Zombies? Not a Problem (Daryl and Merle Fanfic)

Chapter 2- daryl's girl

Malley's P.O.V.
Cane was dragged upstairs by his father, after I had been beaten close to death. Derek hadn't told me he was going to be home so early. This is the only way he could see Cane. That's why he did it. He took Cane up to his room upstairs and locked the door.
Even in my state I drug myself up each agonizing step, after agonizing step. I had to get to Cane. I can't let him get hurt. I heard whimpers, then I. Heard cane's pain filled scream. That got me to my feet. I rammed the door open. Cane was laying on his stomach on his bed. There his 'father' stood with a bike chain raised in his hands. Cane had one long gash across his back that started from the left tip of his left shoulder, to the top of his hip bone diagonally across his skin. Derek was swinging down again, but I dove on top of cane. I took every burning slash. Then he got a metal plate that said something I couldn't guide read, that was burning hot. Oh god. He was going to brand me. Cane still protected beneath me, hiding his scrunched up tear covered face in my chest. I focused on my baby boy when a seating pain ripped through me
And I couldn't hold the screams anymore
"AHHH DEREK NOO! CANE RUN. GO FIND LEAH GET HELP RUN BABY, AHHH- "
I jerked upright drenched in my own tears and looked around wildly. Daryl, Merle, and Leah's concerned faces filled my vision. My hand went to the words branded into my back left hip bone "Derek's Whore". It was just a dream. But the words ached so badly just thinking about that horrible night.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself out of my sleeping bag. I won't show them I'm weak.
Walking over to my bag, I got out a black tank top, navy green cargo pants, and my jacket I always wear that Cane and Leah had gotten me for Christmas.
I grabbed my black survival back pack and packed my hand gun, ammo, water, and protein bars. Looking back over to their faces I simply said "I'm fine. I'm gonna start looking for my son." And then I realized I had slipped. My eyes grew wide and my hands flew up to my mouth. Just as Daryl stepped foreword about to ask what I meant by that, I ran out of the tent and into the woods and changed quick. I handed Dixon's dirty clothes over to the women doing laundry.
I'll need a car. Looking around, I found a sick Harley with the keys hanging on the handlebar. What the hell. It's the freaking zombie apocalypse. Freaking arrest me. I took off on the road. It's sad. Passing through abandoned places that were once filled with so much joy. Houses, farms, parks. Empty. Silent. Lonely. If zombies don't kill me, I think the loneliness might. My life was so bright and fun whenever I was with Cane. Once, we were at the grocery store? And Cane and I were getting our usual things. Eggs, milk, what not.. But out of nowhere, there's this crunching sound, and I feel liquid running down my face. I turned to Cane, and before I yelled at him, I asked him why he had done that. He told me he saw a show on tv where kids were doing this to eachother and laughing and playing around and always happy, and then they started this thing called a 'food fight' to cheer their friend up. He said "I thought that having one of these 'fights of food' would make you smile too, mommy" which lead to me smashing a nearby cake into his face. We were banned from Walmart after that. But he did make me come out of my depressed mood and laugh and smile again. Only Cane could do that. My baby boy.
The reason I came back out on the road was to check the same walmart we were banned from to see if he'd remembered that and went there as I had. I'm pulling up to the front and getting off my bike. I go through the glass doors. I can't really search the whole place, so I scream things like "CANE! Cane, it's mommy! Baby, if you're here please come out. Mommy's here to get you, baby!" And after 10 minutes, and about fifteen dead walkers, I decide he's not here. I should go back to camp. Plan out my search for him. Plus Daryl might be worried about me. Whoa, I did not just think that...
Shaking those thoughts out of my head, i swing my leg over the bike, and take off again. It takes 10-15 minutes to get back to camp.
When I get close, I hear screams, and I immediately spread up. When I get back to camp, nobody is dying so I just calm myself down and park the bike.
Everybody crowds around the bike like I'm some fucking pot of gold, and I start to get pissed off so I yell "what the fuck was that?!" A couple people back up, and Carl backs up behind his mom. My eyes soften as I look down at him. He looks scared shitless. I bend down to his level and whisper
"I'm sorry Carl, I didn't mean to raise my voice like that. It's just been a rough day" while attempting a smile that probably comes out as a grimace. He immediately engulfs me in his arms, and I tense up. He notices and backs off a bit. I give him an apologetic smile and ruffle up his hair. I just can't handle hugs that aren't from Cane yet.
Rick comes foreword to me and explains how Glenn had spotted a new group getting pretty close to our location and it caused an uproar of panic. I just hope they don't get too close. I need to search this location for my son.

Leah and I decide to head to bed so we can both go out in search for Cane tomorrow. The Dixon duo come into our tent not too long after us. Merle looks over at Leah and smiles. I've observed that Merle has a soft spot for Leah. It's adorable actually. They're the tough beauty and the redneck beast.

"why are ye two headed in so early?" Merle asks her. I give her a look. I don't trust these people yet. They don't need to know our business.

"Just tired, is all" she explains with a smile his way.

 I let out a breath, and Daryl looks at me and squints his eyes. I just shrug it off though. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out.