The Archer's Love (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 1

*Notes: OC's name is Mirri, pronounced as {Me-rye}

This isn't right, one moment everything is great and the next it turns to shit. Who would've thought I would be standing here on top of a building in Atlantic City while trying to hide from munchers? Certainly not me.

I've been on my own for a while, trying to avoid the living and the dead. There's no one I can't trust. Not anymore. I just hope my Auntie Maze is okay. I pray that she's somewhere safe and away from all this. I know it's wishful thinking, but it's better than thinking of the worst scenarios.

I exhale a breath as I look down, counting how many munchers I would have to get past to get to the pharmacy. Luckily, there are only a few, while the rest of them are on the other side of the city. It should be easy enough. At least, I think so.

I quickly climb down the fire escape, adjusting my side strap holding my bow and arrows before quickly running down the street. Two munchers made me, so I grabbed the machete from my belt and slashed their heads off.

Once I got inside, I lock the doors from behind me and quickly put the machete back onto my belt before grabbing my bow and arrow, getting ready to fire at anything that moves. Suddenly, a female muncher with a missing jaw jumps up from the cashier,

I fired at her head, immediately taking her down.

I then rushed to the cashier, pulling out the arrow from her head before making my way down the aisle. So far no one was here, making me feel some relief.

I then take a quick look around in the dark, making sure there weren't any more munchers, with the windows being my only source of light. Once I knew everything was clear, I quickly gathered what was left during the outbreak.  I gathered water bottles, medicine, food, and anything useful to fit into my big leather backpack.

Once I had everything, I made my way towards the exit, only to see nine munchers banging the doors from outside, trying to get in to have their next meal. I quickly made my way to the back of the store, knowing there was a back exit. But when I made it out the door, I didn't expect to run into a tall fat ass muncher with one arm, bumping into its back before quickly stepping away. I didn't have time to react as the muncher charged at me, backing me against the door as he tried to bite my face off, but my right forearm kept it at a distance while my other arm kept its one hand from scratching me. I couldn't get my weapons without risking getting bitten, so I felt trapped, unsure of what to do.

However just before I could think of anything, an arrow shot straight through the side of its head out of nowhere, catching me by surprise as the muncher fell dead, falling sideways to the ground.

When I turned to my right to see where the arrow came from, a man stood there pointing his crossbow at me.

"Drop yer weapons." The redneck demanded, with a look of anger on his face. He had a slim-built body with facial hair from his lip to his chin. He wearing a beige shirt with no sleeves, which looked like they'd been ripped off, and his naturally toned arms were covered in sweat and dirt like me.

"No," I said harshly, feeling threatened and angry. There was no way I was gonna give up my shit, not after all the hard work I had to do to get them.

"I said drop yer weapons" he snarled as he came closer to me, now pointing his crossbow at my forehead as three other men came around the corner, almost in unison.

I huffed out in anger before reluctantly doing as he said, slowly dropping my machete to the ground, then my pocket knife, the tactical boot knife, and the bow and arrows.

"Damn, she's packing," the burly man said to the Asian guy as they approached each side of the guy with the crossbow, keeping their eyes on me. The crossbow guy backed off just as the cop took his place, patting me down for any more weapons.