This Is Reality

Chapter 2

Both the man and woman had a gun to their head and an older man with a vest standing in front of them rambling on about New Years. The another man in a vest came from behind the truck and stopped the older man.

"You're stopping me on eight, Daryl"

As the older man and the younger man, Daryl, discussed their differences. Daryl then said to him, "You want blood, I get it. Take it from me, man. Come on"

When the words escaped the stranger's lips, I was speechless. He was going to taking the beating, but it showed how loyal he was to the man, woman, and young boy. As hell was breaking loose, I couldn't just sit here and watch. I shot a few men to help them out. They didn't see me at all and didn't know what was going on when my arrows killed them. I killed the men beating Daryl first. He might have seen me, since he also had a crossbow, he could tell where the arrows where coming from. Once they were safe, I climbed the tree and watched them.

Their conversation was quiet, but the night was quiet enough for me to hear them. The man who literally ripped out the leader's neck, Joe, called the other man his brother. They weren't blood brothers, but that's what he felt. They were loyal enough to each other that they could rely on one another for anything. When the man in the vest stood up and said he was going to look for the one who saved them, I got down and started walking away. I put my bandana around my face in case if he did find me, he wouldn't know what I looked like.

I hadn't walked for too long before I was stopped by him. He was more than likely a tracker if he found me that quickly. He rested a hand on my shoulder, gently turned me around and looked into my eyes.

"I believe these are yours" He stated quietly as he handed me my arrows

"They are, I appreciate you returning them, but you didn't have to" I say to him as I put them into my quiver.

"That's the least me and my group could do for you. I saw what you did back there. For a woman, you got some balls" His black eye was slowly becoming visible.

"It was nothing, honestly..."

"Nah, it was somethin'. Why don't ya come back with me so Rick can thank ya"

"How about I clean up your wounds and then I'll be on my way" I really don't want to go to a group...

"Nah, you ain't gotta waste your supplies on me. C'mon we ain't like anyone else you've seen. I promise" He held out his hand, motioning me to follow him

"Keeping a promise is hard these days you know"

"I know it is, but I can keep this one" He looked at me with desperation for me to go back with him

"I'll stay for a day"

His face expression changes a little, happier than before.

"We'll see about that. Now c'mon" He holds his hand out once more

I walk next to him but don't take his hand.

"Name's Daryl" He says looking over to me

"Dodger. When we get to your people I'm cleaning your face, and the other man's"

He smiles a bit and nods, "Alright"

The rest of the walk was silent, which I completely understand. When we arrive to the rest, the man stands up.

"Rick, it's alright. This is Dodger, she saved us" Daryl looks over to me and cracks a small smile

"You saved us..." Rick's face is covered in blood

"I couldn't just watch you people get slaughtered for nothing. Plus they were following me anyway, I was sick of 'em"

"Thank you" Rick looks into my eyes and nods

"Don't mention it" I shrug

"There's Michonne and Carl" Daryl tells me pointing them out

I nod, look up to him and ask, "Now can I?"

He knows exactly what I am referring to.

"Rick, she offered to clean our faces so we don't look like total shit"

"Alright" They sit next to each other by the truck

I pull Rick's hair out of his face, take my rag and clean the blood off. He has no other wounds besides a scratch on his forehead which isn't too bad. He gets up and goes into the truck with Michonne and Carl, leaving Daryl and I.