Wake the Dead

chapter 38

Sorry about the like third time skip in a row, I just don't want to drag it out!! Enjoy!!

It had been a few weeks since I met the group of military men. They told me to at least stay until it gets warmer and then I can head out. I warmed up to a few of them, but I still kept to myself most of the time. I helped them out on a few runs and started to hunt when the snow melted. I knew that I should be leaving soon, but every time I tried to bring it up they all told me to stay for at least a little longer.

They where all good military men, well except for a few that where hot heads, but it was nothing I wasn't used to. My emotions had shut down and now all I am is another person who is just doing everything they can to survive. 

I got up out of the bed in V's tent that he let me use because he had the night shift for watch. I changed into a new pair of jeans and a shirt, thankful that some of the guys managed to pick me up some new clothes. I walked out of the tent and went over to the small fire pit, giving nods and small good mornings' to a few people as I passed. 

I sat down on one of the logs and started to eat out of the can of food that they handed to me. I noticed that a truck was missing, along with a few guys; they must have gone out for a quick run. I let out a sigh after I finished eating and went to walk around the perimeter, helping with watch. They told me I didn't have to, but I wasn't going to sit around all day as I watched them work. They gave me one of their machine guns, which I loved with all the emotion I had left inside me. 

I had trouble shooting with it a little bit though, my arm had never fully healed. Of course I told the doc that it was fine, but something always felt off and painful about it. I just shrugged it off and got over it, not wanting to complain to anyone. 

As days passed with this group I felt my strength start to go up again. V even helped me learn some good hand to hand combat. My strength mentally was questionable.. When I turned everything off and just became another person with a damn good survival instinct, I was fine, but I wasn't feeling anything. But, when I did feel something, like when something reminded me of Daryl or the group, I could literally feel the sadness eat me alive. So, for now, I am nothing but a mindless survivor like always. 

"Hey where's the firecracker at?" I heard someone call in the distance. Fire cracker... My great nickname that they came up with. I somehow earned that nickname through the past weeks, pretty much just being the bitchy me. I heard footsteps run up and saw it was V. "Hey Fiona! We got some cool stuff on the run, come check it out!" He called over. 

V and I had gotten closer these few weeks. He understood me and I didn't even have to tell him anything for him to know what happened to me. He told me about his family and that he had a wife and daughter, but never knew if they made it out. V had become like a brother to me and I knew it was going to be hard to leave him, but I had to.. I had to find Daryl.

I sighed and walked to the table that they had unloaded the stuff on to. I looked around, seeing some cool stuff, but excitedly grabbed the machete I saw lying on the table and admired it. A few of the boys chuckled at me, but I ignored it. "Pretty nice, eh?" V said, I gave him a nod. "Got somethin else you might like." He said and then held out his hand. He opened it up and inside was a bag a gummy worms. "Fuckin hell!" I squealed as I snatched the gummies from him. The boys started to roar in laughter as I immediately opened the bag and ate some. 

"So. Damn. Good." I moaned out, causing there laughter to continue. "Thank you!" I called out to them and received nods. The laughter stopped when the door to the truck slammed and Mark stormed out. Mark was the hot head of the group that had anger problems, a lot like mine. I never talked to him much because we would just end up pissing each other off.