The Grind *Rickyl*

12. Isolation

*3rd person*
   It had been a few days now. Police were patrolling buildings, streets. Trying to keep everyone out of the road. The city was in a complete isolation lock down. If they caught you on the streets at this time, they would put you in jail. Daryl's tv was low, Carl sat next to him, quiet. Daryl didn't want him to stay, but the lockdown happened to fast. Carl told Lori that he was fine.
"Are you hungry?" Daryl said, breaking the silence.
"Kinda."
Daryl fixed Carl a sandwich and brought himself a beer. He handed Carl his plate and popped the top of his beer bottle open.
"Can I have one." Carl said, looking towards Daryl.
"What would your mom say?"
"She'd say, "Carl... WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN ASK?" Carl laughed and laid back.
"In that case, here." Daryl said, tossing the beer to the kid.
"Uh... Thanks" Carl smiled up at him and took a sip. "Oh God, that's awful."
"Well... A few bottles later and you'll forget how awful it is." Daryl smiled back, actually okay for the first time in the last few days. There wasn't much noise outside so Daryl walked towards the small peephole to check it out, it was clear. People seemed to be inside there houses, extremely quiet.
   Daryl turned around and sat down with Carl. A few beers later and Daryl felt pretty decently drunk. He smirked at himself and brushed his hair back... It was so long. It needed a cut. "Carl, wanna cut my hair?"
   "Yeah! Of course!" Carl jumped up, wobbling a bit with his steps, he was probably drunk too.
   Daryl walked to his bathroom and grabbed his scissors. "I don't have fancy hair stuff."
   "It's okay, my mom taught me how to cut hair. She used to work in a salon." Carl flipped the scissors open and started to snip at Daryl's hair.
   "You better not mess me up, kid."
   "I won't, it looks pretty good actually." Carl smirked and brushed back the small pieces of hair that lay on Daryl's head, it wasn't too short, but it was now short... It looked amazing in Daryl's eyes. Carl nodded, proud of himself as he began to put the scissors away. "Thanks kid." Daryl smoothed down his hair and walked towards his bed. He stretched out on the soft sheets and relaxed his muscles, falling asleep almost instantly.
There was a scream from outside and some unexpected pounding on the door. Daryl jumped up and ran towards the door, there was other screams and the pounding got harder. Daryl looked through the peephole and saw Merle. He opened the door and stormed through it. "What the hell?!" Daryl yelled, slamming the door behind him.
   "Get your things, we're leaving." Merle said, sounding serious.
"Why the fuck do you think I'd ever listen to you?" Daryl snapped back.
   "Do you not understand what's happening 'ere? Your on fuckin' lock down!" Merle yelled, while throwing my clothes into bags. Daryl started to join him, having nothing to loose anyways.
   "What about the kid..?" Daryl said, turning towards Carl.
   "I just want to be with my mom... I'd rather not go with you guys, no offense."
   "I wouldn't want to be with us either, kid." Merle announced. Daryl just ignored him and slung my crossbow over my back. He had no clue what Merle was talking about, but He didn't care. He grabbed his bag and walked outside to what he didn't understand. People were on the streets again, but it looked frantic. There was glass on the ground and for no possible reason, people were screaming. "What the FUCK?!" Daryl screamed, turning towards Merle, who was already out the door and going into the street. Merle just ran out, and into his truck. At that moment it seemed like he didn't give a fuck about anything but getting to that truck. Daryl grabbed Carl's wrist and ran towards the truck too.
"Is there any way to contact your mom? Can you call her?" Daryl asked him between staggered breaths.
"Yeah, I can call her." Carl whipped out his phone and started dialing numbers, they got to the truck and both jumped in before Merle started driving off. "Hey, mom?"
"OH MY GOSH! CARL, ARE YOU OKAY HONEY? STAY SAFE! PUT DARYL ON THE PHONE PLEASE!" Lori screamed this, making Carl retaliate and give the phone straight to Daryl.
"Hello..?" Daryl scratched out.
"DARYL! ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?!"
"We're fine Lori, should I drop Carl off at the house or-"
"NO!" Lori cut him off. "Please stay safe... It's not looking too good out here. Drive away from the city, there's a small spot where were going, it's going to be safe there."
"What about... Rick?"
"There's nothing we can do, Daryl." Daryl could tell Lori was pushing back tears, the same as he was. He could tell she loved him.
"Should we go there too, at least..?"
"Yes. I'll give you directions." Lori said, before telling Merle how to get to the "spot".