He was the darkness (A Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

Our world belongs to the dead.

"Lily!" I jumped slightly looking up from the dying fire. It has been 2 months since shit hit the fan. Two months that I have spent alone. Or at least without any member of my family. My brother was long gone but his piercing screams still resonate in my head day and night. At least I know what happened to him, I don't know if my parents are still alive and not knowing is driving me crazy. I honestly don't want to get my hope too high. You know, just in case...
I simply want to know what happened to them. I hate when a situation slips out of my control. What can I say? I like to do things my way, I know I can handle life if I don't get my hope too high because every time I do I get hurt in the process or even worse...

"Lily!" I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily.
"Yes Dale? What can I do for you?" I've been with this group since the beginning. I've met them on the highway leading to Atlanta. I've been leaving the town, knowing it was overrun. My brother had just turned into one of these flesh eaters right after his horrific death. The hardest part was that I had to take him down with his entire family, including my two years old niece. I staid an entire day looking around at my brother's bloody apartment before deciding to leave the town to find my grandfather. He lived outside Atlanta, in a small town called Macon.

The highway group was trying to reach the refugee camp when the bombs hit the center of the town whipping away every single memory I had there. I had to watch the town burn into flames, once again helpless, that was the last time my eyes ever lingered on the building I once called home.

Dale, a kind old man driving a RV took me in. He was driving with two girls and an Asian guy. At first I was reluctant, who knows how people are going to react to this new world? I've also been skeptical about some additions to our group.for instance, I don't trust Shane. He's a sheriff deputy and apparently our self proclaimed leader, even if he doesn't seem that bad. It's just that I have some difficulties to like someone who's already screwing his best friend's wife only two months after his death. Speaking of the devil, Lori isn't that bad either. She's a gentle woman and she definitely loves her son Carl. I can understand that loosing her husband before all of this must be hard for her. So I ended up thinking about her as a strong woman who only made a mistake. We're only human right? She gave in to the temptation of a new kind of happiness, I guess. She found in Shane the only way to fill the huge gap the loss of her husband created in her chest. Temptation... Also another topic I like to longly meditate about.

Dale climbed down of the RV's roof and walked toward me. "Oh nothing sweetheart, you seemed a bit out of it for a moment. Did you eat breakfast?" Dale asked with this usual look of disapprobation on his features. I chuckled internally at how caring he was and let a small smile appear on my lips. "Nah, I'm not that hungry. But I'm fine Dale, really." What I was truly thinking was that I've seen too much to eat, every time I tried to, flashes of my brother's half eaten face appeared in my head. The old man shook his head while sitting next to me.

"You should eat more, no, actually you have to eat more." He answered trying to sound authoritative by pointing his finger at me. I softly reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze before getting up and walking away, chuckling at myself. "Yeah yeah, I'll do it."
"I know you won't." He called behind his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips.

Honestly, Dale was like a grandad for everyone. Exception made for the older ones or the dangerous ones like Shane or Ed. Ed is a strange man, he holds himself as if he was invincible but I know what he truly is. In my point of view he's not a man. What kind of man beats his wife and treats her and his daughter as if they were already dead? He's a coward. He's afraid and needs to feel strong so he beats his wife to feel stronger and invincible. I sure as hell won't cry for him when he'll die being eaten alive by the geeks one day or another. I approached his wife slowly as I crossed the camp. Carol is a soft and timid lady, she always talks quietly and is always looking down when someone tries to have a conversation with her. Right now she was carrying some clothes in a bag, chatting with her daughter.