Runaway Home - The Walking Dead, Fan-fiction (soon to be 3rd & final edit!)

Chapter 12.5: Thy Kingdom

Amber didn't even notice Daryl walking towards her through the crowd. "Amber what hells goin on?" Feeling the hairs on the back of his kneck standing on end as people carried on staring he turns around yelling "Wha' ya all starin' at ? Shows over, Go Home!" Everyone who had gatherd scurried off way from his glare. "Amber?" Daryl turned to look back at her, she was sat on the front pue she hadn't over turned.

Her face was numb, hell her whole body felt numb! Daryl sighed sitting down next to her. Glancing at her he noticed her head was hung low tilted to one side, a blank expression on her face, her eyes empty. Daryl didn't know what the hell was goin on and he had no idea what to say or do.... Eventully he spoke in a quiet voice looking to see a glimmer of life in her eye's

"Didn't take you for the religous type..?" Amber glanced over acknowlleging his presence.

"I'm not, not really... was brought up a Christian, went to a Christian School... We said our prayers every morning and afternoon. And at lunch before we ate, we had to wait for everyone to sit down so we could say Grace.... I've always recented it. God, the bible, all of it... complete bullshit..!"

"So why you here?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know where I was walking till I ended up outside. I felt drawn in.." Amber sighed a heavy somber heart pounding in her chest as her body took longer to calm then her mind.

"Thy Kingdom, Un-done..." Daryl stiffled a laugh "Ain't heard anyone put it like that before"

A faint smile crossed Ambers lips as he spoke. He didn't say much he didn't need to. He may not be good at conforting people, or talking about feelings but Amber was more comfortable that way. She preferd not to have people too close. 

"...sounded like a bloody shakeperian play in here from the outside."

"ha" Amber couldn't hide the laugh that came out, it was a small barely audiable laugh, more a short intake of breath then a giggle "I... Always like the way they talked, made their words sound more meaningful, without having to say a whole lot..."

"Do you every wonder if shit happens for a reason..?"

"I don't know any more.."

"So, you use to...?"

"Kinda.. You?"

"maybe... I duno, not saying I beleive in fait or anythin but ya kno.. shit happens, which then leads to sumin else...mostly someother shit" Daryl said looking up around at the ceiling as Amber looked at him surprised.

"wow, That's weird to hear coming from you...!" They both chuckled but stopped at the sound of foot steps behind them. Father gabrile walked up to them in the church.

"what, who did this... was this you?" he said staring at Amber looking around him indisbelief.

"Um I was just about to clear up the mess... sorry um?" She hadn't forgotten his name but they were never formal introduced on account she'd previously avoided the place.

"Gabrile.." Daryl told her sideways..

"..Father, Gabrile." he said firmly correcting Daryl

"Sorry ehem Gabrile." Amber coughing as she avoided saying Father. It never sat right with her... calling someone she didn't know or care for Father, man of the church or not! Despite this however she held her hand out as a friendly gesture, & to her surpirse he shook it softly and thanked her for offering to tidy the hall. He then disapeared in to a back room presumably his private quarters.

"back in England I would have called you Revrend!..." Amber frowned to herself.

"Want a hand ..?" Daryl asked picking up a pue as Amber turned around

"uh, your already getting stuck in..!" she laughed smiling.

"c'mon then.. Don't just stand there." Amber grinned for a second before giving him a hand moving the pue's back