Safe Zone

Chapter 4

Just a heads up before you start reading, most of this chapter is a flashback, so don't get confused.
   '~~' means that it's either the beginning, or end of a flashback.
Enjoy!

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Kaysie's P.O.V.~
  I was alone.
It had been that way for a few days. All I was doing was walking aimlessly towards nothing. Gravel roads and train tracks became my best friends. I would sleep on roof tops and in trees, and eat squirrel that I threw in the fire. That was the easiest way to cook em, just take them out before they go to ashes.
   When the prison fell I fought till' the only things moving were walkers, then I left. I left like that place meant nothing to me, though we lost good people that day. I didn't even know who 'we' were anymore. I couldn't have been the only one that got out of that place, there had been tracks, little pieces of evidence that showed signs of human life. A freshly killed walker, warm ashes from a camp fire, food scraps. Maybe they were from strangers, or maybe some people got out alive.
  I was walking down a small off road for a few hours, looking for footprints in the dirt. It was a dry day, and the only things I could find were parts of the road where gravel was separated. Some of it was definitely from foot-dragging walkers, others looked like someone had been kicking at the rocks.
  I was distracted from my thoughts by rustling in the brush off the right side of the road. Pulling my knife out, I prepared myself as a walker emerged from the trees. It was so decomposed and falling apart, I couldn't make out what gender it was, this one had been dead for a long while. I held the knife up as it neared me, know that a blade to the head would be silent, and I didn't want to waste bullets.
  It tried to put it's hands on my shoulders, but I kicked it back, skin falling off where my shoe hit it. It came at me again, this time much too close for comfort, I kicked it back a second time and it fell over. This gave me the chance to bend over and punch the blade into the side of it's head.
  "Lost your touch?" I looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. "A few months ago you would of have that thing down in a matter of seconds."
  I looked to my right, and relief flooded over me when I saw who it was.
"So you're alive?" I smiled as Daryl nodded his head.
  "As alive as I can be."

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   Daryl was sat up again the wall of the guard tower, probably waiting for me to get to my shift. I tried to ignore him as I grabbed my CheyTac and positioned it look out over the gate. I didn't know why Daryl was there, maybe because of last night, or maybe he just wanted to get away from everyone for a while. I just wanted him to leave.
  "Look," Daryl stood up and leaned against the wall where I could see him, "I know you think I see you as a child that needs to be babysat, but I dont. I know you can fend for yourself. I know you can make your own decisions."
  I looked over at him and nodded. That was as close to an apology as Daryl could get.
"Okay. I'm not mad at you." I mumbled and turned my head to look over the gate again. He stood in silence for quite a while. I could hear the tapping of his finger on the wood railing, and it was bugging the crap out of me.
  "Im going to shoot you in the foot if you don't leave." I muttered out of the side of my mouth. He stopped the tapping, but continued to stand there. I turned my head towards him and moved the rifle a little bit. "Do you want to test me, Daryl? I like being alone up here and if there's something else you want to talk about then you might as well just say it."
  "It's Rick." He began twirling his knife around in his hand, and wouldn't look back up at me. "He's going off the deep end. I know this isn't anything new, but I'm just worried."
  "Eh, he'll be fine. Hasn't harmed anyone yet, at least, no one that didn't deserve it." I looked back into the scope.
  "He's freaking Carl out. Ever since we were attacked after the prison. Rick was pretty brutal in front of him. It was complete overkill."
  "That man was going to rape Carl. It's not your business or mine when it comes to what Rick is okay with exposing Carl to." I said, realizing what situation he was talking about. "Besides, that was a couple months ago, why are you bringing it up now?"
  Daryl shrugged, and looked back at me. "I'm just worried about the guy. He's not all there."
I smiled, "So the infamous Daryl Dixon has a heart after all."
  "Hey, you're pretty infamous yourself, missy." He replied before turning to leave. As he reached the stairway I stopped him.
  "Hey Daryl," He paused and turned back around, grunting a 'what', but I changed my mind about what I was going to say. "Nevermind, if you see Carl tell him I put his blue jacket back in the closet where it belongs."
  He looked confused at first, then chuckled and continued to leave.

Sorry about how long it took me to post this chapter. I said it would probably be 6 or 7 days, but it ended up being 2 weeks. Also, I would love to have someone co-write this story with me. It would be a big help. If you're interested, pm me and say so.
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