Chapter 3

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1 Month Later

"Stay here" Uncle Daryl mumbled, holding my cheeks.

I nod, and he looks at the store.

"Wait, Uncle Daryl, do you think I could come this time? I could watch your back" I ask hopefully.

"Damn, I can't say no when your eyes light up like a Christmas tree" He chuckled.

Uncle Daryl sighs as I smile brightly.

"You stay within my eye-sight and you gon hold ma hand. I don't care how old you are, hell, you just turned thirteen in September, you still a baby" He teased messing up my curly hair even more.

"It's November, I am NOT a baby. I am a teenager" I frown.

"Here, grab ma hand" He said.

I complain and whine hoping he wouldn't go along with his plan, but Uncle Daryl just grabbed me pulling my short figure along, into the store.

"Do you wanna help me pick out some underwea-" Uncle Daryl cuts me off.

"Eh, eh, eh, please just take your gun, scream for me if something happens. Please, please, please, run back here near the canned goods if you hear something, I don't care if it's a damn mouse" Uncle Daryl warned grabbing my arm.

"Jeez, okay. Over-protective much?" I say with an attitude.

"Don't you speak-" This time I cut him off.

"Whatever" I say walking away.

I can hear Uncle Daryl mumble "Teenagers" under his breath and I flip him off when he turns his back. My old worn out black boots clank against the marble floor of Wal-Mart. Everything was almost gone, I stop and listen when I hear shuffling and a moan. FINALLY my first walker alone! Uncle Daryl NEVER lets me get close to one, I begged and begged for weeks to kill one on my own, but he said no every time. This is my chance...

I quietly sneak through clothes racks as I get closer to the moans. My heart rate increases as I spot the walker, shuffling aimlessly through the baby aisle. I take a deep breath stepping closer, I aim my gun at the walkers head.

"Okay, okay. 1...2..-" I hear a rush of air pass my head.

An arrow shoots across the air into the walker. I snap my head toward the direction of the arrow, my Uncle stares at me and he shakes his head, pulling the arrow forcefully from the frontal lobe of the walker.

He then turns to me, wagging his finger as he takes big steps toward me.

I turn around running down the aisle full of baby stuff, knowing I'm in for it now.

Uncle Daryl grabs my black Adidas backpack, yanking me back. I trip over my feet, falling to the floor, flat on my ass.

"Look at me" He says angrily .

I can't face him, so I look at my fingers.

"Look at me!" Uncle Daryl orders.

The harshness in his voice makes me jump, and I stare up at him. Afraid.

"What did I say?" He asks me.

"To come back to you, if I hear anything" I mumble.

"To come back to me, if you hear anything! And what did you just do? Huh? You tried to kill a damn walker" Uncle Daryl said, glaring down at me.

"I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want? I'm fucking sorry, I'm sorry you won't let me do anything by myself, and that I have to learn on my own!" I yell.

"Shh" Uncle Daryl hushes me.

I stop and listen.

"Did you hear that, Michael?" A husky voice asks.

"We got two!" A man called .

Uncle Daryl spun around, and two men smirk as they hold him down.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?" A man asked me pulling me up.

"What do you want? We got food, just let the girl go" Uncle Daryl said, as he is held up against the wall.

"You know her?" They ask.

"That's my niece" Uncle Daryl spoke.

"Where's the rest of your group?" The buffest man asked.

I'm guessing he's the leader, but I was frozen in fear.

"It's only us, I swear" I say.

All the attention turns to me.

"And what is your name?" The buff guy asked.

"Jasmine" I say.

He stares at me up and down, taking in every inch of me.

"Hey, back off man" Uncle Daryl warned.

I creep over to Uncle Daryl.

"We aren't dangerous" I say.

"You aren't" The buff guy laughed, directing his comment toward me.

Uncle Daryl pulls me behind him.

"What do you want?" Uncle Daryl asks again.

"One turn with the girl and you're on your way" The buff guy said.

"Uncle Daryl" I breathe nervously.

"Look at me, they aren't gon touch ya. Deep breaths, baby girl" He says rubbing my shoulders.

"There's like ten of them, I wanna leave" I mumble.

"No deal" Uncle Daryl says firmly.

But their response is cut short by loud moans and groans echoing through the store.

"Go, go, go!" The men yell running off.

"Grab what you can, trust me on this pleaseee. Meet me out back, I promise I'll be there" I say.

"I'm trusting ya" He said rubbing his hand on my head.

We run off and I go into the clothes aisle grabbing underwear, a pair of leather boots, a leather coat, an extra better camper backpack which also came with a sleeping bag. A brush, plenty of food, and a vest for uncle Daryl. Silently praying he's at the back of the building.

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