Farmer's Daughter (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Chapter 33

Melinda's POV

"You can't sit here and tell me that shit!" The Governor boomed. My body jumped as each harsh syllable vibrated into my ears.

"I'm sorry, but there is no reliable evidence as to why she is immune." Melton said sorrowfully. He hangs his head and stares intently at the small clipboard nervously clasped in his hands.

The Governors chest rose and fell with the passing second as he stares at the floor. His eyes were dark and mysterious and he whispers to himself.

"Henry!" The Governor yelled, his voice bounced off the thick walls. I cringe at the mention of my uncle. I felt so betrayed.

Within seconds he bust through the side door and quickly walked to the governor. Almost like a dog that was waiting to get a treat.

"Why is she immune? And how do we make the cure?" The livid man points an angry finger in my direction. My uncle looks my way and holds a small smirk to his pink lips.

"Let's just start from the beginning. Ever since she was a child I had been bringing her to the CDC. It was almost like an uncle and niece fun get away." He slowly paced the floor as he started his story. Confusion ran through my brain as I closely listen. "Everyday over the summer I would bring her. And everyday I would set her up for a test. But at the end of the day. I'd simply make her take a medication so that she would forget what the day had mostly consisted of."

Tears built in my eyes as I listen to what he has to say. Every word he spits out makes the pain more unbearable. My whole childhood I was lied to.

"We knew what was to come of the earth. The disease I mean. We had no idea of how bad it would be. So everyday we would study more and more how the brain functioned. Comparing it to how the bitters brains would function. What part died and what part was simply dormant. We learned using her. So we used many types of chemicals to make her brain stronger than the average human. So she can withstand a bite or scratch. But the cure? I don't think there is one, or ever will be one for that matter. Once you're gone, you're gone." He finished.

I stare in utter shock at the man. He had used me to further in his career. Instead of stopping what was to come of people he only figured a way to get around it. He could have stopped the disease before it started, but he chose not to. He chose to see the world crash and burn at our feet.

"I refuse to believe that." Melton stammered. He shuffled over to me hurriedly placing a mask over my face as I began screaming in protest.

"No no! Stop it!" The tears slowly slid down my face as my body squirmed. "Please!"

"Mel!" Daryl called my name. His rough hands grab my shoulders and shake me from the nightmare that possessed my mind. My eyes fling open as I reach out and grab onto him. Tears slid down my mucky face as I recall the memory. I could barely breathe as I looked up to him through foggy vision.

"It's okay. They're not here." His hand slowly slides up my arm and cups my cheek, easily rubbing his thumb over it. "Yer okay." He whispers. His eyes scan over my face in worry. I gently close my eyes as I reach my hand up and wrap my slender fingers around his wrist.

His heartbeat was rapid. But his breath was calm. Two completely different things. That's what made this man so mysterious. He could be feeling something so meaningful. Or he could be in a great deal of pain. And you couldn't be able to tell. He covered how he felt so well, it was almost scary to see it. To see someone who could lie without ever saying a word.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his hands back from my body. My skin felt cold without his touch and I found myself wanting more.

"We should be heading out soon. Rick expected us back yesterday." He rubbed the back of his neck as he gazed out the window.