Eliot Dragova is apathetic and a diagnosed sociopath. She failed at being a doctor and failed at maintaining relationships. Just when she assumed she'd fail at everything else, the apocalypse hit and she found that her problems were never more usefu...
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"I found her jogging through the woods with two on her tail," I stated, staring at the man named Daryl as Rick leaned against the car, his face dripping with blood. He looked to be in shock from the events and his beard was dripping with one of the biker's blood from the rabid way he tore through the man's throat. "She was crying up a storm. Rather funny when I look back on it."
I glanced towards the stoic Daryl who gave me an incredulous expression that caused me to roll my eyes.
"Alright, obviously our sense of humor is quite different," I stated, helping Daryl drag the corpses away from the car where we were forced to make camp for the night. "Either way, she's been a major pain in my arse, so after tomorrow, I'll leave her with you."
I saw Sophia in the car, sitting next to the boy and the black woman. I didn't realize I whispered the last part until I had already said it and I questioned my reasoning. It was never a secret I wanted to be on my own again, and this group screamed all kinds of crazy.
After all, Rick bit into a man's throat with his teeth. Obviously, the guy was coo coo for cocoa puffs.
"You jus' gonna abandon the girl," Daryl asked, and I glanced back down towards the next corpse, dragging it away into the trees.
"Not my kid," I replied simply. "And honestly, I'm knackered. Babysitting is not my forte."
Daryl went silent as he glanced toward the little girl in the car while I leaned against the hood and lay against the glass, sliding my arse onto the car. I could vaguely hear a groan in the distance and I got out my blade, but before I could strike, the biter was taking down with a bolt in its skull.
"That's convenient," I murmured. "How about you take the first watch? Okay? Cool. Have fun." I didn't wait for his response as I closed my eyes and attempted to drift to sleep.
I wasn't certain how long I closed my eyes, but by the time I opened them, the sun had just begun to lift from the array of trees and reddened the sky. It couldn't have been more than 4 am and the first thing I reached for was my blade as I glanced around at the surroundings before slowly calming my racing heart as I took in my environment.
I obviously overestimated my morning balance since my legs were asleep, and the moment I attempted to land on them the dehydration and starvation did nothing to lessen my tumble to the ground in a wobbly mess.
"Ow," I muttered, swallowing my lost pride as I glanced around and saw the man, Rick, was still sitting still and awake just staring at his hands covered in blood.
He didn't even glance up to witness my graceful fall, which I found absolutely brilliant. Daryl was far up towards the street sign, leaning against a pole with his crossbow in his hand and a bored expression lingering on his face.
