ɢʜᴏsᴛs ~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍¹

(23) New People

Season 2, Episode 9: Triggerfinger

November 4th     Day 72

She wished she had stayed.

She walked through the woods cluelessly. She didn't know where to go now.

She thought of the girl dropping to the ground and she knew she'd be like that. She wondered how everyone else would react to her dead body. They'd either find her dead or dead but walking. She didn't want to be either. That motivated her to walk.

She hoped someone would find her and not like how they failed the girl.

To be fair they didn't actually know if the girl was alive since they didn't know her since the start of the outbreak.

She came to a clearing in the woods, collapsing, breathing heavily. She couldn't breathe. She felt her insides burning and someone squeezing her body so hard her spine popped. Fingers were digging into her wrists.

She gripped onto the grass and dirt, rocks indenting prints onto her hands and dirt getting stuck between her nails. All she heard was static as she passed out.

She was gonna die alone.

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It was dawn and Daryl returned from whatever it was he did these days and found Rory beside the grave. The air smelled of dew and grass and freshly tilled soil that it didn't seem like the world went to shit, but it still had a hint of decay.

Her eyes gazed over to him and saw what he was holding. “They can go here,” she said, looking up at him. She patted the dirt in front of the wood. “Roxy will love them.”

Daryl knelt down and put some flowers down on the ground, arranging them carefully until he's satisfied. They were silent for a while.

Rory sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, he looked at her. His breath hitched unsure what to do, but he didn't pull away.

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Ariel shivered slightly as she walked out of the house. She zipped up her sweater and just walked. She knew what kind of day this was gonna be. She had wondered where her daddy had gone. During breakfast, Carol would glance at the shed. She knew what Carol was thinkin’, she ready people easily. She knew what to look for.

Carol was disappointed.

So, jamming her hands into her pockets, she went searching for Dixon.

She wondered what she would tell him. He wasn't angry after Andrea had shot him so she could do this (she could tell Andrea felt awful) and Ariel knew he had a brother at some point (he had been drunk) he seemed understanding enough. He was like a bunch of fireworks—his anger quickly subsided when he exploded.

Daryl was currently sitting against the wall and doing something with his arrows. Ariel watched him quietly, blowing on a chicken feather.

“What do ya want?” He grunted.

Ariel could only shrug; it was barely visible due to her sweater. “Just wanted to ask ya what ya were doin’ out here,” she replied. “You didn't come for breakfast.”

She watched him carefully as he switched emotions three times.

He glared.

“What's up with Carol?” Ariel asked. She slowly took a step closer and sat down.

Daryl didn't answer right away, but Ariel was patient. He attached his thing to his new arrow shaft. She was amazed at how straight they were. He didn't have much toolts beside him, only a knife and a can of contact cement with a brush attached to the lid.