Daring Dixon (A Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

Chapter 32

After walking a ways from the camp, I sat underneath a tree, leaning my head against it and closing my eyes. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It used to feel like Andrea was on my side, but right now I could tell that whatever bond had been there had been broken. We would never have the same connection as before.

The wind picked up and blew my hair around my face and I sighed. If I hadn't just killed a man, I would've enjoyed the cool breeze as it swept over me. But I had killed a man, and the breeze only left me chilled inside. I felt bad, as crazy as it sounded. But I also knew that what Shane did wasn't my fault and I was completely justified.

A scream echoed through the air and my eyes shot open, searching for it's source. Even from the distance I was from the camp, I could see them. The herd of walkers that was set upon devouring us all.

I had no gun to defend myself so I knew I had to get back to the others so that I could get one and help save everyone, including myself. I took off at a run, trying to skirt around the herd, and as I did so, the first gunshot rang out. It was followed by many more, all of which seemed to be closer together in time then the last.

I finally arrived to where the others were up at Hershel's house. Everyone had guns drawn, but it was no use. The walkers were gaining on us faster than we could shoot them.

The bag of guns was lying at Rick's feet, so I grabbed one, checked to make sure it had enough bullets, and then began to fire at the oncoming walkers.

"Daryl, Glenn, T-Dog, we have to get out of here! There's too many of them!" Rick yelled over the gunfire, which was almost impossible, as even Lori was popping off rounds at the walkers.

I looked around, but neither Jordan nor Carl were anywhere to be found. This worried me, but neither Rick nor Lori seemed to notice, and I knew it would upset them and be a distraction we didn't need.

We kept shooting the walkers until finally, there was a window in which we could escape. We all began to run back towards the cars, when I heard a scream. I turned to see Andrea trying to fight off a walker, but it seemed she didn't have any bullets left. Her eyes met mine, and I could tell that she thought that I'd leave her there. But instead, I shot the walker and gestured for her to follow us.

We made it to the cars and I still hadn't seen Carl of Jordan. "Where the hell are Carl and Jordan?" I demanded of Lori. Her eyes turned cold but she answered anyway.

"Back by the highway. Jordan offered to take Carl there when the walkers arrived," Lori explained. I nodded.

"Get in the cars, now!" Rick insisted. Dale, Glenn, Maggie, and many of the others filled into the RV. Carol, Rick, and Lori got into Carol's Cherokee. I gave Daryl a look but didn't hop into the truck. Instead, I went over to the fire where I had my bags.

Daryl ran after me, taking out walkers as he went. "Are you fucking crazy?" he demanded.

I shook my head. "We're going to need it," I reasoned.

When we turned back to the cars, both the Cherokee and the RV were gone. They must not have noticed we weren't behind them or didn't want to risk staying around. Daryl and I ran back to the truck, walkers at our ankles, and just made it inside the truck before they started beating on the doors. Daryl managed to pull away, running down a few skinny walkers in the process, and then he headed towards the highway.

"I can't believe you just risked your life for a few backpacks and a tent," he said, his breath labored.

"We're going to need those. We can't all sleep in the RV. It's too small," I reasoned.

He shook his head, and I could tell he was a little pissed off.

For the rest of the ride, we were both quiet. Neither of us said a word to the other. I was glad. I needed a minute to process the fact that we had just lost one of the safest places we could be.

I fell asleep during the last few minutes of the ride, so when Daryl's fist hit the steering wheel, I jumped up from my slumped position in the seat.

"What?" I demanded.

"There's nobody here. Everyone's gone and so is the food we left for Sophia," Daryl growled.

"Are you sure? Maybe they're up farther of on the other side of the road," I reasoned, not wanting to believe that they would just leave us, stranded, little food and water and only a tent for shelter.

"No, they'd be here. Damnit!" he outburst again.

"We'll just have to find somewhere else to live. We can survive by ourselves if we're careful," I assured him. He nodded.

"We'll take back roads. Stay off the highways. It'll be safer that way," he informed me. I nodded.

A thought popped into my head and I fought back a chuckle. "I told you we'd need that tent."

Hey guys! Two updates in one night to make up the no-updates in two weeks. Sorry!

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