, im just real fuckin tired"

"Its alright, look like youve been fightin em walkers a while, ya'know how long?"

"I dunno, last night maybe a couple hours after dark i parked to go to bed but harley started cryin and the walkers heard her and the truck wasnt workin and i dont know i just, i just couldnt let em get er, so ive jus been fightin em since" at this point im tired as fuck but im still worked up and alert from fighting all night, its like my head and body are at war tryin to figure out to either pass out or keep goin

"Shit, hey if ya need it i can carry ya to the back of the truck and ya can lay down, beth'll take care of er" daryl is volunteering beth on his behalf but she looks like she'd do it either way

"How do i know ya aint gunna do some fucked up shit" a look of anger spreads across his face and beth looks revolted

"Crist lady! Ya' know what! Ya can just figure this shit out yerself! I aint had to come save yer sorry ass ya know! Do i look like some sicko!" He starts to go to grab his stuff thats layin on the ground a few feet away from the truck

"Wait!" He stops and looks at me bewildered "wait, please, wait, i just, im sorry, im sorry ok? i just, ok, is it, can beth still look after her, im just, im so fucking tired, and im just tryin to be cautious since i dont know you, but i shoulda known if ya was like that youd've already done something, so im sorry, can i just please have some help-" abruptly im not on the ground no more and the man, daryl, has me n' harley in his arms carryin me to the back of the truck

"quit yer yappin, yer givin me a headache." He looks mean but almost apologetic that he got me so worked up, once he got me in the back of the truck beth came and took harley

"Just, just so i can make sure shes ok, can you sit in shotgun so i know shes ok?" Beth nodded immediately and i can already tell shes real nice, once i was fully in the truck daryl closed the door and i couldnt help but lay down

Before i can drift off i feel the truck dip as daryl sits in the drivers seat and he magically starts this fucking rust bucket and starts driving.

My eyes start to get real heavy after watchin the trees we drive by and i fall asleep to the sound of the truck driving down this boring ass road.

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