Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016

Chapter II -- Camp

"My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes."

― L.M. Montgomery,

Naturally Glenn and I were the first ones to reach the camp. All of the people there approached us as soon as Glenn stopped the car. Dale shouted at us to turn the alarm off but we had no idea how. Jim was the one who finally disconnected the battery and thank God the sound stopped, I was starting to get a really bad headache.

"Are you crazy, driving this wailing bastard up here? Are you trying to draw every walker for miles?" Shame exclaimed, looking at the two of us like we were two small kids that did something really bad.

"I think we're okay," Dale told him.

"You call being stupid okay?"

"Well, the alarm was echoing all over these hills. Hard to pinpoint the source. I'm not arguing, I'm just saying. It wouldn't hurt you to think things through a little more carefully next time, would it?" "Sorry." Glenn and I muttered.

"Cici!" I heard a soft, feminine voice. I turned around and saw my little sister running towards me. I smiled at her, I extended my arms and hugged her tightly. "I was so worried!"

"I'm good," I told her with a smile. "I promised I was coming back, didn't I?"

"Yeah," she said with a big smile.

When I let go of her I looked at the crowd and spotted my mother, she looked relieved and happy to see I was back. She approached me as well and gave me a quick but tight hug, which I returned. The both of them were happy I had come back but I wasn't so sure about my father, who was nowhere to be seen at the moment.

"I'm glad you are okay," she said to me, I only nodded at her with a smile.

"Got a cool car," Glenn said, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work but then the van Rick got in Atlanta came into view. The rest of our group that went to Atlanta got out as soon as Rick parked it.

Amy ran to hug Andrea as soon as she saw her, pretty much what my sister did when she saw me. Morales was greeted by his wife and two kids, while Jacqui and T-Dog got out as well, with big smiles on their faces.

"I thought we had lost you folks for sure."

"How'd y'all get out of there anyway?"

"New guy he got us out somehow," I replied with a shrug.

"New guy?"

"Yeah, crazy vato just got into town," Morales said. "Hey, helicopter boy! Come say hello!"

Then I saw Rick slowly getting out of the vehicle, he must be nervous about meeting the rest of us or he was just tired. I looked down at my sister and smiled at her as I saw her brown eyes looking back at me, filled with happy tears.

"Dad! Dad!"

I turned around to see Carl, a brown-haired boy, running towards Rick. Rick knelt and took the boy in his arms, Lori, Carl's mother, ran to them and the three embraced. I felt my heart warming up at the sight of them and seeing them reunite.

I had met Carl, Lori and Shane, a family friend, on the road as we were going to Atlanta. My sister and Carl were the same age and got along pretty well since the first time they met.

"Come here," I said to my sister and took her hand, walking towards the van. I looked inside for my backpack. "I got something for you."

"What?" she said excitedly as she saw me pulling out something from my backpack but I didn't let her see it yet.