Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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Daryl's muscular arm grabs me, steadying my body as it trips over a downed Walker. Most of the ones outside of the Center of Disease Control seem to already be taken care of in the skull.
"I almost prefer them..."
"Walking?" I supply to Daryl, and he grunts. "Yeah, me too. I'm about to twist an ankle on these laying fuckers."
"It doesn't help that it's getting dark. We made a mistake comin' here," he grunts out, looking over at Rick in anger, who's currently pounding on the doors to the facility. Gargling reaches my ears and I notice walking Walkers stumbling towards us.
"Babe, we need to get out of here!" Lori tries to reason with her crazed husband, his plans falling apart right in front of him. I pull my family closer to me, readying my weapons in preparation to fight, Daryl doing the same with his crossbow from beside me.
"You led us into a graveyard!" Daryl yells out, taking down one in front of us, pulling his bolt from its head, his attention turning onto the sheriff.
"He made a call!" Dale defends, like the peacemaker he is.
"It was the wrong damn call!" Daryl spits back.
"Daryl is right!" I jump in, fed up with this group. "We are exposed, no gas, surrounded by the undead! It's now dark! We are going to die! I put my family's lives in your hands, Rick, and you let me down," I tell him, and he averts his eyes, my words hitting deep. This is why I don't do groups. I've been able to protect them better than anyone else, even with a child, an elderly woman, and a useless sister that is in denial about the whole damn apocalypse.
"Get back to the cars!" he finally yells after more debating on what to do, mostly from Shane and Lori. I push Ashley along, stabbing my ax into the brains of the Walker attempting to grab her.
"The camera! It moved!" Rick yells, still at the entrance.
Shane stomps over to him, grabbing his arm harshly. "It's dead! It's automated! Just gears moving!"
"I know you're in there!" Rick hits the entrance to the CDC, looking up at the camera. I stand outside the car I'm occupying with Daryl, my arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. If we don't leave soon, Rick will be surrounded and he'll be eaten. I don't know how he'll recover as a leader after this.
"You're killing us!" he cries out, ripping the badge from his shirt, storming to the cars. A moment later, a blinding light illuminates the dark, causing me to shield my eyes with my forearm. Rick goes first, followed by Shane, then Lori. Slowly, we trickle in, our guns up, pointed at the man that let us in, his own gun trained on us.
"What do you want?"
"A chance," Rick replies.
"That's asking an awful lot." He walks closer and I push Ashley further behind me, taking notice of the protective stance Daryl takes in front of me. I send a glare to his back for thinking I need his body as a shield before turning my attention back to the stranger.
