Wake the Dead

Chapter 59

Daryl. Daryl. Daryl Dixon. The man I love. I need to get to him. I need Daryl.

That was all that I allowed myself to think as each agonizing step felt like it was ripping me a part. More blood would pool out with each step, each movement, but so did determination. If I was going to die I at least want to see Daryl one more time. Know that he is safe. Be in his arms one more time. 

I don't know if I was going to survive this, but I realized that I wanted too. I couldn't leave Daryl. After basically knowing him my whole life, I wasn't going to leave him now. I couldn't live without him, so how could I die without him? But, I wouldn't be alone in death, would I? Syd. Syd would be with me.

I'll die when I die, but I will do whatever I can to prevent it right now. Syd's not going anywhere.

I clenched my jaw, and stood up as straight as I could, trying to let my determination and confidence take over my body.

My feet dragged on the ground, and the sun was burning my eyes that were very sensitive to it, so I squinted. It wouldn't be hard to mistake me for a walker right now.

I'm not sure how far away Woodbury is from the seed and feed warehouse, but I had been in this area a lot lately to be able to figure out where I was, and I don't think I was too far, but I need to hurry up. 

I looked around and spotted a large stick that had broken off from a tree, god that would be perfect for a cane. I started to hobble over, my breathing heavy while I winced in pain every now and then. Leaves crunched under my feet as I came closer to the tree and I clutched onto my stomach as I leaned down, picking up the branch. "Uhrggg," I groaned, standing back up slowly, my head and body throbbing. 

I let go of my stomach and set the stick up right, letting myself lean onto it, sighing in relief a little. I let my eyes rest for a moment, but they snapped open when I heard the one noise I was really not in the mood for right now. Walkers. 

How fucking fantastic!

I looked around, squinting my eyes a little more and spotted three walkers shuffling around, bound to past right by me and I couldn't fight them. Shit.

I did my best to pick up my feet and went as fast as I possibly could, sneaking past a few other trees. It hurt, but so would getting eaten by walkers. I took one look behind me, which ended up being a mistake when I tripped over a stump in front of me. A yelp and groan of pain escaped my mouth when I crashed onto the ground, attracting the walkers I was running from. I swear I could have blacked out right then and there, but instead I cursed more silently.

My mouth dropped when I realized what I tripped over was a walker. A dead one. 

I didn't hesitate to squirm over to it, a few occasional grunts of pain coming out. There was a odd shaped hole in its forehead, and I could have smiled when I realized it was an arrow hole. This meant the blood was fresh. I let the adrenaline take over my body when the groans of the walkers got louder, and slid around on the ground, grasping onto the walkers shoulders and rolling over, pulling it on top of me. 

I let out a long grunt when I did, but as soon as I stopped, I held my breath to keep quiet and not to smell the decaying stench of the walker. This allowed me to really notice how much my head was spinning and throbbing.. how tired I was. I let myself ignore those thoughts as shuffling dead feet got closer. I swear if my heart could, it would be thumping out of my heart. 

I could only make out the feet as they moved by and it reminded me of the day on the highway. There were only three walkers so it sure as hell didn't take as long, but I still waited until I was absolutely sure they were way away from me. I counted from three in my head, then summoned my strength I had left, and tried to shove the walker off me. I failed. My arms were shaking and felt like noodles, so I only was able to push it up a little. This had to be a 200 pound person.