Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016

Chapter IV -- Invaded

"The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come."

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

It was already dark when Rick, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog got close to where the camp was settled. They had had luck with the guns but all that was left of Merle was his hand. Daryl was devastated, he shed a tear or two but composed himself soon after, but that didn't mean losing his brother didn't deeply hurt him.

They all stopped dead in their tracks when they heard people screaming and gunshots. The four of them then sprinted to the camp where they found a horrible sight.

The camp had been invaded by the dead. They had killed and attempted to eat a few of the members of the group but at the moment they couldn't be sure who was alive, who wasn't and who was alive but had been bitten.

Daryl wasted no time to use one of the guns they had gotten from Atlanta and killing one of those things Rick took one of the rifles he had brought back as well and started to shoot, just as Daryl.

Everything was a complete chaos. There were women screaming, kids crying, men shooting and the dead trying to have dinner.

They weren't sure how many of those things had invaded camp but eventually they all were killed. Carl ran crying to his dad, who wrapped him tightly in his arms.

Carol held Sophia as the young girl cried in her arms. The rest were still looking for more walkers, their weapons ready just in case.

"Cici?" Glenn asked, looking around, noticing she wasn't around. "Where is she?"

"Where the hell is she?" Daryl shouted and demanded for the answer since Glenn kept asking and no one seemed to even put attention to him.

"She's in the RV, I think," Teresa replied.

Teresa and Oliver had come back earlier today, around lunch time. They had brought some canned food and useful things, like toilet paper and soap.

Glenn ran inside the RV to check if she was there. He couldn't explain how happy and relieved he was when he saw her, lying on the couch but soon after that, those feelings vanished when he saw a bloody bandage wrapped around her head. He fear she had been bitten and he felt hot tears filling his eyes. He ran out of the RV and went straight to Carol.

"What happened?"

"I don't know," she cried, thinking he was talking about the camp being invaded.

Everyone looked at Glenn, tears were threatening to fall out of his dark brown eyes and she was shouting at Carol, who still had a shaking Sophia in her arms.

All of the people there thought there was someone dead inside the RV and by Glenn's reaction and him storming right to Carol it could only meant Cecilia.

Rick was busy with Carl and Lori, who wouldn't stop crying and shaking, T-Dog had an arm wrapped around Jacqui and the others also were around their relatives, holding them closely and comforting them so Daryl noticed he was the only one with no one to protect so he slowly made his way inside the RV, he spotted a young blonde girl lying unconscious on the couch. He noticed the bandage as well and thought the same as Glenn, she had been bitten but it was a strange place to be bitten, maybe she was just scratched and he also wondered why she had a bandage, the attack only happened minutes ago, maybe she was attacked earlier today and no one could put her down.

Daryl showed no emotions towards the group but he did care and hated when someone was killed, and he felt deeply sadden to lose someone so young and brave-hearted as Cecilia.