❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful t...
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fourty seven.
The two vans had run out of gas after our long journey, leaving us on foot. Daryl and I had gone off to look for food while Maggie and Sasha went for water, the two of them pushed closer to each other by the tragic events of them both losing their siblings. I noticed Daryl digging through the dirt.
"I hope you're not gonna eat bugs or anything like that," I said under my breath, eyeing him up with concern and lingering disgust. "I know it's the end of the world, but I'd rather starve to death than bring myself to do that shit."
"Ain't no princess food out here," Daryl said condescendingly. He dropped a worm he'd found into his mouth, chewing it. I watched him in bewilderment as he continued to dig.
"Can't we look for, you know, normal stuff that grows out here? Berries, nuts, mushrooms, hell, honeysuckle or somethin'?"
"You can do that," he mumbled. I could tell he just wanted me to shut the fuck up and leave him alone.
"I've tried," I sighed, growing agitated. "You're better at finding things, anyway..."
"Well, try harder." Daryl ate another worm. I rolled my eyes and went back to pushing back bushes until I spotted a small hidden tree of mulberries. My eyes widened with excitement and my stomach started to growl with hunger, something that I'd learned to ignore over the many months since the outbreak began. I started to eat them, stuffing my face when Daryl spoke up. "Let's go. Ain't nothin' out here." I hated to leave my sweet, delicious goldmine but I abandoned it to trail behind Daryl, still chewing on the leftover berries I had in my mouth. We rounded up Maggie and Sasha who also found nothing but dried up streams. We trekked back to the group in silence.
"How much longer we got," Maggie asked suddenly with a solemn tone.
"Six miles," Sasha answered, straight faced and dead behind the eyes.
"I wasn't talking about that," Maggie muttered. A new van drove up and Abraham jumped out of it, smiling at his new find. It was bigger than our other ones and could fit everyone inside comfortably. We all piled inside, Daryl and I not talking to each other and our knees not even touching like they usually do when we sit next to each other. I closed my eyes to rest, only opening them when the van started to slowly jerk to a stop a few hours later. Abraham hit the steering feel in frustration, sitting back in his seat as he let out a huge disappointed sigh.
"We're out," Abraham alerted us.
"So we walk again," Rick said bluntly, opening the doors and jumping out of the van. We were all quiet as we filed out and walked in a large horizontal line across the road. Judith began to babble in Carl's arms.
"She's hungry," Daryl blurted out. "Need to find water, food."
"It's probably gonna rain sooner or later," Rick hoped as he gazed up at the sky, dark clouds closing in on the sun.
