Daryl, My Artificial Boyfriend (A Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 2: Ordering Period

DARYL, MY ARTIFICIAL BOYFRIEND

A WALKING DEAD Fanfiction

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Previously: The Walking Dead is a phenomenal hit and Emyli is one of the few people who haven't watched the show. Her female workmates are obsessed with Daryl Dixon and each of them even has an android lover of his model. How these women were smitten by the ragged, redneck was a mystery to her.

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Chapter 2: Ordering Period

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If I'd try to recall the reason why I decided to get an android lover, I'd say it was probably because of Lea and Andrew.

I wasn't new to pulling all-nighters. I'm the kind of person who wants to do things alone especially when it comes to my job which is making costumes. Deadlines and volume of things to do won't matter; I don't want other people trying to help and only ending up needing my help to finish their share of task. So that night, I stayed in the walk-in closet to turn a mountain of cloth to gowns and suits.

The clock read midnight when I heard crashing sounds coming from the other side of the stage—just when I thought I could work peacefully with the pack of Daryls gone.

I sighed. I continued hand-sewing the collar of a shirt—sewing lasers never do a clean job. I ignored the noise coming from the other side of the closed door. Until the groans and rasping began.

I put the shirt and needle down and walked towards the door. When I opened it, I saw the auditorium full of loitering zombies.

So this is another prank from them, I thought unimpressed. It took me several steps to reach the first walking corpse. It was a guy without lips and teeth; his tongue flapping in front of his rotting face. I kicked it square in the chest. It fell down then tried to get up but I put my sneakers on top of him and pinned him down.

"Now where's your switch?" I quietly muttered as I search the zombie replica's head and neck.

I couldn't find it. And the corpse squirmed and tried to grab me with both his arms.

The other zombies were getting closer, encircling and trapping me. I thought I had no choice and decided to crash the head of the corpse beneath my feet not caring how much it had cost. But before I could do that, I heard a scream across the auditorium.

"Emyli! Emyli is that you!?" It was a cry of someone in distress. "Help me!"

My eyes scanned the area. Lea, our lead actress was across, meters away with zombies swarming her.

I had to remove my shoe on the zombie's chest to kick another one getting nearer.

"How do you turn these off?" I shouted.

"At their nape!"she shrieked. "There's a button there. Hurry!"

"Why can't you just turn these strutters off?" I muttered as I effortlessly stepped on the zombie again and push the button at the back of his neck. It instantly stopped squirming. I made my way towards Lea and did the same to the replicas I met on my way.

"Lea!?"

My eyes found Andrew and another guy coming from the last row of seats, running towards Lea—pushing and kicking the replicas away. Andrew is our fight and dance director; he looks more like a high school delinquent than anything else—Lea's cousin. The other guy, I didn't know. He looked Asian, though.

I stopped rushing to help; Lea already had all the help she needed courtesy of these boys. I watched them took the zombies down and protected Lea from the herd: Andrew flawlessly targeted the back of the replicas' nape while the other guy hammered the heads of the zombies.