Love and Pain (Daryl fanfiction)

Chapter 6

I'll try to make this a lengthy update :3

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Pyro POV

      I ran through the Georgia streets it has been a couple of weeks since the epidemic started. I had my black hood on, concealing my face. I killed several zombies by beheading their Godforsaken body. I had my scythe in my hand, I scavenged some items that i could live off of for a couple of weeks. I was walking and I decided that I would go into the woods to maybe set up a camp.

I walked through the woods and swiveled my head, looking for walkers. I walked up a small hill and heard multiple voices. I ducked my head and stayed close to the ground. I peered over a bit and saw people moving around and a dead, half eaten deer. 'What a waste.' I said to myself. I looked up towards the sky and thought I should settle for the day, for night was almost here. I sheathed my scythe and found a big tree that was very concealed. I hoisted myself up and climbed up high enough for the lower branches to conceal  my form while I slept. I leaned up against the tree and looked at the people moving below the tree. There were two kids and Multiple adults. I sighed and hoped they didn't find me. I then heard talking at the base of the tree, it was two men. One redneck from the sound and the other had to have some authority, I could hear it in his voice. I hesitantly looked down as one looked up. "There! I told you someone was in that tree, Rick!" The redneck yelled as he pointed. I sighed and got up. I unsheathed my scythe and ran down the big tree limb. I threw it into the air as I jumped. I landed in the middle of their bonfire, sending sparks flying. I threw my hand up and caught my scythe. I slammed it on the ground. I heard several guns being loaded.

"Those petty guns won't save you." I said in my heavy Irish accent, still standing in the fire. Due to my fire abilities I am immune to fire. I started to make the flames grow big. I let my wings come out of the holes I made in my shirt for them. They stretched to their full length and I flapped them. I made the fire grow and form around me. I saw the fear in some men's eyes. I turned to the one they called Rick. He had a revolver pointed at me and the other lad had a crossbow pointed at me.

"You best get goin' " He said with a heavy sexy-- what the fuck am I thinking?! He inched his finger towards the trigger a tad. I slung out my hand and caught the crossbow arrow inches from my face.

"I think I'll stay." I say with a smug look on my face. I walked out of the flames and controlled the flames to go into my body, giving me power. I stretched my wings one final time before letting them go back into my body. Everyone was in awe, I just smiled. I was used to the reactions. I looked at the redneck staring at me. "Take a picture lad, it will last longer" I smirked and threw his arrow into the tree I was once in, burying it in the trunk several inches.