Be Nice to All you Meet (The Walking Dead:Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 4

                                                                                Chapter 4

After my full heart pouring confession and left for my cell, I sat there trying my best to compose myself and stop this rain shower of tears. I didn’t like crying in front of people. And it just made it more awkward if they can hear me from downstairs. I pray they couldn’t.

No one came to comfort me which was a good thing I guess. They were giving me privacy and respecting me hopefully, maybe telling Glenn ‘way to go man, making a girl cry’. I doesn’t matter whose fault it was, even if it was Glenn’s. I would forgive him by tomorrow and probably thank him for pushing it because if he didn’t, I would have never said a thing.

I bent over to pick up my backpack and put it on the bed. I opened it up to a little compartment where a held my old pictures. When the outbreak started I told everyone to carry around a couple photos to help you keep moving on and so you can remember the faces you loved. I always told myself that if ever anything happened where you cannot see the people you love, at least carry some photos around.

 I took out the photos and shuffled through them until I found a photo of my group. We took it the day we got to our cottage. We were all posing with our guns and making silly faces, obviously not taking this epidemic seriously.

It was amazing how a great group of 6 strong, astonishing people could shrink down to one lonely girl. It was hard to believe that they were all gone. It was weird to think that because we had so many plans, so many other ideas of what to do with our lives. I keep imagining that one day they would all walk through some door and yell “Surprise!” and that everything was a joke. But I wasn’t, everything now was reality and they were never coming back, ever.

I looked down at the photo and smiled a bit. I grabbed another photo of when we were all at the beach that was by the cottage. Looking at it now, we were really stupid not to notice the danger we putted ourselves in, which made me smile bigger and laugh. We didn’t give a damn about anything; we were all care free people who did what they wanted. Now with them gone, I feel completely not myself anymore. I still have the same attitude I had before, upbeat and always smiling, but inside it was like a black whole.

I whipped away the rest of the tears; put my photos safely away in my bag and lay down. Tonight I’m going to sleep well and tomorrow act like nothing happened.

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Rick’s POV

After Macy told her heart wrenching story and walked away, we all knew that we may have pushed her a bit too far. Even though we only knew her for a day, I’m sure everyone respected her already, and if they didn’t they would learn to.

“Alright guys, let’s call it a night.  And don’t bother Macy either; I think she’s got enough of us for today.” I said.

The group slowly got up and left for their cells. Carol, I saw was still sitting there.

 “You alright?” I asked walking up to her.

“Yah, poor girl’s been through a lot. That’s all. She so young but so strong, it’s amazing to see.” She said with a slight smile.

“Yah she is. I’m glad she found us.” I said

Carol nodded and headed off to her cell.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” I said back to her. I tried to look up to see if I can see her in her cell but I couldn’t so I left for my cell too.

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Macy’s POV

The Next Morning