Defiant - (The walking dead / Daryl Dixon fanfic)

Yeehaw

    I am the designer of my own catastrophy. 

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    "Why are we stopping?" I asked Rick as he pulled the car over.  We were parked right in front of a park. The same park where we got the bike from yesterday. 

    "I need to do something."He said, then got out. "Stay here." He told me through the window. I was about to open my mouth to protest, but he was gone. I sighed and leaned back into my seat. 

    "What in the hell is he doing?" I asked myself as I watched Rick walk deeper into the park. I was tempted to get out and follow him, but I knew whatever he was doing, he wanted to do it alone. I sat in the car and tapped my fingers along the dash board as I looked back and fourth through the windows. The sound of a gunshot made me jump and I looked in Rick's direction. Rick emerged from the park shortly after and made is way to the car. He jumped into the drivers seat and gave me a firm nod before starting the engine.  

    We started down the road towards Atlanta to find other survivors. And hopefully Rick's family.

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   It had been a few hours till we left Morgan and we were almost to our destination. 

    "Broadcasting on emergency channel. We will be approaching Atlanta on highway 85. Anybody reads, please respond ." I said through the radio for at least the 15th time during this road trip. I eyed the storm approaching us from the left as Rick drove down the empty road.  "Is anyone there? Please respond." I continued . There was no answer though, only static. 

    "Just great, We're out of gas.Been running on fumes for a while now."Rick said , sounding frustrated.

    "Okay. So we get everything we need out of the car and walk to find gas or another vehicle. I see a house just right up the road." I suggested. 

    "Yeah, Okay." Rick said. I grabbed a duffel bag and got out of the car. I made sure my Katana was easy to grab, if I needed to use it. Rick got out of the car and popped the trunk. He grabbed the duffel bag with the guns inside and a gas can. "Alright, lets go." He said. I nodded and we walked up the road. 

    When we came across the house, Rick dropped everything and walked to the front door, 

    "Hello." Rick called out. I stayed out front and guarded the area, to make sure there were no walkers. I looked at Rick as he knocked on the door. Once I made sure there were no walkers around, I walked up to the house. 

    "Looks like no one is home." I said. He walked past me and looked in a window.

      "Maybe." Rick answered. He walked over to a window and immediately backed away from it. I looked at him confused and walked towards the window. Rick gently pushed me back away from the window, before I could see anything. "You don't want to look in there." He told me. I nodded and backed away. 

    "Maybe that truck over there has gas in it." I told Rick. He nodded and walked over to it. He frowned and slammed the door of the truck. 

    "No keys."He said. I smirked and looked at him. 

    "No worries." I told him pointing to a horse. He looked at me crazy and I just laughed. I walked over to the pen the horse was in and grabbed a rope that was hanging on the fence.

    "Easy now. Easy." I said to the horse as it began to get scared. I opened the gate and slowly eased my way up to the horse. "I'm not gonna hurt you." I told it. It looked a little skinny but not to skinny. I guess it had been feeding on the grass and left over hay. When I finally reached the horse, I put the rope around its neck. "Good boy." I said as I rubbed it's nose.