"A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong."
-Tecumseh
We were running out of gas so we had no choice but to leave some cars behind and be a bit more crowded. We kept Dale's RV, Oliver's BMW, my mum's Cherokee and Daryl's, well actually Merle's motorcycle.
T-Dog and Andrea got to ride with Oliver, and somehow there was no room for me anymore. I almost ended up with Daryl but my mum just wouldn't let me get on that, she said she wanted me safely inside her car. I had Carl on my left, who from time to time, would rest his head against my shoulder while I rested mine against the window.
Today was our third day on the road, it was tough being in a car for so many hours, especially when there is no space to lie down but there was no other way.
I was almost falling asleep when we noticed Dale stopping in front of us. The RV was so high we couldn't see what the problem was, if there was a problem with the road. But then we noticed the road was cramped with lots of abandoned cars.
Slowly Dale passed through them, led by Daryl. We followed them. Some cars had opened doors, there were even bodies inside some of the cars. It was awful.
Then we heard a noise and Dale stopped the RV once again. This time we got out of the vehicles, turned out there was a problem with the RV.
"I said it," Dale exclaimed. "Didn't I say it? A thousand times. Dead in the water."
"Problem, Dale?" Shane asked.
"Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of..." he started ranting but stopped as he saw all the cars around us. "Okay, that was dumb."
"If you can't find a radiator hose here..." Shane told him.
"Here's a whole bunch of stuff we can find," Daryl commented, already looking for stuff inside of the closest car.
"I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start," T-Dog said hopefully.
"Maybe some water," my mum said.
"Or food," I added.
"This is a graveyard," Lori said. "I don't know how I feel about this."
"You gotta do what you gotta do," I said simply with a shrug.
"All right, just look around, gather what you can," Shane said.
I walked next to Sophia, Carl, Lori and my mother. I found a bag in one of the cars and started to fill it with useful things as I looked inside some cars. I noticed my mum holding a nice blouse close to her body and slightly smiling at it.
"Ed never let me wear nice things like this," she told Lori, which was true. "We're gonna need clothes."
My father never let us wear nice clothes, not even for important events. If we were going to wear something fancy for a party or something he had to approve it first and if he said we couldn't wear them then we couldn't. We were also forbidden to have long hair, my hair never even touched my shoulders during my whole childhood, just like Sophia's hair.
As soon as I moved out of that house I let my hair grow, it was a symbolic way to represent my new freedom. I didn't got too nice clothes though, one because I didn't have the money and two because I didn't feel confident enough to wear them.
At the moment my blonde hair reached almost my mid-back, which I usually used to let it down but since the end of the world started, I often braided it or put it in a high ponytail or bun.
"Hey, Carl, always within my sight, okay?" Lori told her son.
"Sophia, Cecilia, you too," my mother told us. I just rolled my eyes, annoyed I was being treated like a kid.
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Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016
Fanfiction"If you find happiness in this world, Daryl," he said. "You better cherish it, because you don't know how much it's going to last. Happiness and joy are two things pretty hard to find, even more than before and I think you are extreme...
