Give 'Em Hell

Chapter Three: Asshole

Slowly regaining my consciousness, my side feels like I have been stabbed multiple times. I couldn't lift my body up, I felt like I was restrained but I wasn't. 

I try lifting my head and I see Daryl over me with a dirty look.  

I could now see what he looked like, he has scruff all on his chin and along his jaw, he has very blue eyes with some dark circles around his eyes indicating he hasn't slept for a while. Daryl has fairly long hair, it was a little more longer on the sides but he had little bangs that were parted to the left side of his face, the color of his hair was a dark brown but not too dark, more like chocolate colored brown then anything. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves cut and a vest over it, a black pair of pants but they were faded and holey. 

"Ya've been dead for two days." 

"Dead? I think my body caved in and needed the rest." 

"I didn't fucking save yer ass, Merle did." 

"I asked who saved me? You just should of left me for fucking dead! I am sick and tired of fighting for what? A cat? Oh shit! If you laid a single fuc-" 

"Yer stupid fuckin cat's right there, bitch!" 

I was finally able to move, I threw myself at Daryl and made him fall straight on the ground I threw one punch to his jaw. 

"Don't you EVER fucking call me bitch!"  

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down Sugar, er, Grace. There's no need to start throwin punches at my baby brother." 

"I ain't yer fuckin baby brother!" 

Daryl pushes me off of him and my head hits the ground fairly hard. 

"You're such a bastard!" I yell as Daryl walks out of the room.  

I sit up and start to rub my head, damn asshole really made me hit my head hard.  

I look up at Merle and I see his right hand is some type of a contraption that holds a knife. I can't really describe it very well but it goes up almost to his elbow.  

Merle looked very harsh, kind of scary looking. His facial hair was only around his mouth and on his chin, it was grey and a few black patches here and there. He also had blue eyes but there was something behind his blue eyes that hid them and make them black eyes. He had short grey and black hair that seemed to suit him. Merle was wearing a wife beater that was almost torn to shreads with a grey long sleeved shirt and brownish pants. 

"Make yer self at home. You take watch tonight. Also there's a shower if ya wanna." 

"Thanks Merle." 

Merle nods at me and I walk out of the room. Lou comes and rubs on my legs, making a figure eight.  

"Where's my backpack?" I say as I turn around. 

"In the room where ya were." Merle yells.

I walk in the room and see my backpack in the corner of the room. I dig in it to find some canned cat food, I open it and Lou come running in and scarfs his food down. 

I had very little food in my backpack, the walkers overran us before we could get much but I did manage to get a new shirt, it was a Batman shirt with the Batman symbol in the back of the shirt.  

I walk out of the room followed by Lou, the room clearly was a teenagers with Justin Beaver or who ever all over the walls. I was tempted to take them all down but I knew it wasn't my house to do that to. 

I head to the bathroom and it was fairly big to hold a family of three, plus a cat. There was a closet inside with towels and wash clothes, it was paradise for a girl in this apocalypse.