You and I (carl grimes fanfic)

Chapter 23

Daryl turned around, eyes widening as I nearly tackled him to the ground in a hug. 

I pull away, grinning. 

"We need to get in the woods," Daryl says, "People caught me and I need to find them." 

Zander hesitates, "Did you see their faces?" 

"The people that captured me? Yes, two girls and one man. The man had long hair." Daryl answers, pulling his bike off of the road.

I follow behind him, noticing Zander's nervousness.

I give him a concerned look, cracking my knuckles. 

"What happened to Sasha and Abraham?" I ask.

Daryl shrugs, "I split off from them to find Rick." 

***

After walking in the woods for hours, we finally come upon some people.

"That's them," Daryl whispers.

I hand my pack to Zander and turn into a wolf, creeping forwards. 

I purposely step on a twig, feeling it crack underneath my paw.

The three whip around, and I bare my teeth, growling.

I take a step forward, seeing a bag on their back.

My eyes flick to it, and I turn into a human. 

"Did you hurt my friend?" I frown, narrowing my eyes.

The guy with the long hair shakes his head, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" 

I shift, "I asked you first." I say, forcing myself to keep my voice low. 

The girl with short hair looks nervous as I lock my eyes on her. 

She broke my eye contact and looked down, shifting her feet. "She knows what I'm talking about." I say, cracking my knuckles.

I smirk lopsidedly, "Are you gonna answer me now?" I can hear Daryl and Zander start to walk forwards.

Zander hands me my pack and I swing it over both shoulders.

I look at Daryl, "Is that them?" 

He nods, and I turn around with a sickening smile, raising an eyebrow. "See where lying gets you?" I pull my gun out of the holster and cock the hammer back, aiming.

The girl with short hair starts to shake, and the older woman tries to comfort her. 

Zander looks at me with wide eyes as I put my finger on the trigger. 

I hear a massive truck coming. 

"We have to hide," The guy panics, and takes off running. 

Daryl runs forward, gesturing at them to follow him. 

I narrow my eyes, turning around to look at the people approaching.

I tighten my grip on my gun, running after Daryl.

I feel the fear hit me, and I run faster.

Zander turns around as I slow down, taking in deep breaths. 

I look back, crouching down behind a bush and staring at the people.

People climb out of the truck, looking around, with guns out.

"I could've sworn they went this way," One said. 

"Shut up, we need to be quiet and travel on foot." Another chimed, and I held my breath.

They walked off and I saw them cross the road as Daryl stood up.

***

We walked forever. 

Then there was a house and the girl flipped out.  

I stayed silent, feeling something bad was going to happen.

There were two bodies encased in something, and the younger girl leaned over them.

Whatever was holding them back shattered, and the girl got her throat ripped out. 

We backtracked, and Daryl grabbed his bike.

I hear a gun click, and a gun is pressed against Daryl's head. 

I narrow my eyes, drawing out my revolver. 

"Sorry about this," The guy grabs Daryl's crossbow, and climbs on the motorcycle. 

I aim and fire, and I feel a burning pain in my stomach as the guy shot at me. 

They drove away, and blood soaked through my shirt, and I took in a breath, pain shooting throughout me whenever I moved.

I look up at Daryl and Zander, panic running through me.

I open my mouth, thinking of something to say. 

I take in a breath and it all goes black.