Harmonize With Chaos

HWC- Not So Dangerous

Not So Dangerous

When we got to the back door of the small house, Daryl told me to stay put and he went inside with his bow poised for attack. "Shit!" I heard Daryl yell and heard a struggle. I went running in with blades drawn. "Where are you?" I yelled. "Here." he responded. I walked into a small hallway that extended from the kitchen. I could see a large walker on hands and knees biting inches from Daryl's face. All I could see of him was one arm and his head. "Careful preppy." he grunted. "Floor's fallin' in." I threw a blade that struck the walker in the shoulder. "Damn." I muttered and threw a second which totally missed. "Anyday now preppy." Daryl demanded while holding the biter back with his forearm. I jumped on the biters back and plunged a blade upwards into the back of it's neck. It slumped forward and I grabbed Daryl's arm and pulled as he boosted himself up.

We both fell backward over the large body of the walker. I landed on my back hard and hit my head on the baseboard. Daryl landed on top of me and knocked the wind out of me with his weight. "Shouldn't I be breathing now if it was just his weight that made me lose my breath?" I thought as I looked into his deep blue eyes just inches from my own.

He gently rubbed the top of my head with his hand and I laughed. "Ouch." "You a'right preppy, tha's a pretty hard hit." he asked looking concerned. "I'm fine. It might have knocked my aim back into me." I replied with a laugh. "Thanks fer all tha'. Damn quick thinkin' on yer part back at the store." I shifted my body under him. His eyes trailed from my eyes down my body. "You'd prolly like ta breath eh?" He asked with a laugh before pushing himself to the side.

We both just laid there for a minute catching our breath. "Damn. He should have never been that close Lil. Remember what happened the last time...." For the first time in over a year I remembered. Dylans large green eyes, his thick soft lips, the way his blonde hair fell over half of his face. His voice...

Shit." I whispered. "Wha..." he asked out of breath. "The damn door is still open." I shot straight up and carefully made my way around the hole in the floor of the small hallway. Just as I rounded my way into the kitchen, I heard the footsteps and growling. I quickly snatched four knives and dropped all four of the biters from the end of the street. "Wow. Bumping my head really did knock the aim back into me. What was with that?" I thought before running to shut the back door and using the kitchen table as a barricade. Daryl and I dragged the five rancid bodies into one of the bedrooms and shut the door. He dragged the couch in front of the front door as a barricade while I searched the bathroom for anything useful in treating the gaping wound he had on his leg from the fall through the floor.

The only thing I found was some peroxide and neosporin. But, I found an old flannel shirt in the closet of the one bedroom and ripped a piece from it to use as a bandage. I grabbed a towel and went and sat next to him on the couch. He was leaned back with his head on his arms and eyes shut. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He opened one eye and looked at me and grunted. "What's with this grunting? Does the man not know english unless he's pissed?" I thought. "I found some stuff to clean that wound with." I said gesturing to his thigh. "It's fine. Pack it with the stuff ta take back ta camp though." he replied without moving. "Ok. But I fail to see how a one legged, crossbow weilding badass is helping anyone else." I shot back. He opened both eyes and sighed. "A'right." he resigned. I just smiled. I poured water on the towel and gently wiped the dirt and rotting wood away from his leg. He flinched but didn't move. Then I poured several drops of the peroxide on it and waited until it quit foaming to squeeze on the neosporin and wrap the flannel around his leg.

Just after I tied the flannel to keep it in place, he grabbed my arm and jerked it up to his face. "Hey, what the..." I asked shocked. "Wha happened here?" he asked while running a finger over a large burn scar on my forearm. "Shit! Explain this now." I thought as I jerked my arm away. "You have your secrets and I have mine." I responded. "Ain't no answer." he replied. "It's the only one you're getting." I shot back while glaring at him. He didn't look annoyed or angry as I had expected. He looked amused. "This isn't a game." I thought to myself while watching him smirk.

I just went in the kitchen and started searching the cupboards. "Hot damn. This is your lucky day." I said as I pulled a hershey bar and a bottle of Southern Comfort from the cupboard. I retreated to the livingroom again and broke the chocolate in half holding half out to him with a smile. "Peace offering Stranger Danger?" I asked. He opened his eyes and took the chocolate and bottle with a laugh. "That talk ain't done yet preppy." he responded. "As long as it doesn't happen right now." I thought as I took a bite of the creamy rich chocolate.

I just laid my head back on the back of the couch and closed my eyes. "It's so quiet. This is a little what life was like before" I felt a nudge on my chest and looked down at the open bottle of whiskey. I looked up at Daryl questioningly. "Really? I'm only 20." I said. He laughed. "Ain't no parents or cops around. But, suit yourself preppy." he replied as he took another drink. I watched his throat move as he swallowed and grabbed the bottle. I put it to my lips and hesitated for a minute before tipping it up. I took a large drink and let my eyes close as the pain relieving fluid slipped down my throat and warmed me a little. When I opened them again, this time he was the one looking at me with question. "Party a little before did ya preppy?" he asked. "If a party allows you to escape reality, I was in." I responded.

After a few hours of quiet contemplating and drinking, my speach started to slur a little and my head felt light. "Damn Lil. I haven't drank for a while and it shows. There's still whiskey left in the bottle and I'm tipsy. It would have taken that plus another before." I was thinking. "You sleep?" I asked in my hushed drunken way. He laughed. "Nope. You sound a little drunk preppy. You still a cold hearted bitch when you're drunk?" he asked. "Excuse me Stranger Danger. I was under the impression that you were the cold one." I answered. "Everyone expects the tough redneck ta be cold. Not the captain of the cheerleadin' team." he answered. "He is infuriating!" I yelled at myself. "I am a cold hearted bitch. I wasn't always. Everything's different now. Good girls don't make it long in this world." I answered as I stood to try to go to bed in the bedroom. I stumbled and caught myself on the coffee table. Unfortunately, my side is what caught the table. I flopped back on the couch holding my side. "Ow!" I laughed. He stood up and reached his hand down. "Wanna try tha' again preppy?" he asked. "Thanks." I replied and took his hand.

Once standing, he put his arm around my back and held under my arm as he guided me around the hole in the hallway and to the open bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and thanked him again. "Lay down. I'll cover ya." he responded. I laid on my side on the first real bed in over a year and shut my eyes. I felt him pull the cover from the other side of the bed and cover me with it. "Stranger Danger?" I asked. "Yeah." he replied. "You aren't dangerous. Think I'll just call ya Stranger. Ok?" I asked. "Yeah sure preppy. Go ta sleep." he answered before I heard his footsteps in the hall. Everything was really quiet and it wasn't long before I was asleep.