My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 41- Exahustion

IM SORRY PLEASE DONT HATE ME. I LOVED VICTORIA BUT HER TIME CAME TO AN END. IM SO SORRY DONT KILL ME. Also the next few chapters are gonna feel really rushed just because I want to finally get off of season four sooooo
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It was awkward. That was all it was. We walked beside each other until he fell behind me, the silence eating into each other as we pondered what to speak about. Although no one would.

I knew nothing about the odd man, besides his name. Together, we walked the tracks of the train. We'd stop for an hour after every three, and refresh ourselves. We'd stop at night, taking shifts so we'd each get enough rest.

It's been days since Victorias death, probably even a few weeks. I wanted to find them, my group, but they could be any where. Dead. Alive. Captured. Stuck somewhere by a herd of walkers.

The only thought I truly possessed, was where Daryl Dixon was, and if he was alive. Of course I often wondered of Michonne, Rick, Taylor, and the rest. But Daryl, was my number one concern.

"Hey." Warren mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "I told you to wake me up in a few hours, now you won't be rested."

"I'll be fine." I sighed, and laid down as Warren stood up in the darkness, the light from the fire flicking onto his face.

I laid down, closed my eye and pretended to sleep, for his sake. I was exhausted, but the thought of Daryl out there somewhere, possibly taking his last breath, killed me.

I laid still for hours, pretending to sleep soundly so Warren could have peace in mind. But Victoria clawed her way into my mind, as well as the rest of my family.

Branches snapped, and the trees around us rustled viscously. I sprung up silently, and Warren too climbed to his feet. A walker jumped from the bush onto me, before I smashed its skull with the butt of my gun.

Warren was fighting his own battle with a biter. He seemed to be winning until he winced and dashed backwards a bit, making me wonder if he had been injured.

I took Daryl's hunting knife out, and sunk it into the walkers skull with a sickening crunch.

Warren panted heavily on the forest floor, as he glared at his arm with horror.

"What?" I asked, beckoning him towards the light of the fire.

He shuffled closer, and a giant, bloody claw mark was engraved in his skin. Veins snaked away from it, but so dark in color they almost looked black.

"I got scratched." He stated, almost like he wasn't effected by the alien mark on his hand.

"You're infected, Warren." I said in a shaky voice, reaching for his hand.

He flinched away, cradling his arm carefully. "We have to get to Terminus." He panicked, looking at me desperately. "They may have a cure, something that can help me."

"How do you know?" I whispered staring at the frantic man in front of me.

Warren sighed, and stared at his veins. "I don't. But I'm not ready to die, I have to try to survive this, wouldn't you?"

I nodded my head slowly, agreeing with him, no matter how frantic he seemed to be at the moment. If I were in his position, I'm sure I'd be going overboard.

"We leave for Terminus right now. We won't stop until we're there."
I promised, setting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll try and survive this."

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We lasted only one day, we did nothing but walk on the tracks. Every minute, Warren got worse. He'd cough, pant, wheeze, wince and shake until he couldn't no more.

It was nightfall when Warren suddenly collapsed behind me, I rushed over and helped him stand. He could barely walk. I dragged him over to an abandoned building. I prayed no one, dead or alive, was in there.

I tried to scout the building with my eyes as I helped him inside, and when we had shuffled to the centre of the room I could tell we were in an abandoned garage of some sort, some old cars coated in dust and oil. Warren took a spot on the floor, a blanket wrapped around his shaking body.

I walked through the garage for a bit, making sure there were no walkers or people in here already. After circling twice, I decided we'd be fine till morning.

When I came back to Warren he was already asleep. I climbed into an old creaky car instead, and locked the doors in case Warren died over night.

I laid down, staring at the torn up ceiling of the car, thinking about Daryl, Michonne, Carol and Rick. It was hard not too.

It felt like an eternity before I felt sleep begin to creep up on me. Then darkness.