Daryl's Girl

Chapter 162

The van went over the edge and my life flashed before my eyes. The boat, the highway, the farm, the prison, Terminus, the church. Then I lost contact with Daryls hand but I kept my eyes shut.

We hit the ground with force but luckily the air bags were there to cushion the blow. I opened my eyes and looked at Daryl. "We're okay." I shook. I jumped as the walkers hit the roof of the van as they to fell from the bridge.

I opened the door and got out the car but my shoulder sent pains through my body. I think it might be dislocated. I walked round to Daryl and he put his arm around me as we walked away. Neither of us stopped to look behind us.

We made our way back to the city and stopped in an alley way with a truck and some fencing to stop any walkers from getting in. I sat down on the ledge and Daryl stood looking around.

"Here." He handed me a drink.

"I'm fine." I refused.

"Prove it." He ordered.

I took the bottle from him and raised it to my mouth. My shoulder wouldn't let me raise my arm any higher so I lowered it. I handed the bottle back to Daryl. With all the injuries I've had over the years this has to be the worst pain I've felt.

"How bad is it?" Daryl asked.

"I've had worse." I lied. I didn't want to worry him. We need to get to Beth and nothing will get in our way. Not even a dislocated shoulder.

Daryl carefully moved my jacket and looked at my bruises. He pulled a face and then looked back at me. "Damn that was stupid." He told himself.

"We made good time down." I told him. Daryl sat next to me and took a drink of the water. "There's only three blocks between us and Grady."

"We'll find a place near by. Scope it out. See what we can see." Daryl mumbled.

"You really think we'll get what we need to know from watching?" I asked

"It's where we start." Daryl replied and put the lid on the water. "Come on."

I followed Daryl as we walked back in the direction of the hospital. He stopped and went inside another building that was around the corner as he insisted on scoping out the place before we make any decisions.

We walked in with Daryl carrying my bag and I had my knife. We walked down the corridor where Daryl picked up a machete and killed a walker. I walked over to ths window and looked out. "It's them." I pointed to the hospital with my knife.

Daryl came and stood next to me and passed me a packet of salt and vinegar crisps. "Alright. Let's see what we see."

I sat on the window ledge and looked out towards the building. Nothing changed. Daryl finished his packet and threw it on the floor. "You said I ain't like I was before. How was I?"

"It was like you were a kid. Now your a man." I replied.

"What about you?" He asked.

I broke a crisp, put it back into the packet and wiped my fingers on my jeans. "My dad took me to that shelter at least once a month. He wanted to be there for everyone. At home he used to never speak. When we were there I was his angel. All through my teenage years one minute we'd be having a laugh and a joke, the next he's on fire. He got burnt away. Then at Terminus. I left that woman and I felt like the old me had been burnt away. Everything now just consumes you."

"Hey. We ain't ashes." Daryl looked towards me.

We looked at each other for a while before turning back towards the hospital. Then there was the sound of a door near by closing. Daryl picked up the bag and I pulled out my knife following on behind.