Don't Go Home Without Me [Carl Grimes/The Walking Dead fanfiction]

Gone

It's been three days. My mom has been missing for three days.

Daryl and I ran after the mysterious car for hours, but it was too late. We had lost it and would probably never find it again. On top of that, some gang stumbled on top of us and we tagged along, which I partially regret. At least half of the men kept eyeing me and I felt like a piece of meat.

The first two nights we stayed in an auto body shop, and I didn't leave Daryl's side. I still didn't know him very well but at least he didn't look at me like the other men did. He even stayed awake the whole night to make sure they didn't try to hurt me.

Then there was last night. We didn't stop because the leader insisted we keep walking. Eventually we ended up coming across a small group of three.

Daryl and I hung back as the others went on attack mode. We were gonna sneak away, but then he stopped me.

"They're attackin' some from my group!"

As soon as Daryl said that, I pulled both knives from their sheathes. So far, from what I could tell, Daryl was a good man and I wasn't about to let some stupid gang that thinks they're all that kill his group. As it is, Beth was already missing. 

Since Daryl was already taking care of one of the men, I raced over and went to help a woman. Apparently though, she had it under control. By the time I had gotten there she had already killed him.

The woman looked up at me and we both froze for a moment.

"...Michonne?"

Her hardened expression turned to one of confusion.

"Cassidy? What are you doing here?"

"No time to explain--trying to take down some sons of bitches!"

I quickly turned on my heel and held out both my knives and one of the men lunged for me. The knives went clean through him and he fell to the ground.

I chuckled. "Nice timing."

We all continued to fight against the gang until there were none left. Michonne helped a boy around my age get free from the grasp of the same man whom Daryl protected me from. I overheard her talking to the boy, who's name was Carl, as she held onto him tightly.

I suddenly looked to my left, just in time to see the man from Daryl's group sink his teeth into the neck of the gang's leader. I would've thrown up but there wasn't anything in my stomach. I'm kinda glad there wasn't.

Everything fell silent and it became awkward really fast. For me at least. Why do I always find myself in weird situations?

。。。。

The sun had risen and I was feeling the after effects of last night's scuffle. I didn't even want to think about it. Rick and Daryl were sitting outside talking, and Michonne was sitting in the back seat with Carl's head on her lap. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, trying to ignore the things Daryl and Rick were saying.

"...She's just gone. Kate, Cassidy's mom, too."

"It's not your fault... Daryl? It's not your fault."

I pinched the bridge of my nose to stop myself from crying. This is the weakest I've been since all this crap started and if I let it get to me I'm going to be the next to go. I can't lose my focus.