Among the Unknown: A Daryl Dixon fanfic

Chapter 11: Aint The Religious Type

We’re on our way to the prison now, I’m extremely nervous but I have a good feeling everything will be alright. My thoughts were interrupted with Daryl wrapping his arm around me.

  We all rode in T-Dog’s truck so I was in the middle next to Rick who was driving and Daryl sitting next to me, and T-Dog was on the other side of Daryl.

  “Ye alright? Yer shaking.” Daryl whispered, he stroked his fingers along my side

.   “Yeah, I’m just nervous.” I said and laid my head on his shoulder.

He laid his on top of mine and we stayed like that the whole drive.

  We arrived at the prison and parked about half a mile away so we didn’t attract any unnecessary walkers. I ran our of the woods and unlocked the gate as the guys piled in behind me.

  I shut and locked it was walked a few feet away from the gate where the guys were standing.

  “Okay, whats the plan?” I asked more towards Rick than anyone else.  

“Well, the door to cell block C is right there. We’re gonna open it and clear out the walkers inside. I’m not sure how many are in there so we have to be careful.” He said, he motioned his hand toward a large steel door, we all looked at each other and nodded.  

We walked up to the door past one of the guard towers and stopped at the door. I readied my knife as Daryl loaded his crossbow. We slowly opened the door to find about 6 stray walkers that looked as if they used to be the prisoners.

  Arrows flew and knifes cut into the skulls of the undead.

  “Rest in peace...” I whispered after taking my knife out of what used to be a mans head.

  Its kinda sad to see these people whether they were innocent or not, die like this. It just brought back bad memories... I looked up and found the guys staring at me, Rick nodded and started grabbing bodies, I followed and did the same.

  We dragged them out to the courtyard and poured a bit of gasoline on them that we had found laying around. I used Daryls lighter and flicked the switch, the flame sparked and I lowered it to the disease ridden bodies as they immediately were engulfed in flames.

  “Dear God, I pray that you please forgive these men for their sins. They had done some wrong to be put in a place like this. I ask that you please return them to their families and loved ones, to live in peaceful harmony with you, Amen.” I closed my eyes and whispered this prayer.

  I don’t believe much in God anymore, but if there is one, now is the time to find him.   We walked away after about 10 minutes, the bodies were almost in ash now. I followed right behind Rick as we entered the cell block.

There was blood on the floors and walls where we had executed the prisoners.

  “I checked and this clock is clear, I locked all the gates to the other blocks so if there is any other walkers, they can’t get into here. We’ll gather up our things on the road and bring the group here to clean up and stay safe. Lori is due any day now so we need to get things set quick.” We all looked around and nodded in agreement at Rick before walking out and down the hill to the front gates.

  “Ye don’t seem like the religious type to me.” Daryl mumbled, we were walking a few feet behind T-Dog and Rick

.   I"’m not... not anymore at least. I used to be all gung=ho for it but then I realized they were just brain washing me into believing that crap.. I did it cause I wanted to fit in with everyone..... It don’t work... It just made me feel more miserable..” My voice slowly trailed off.

  “What made ye want to fit in with everyone?” Daryl kicked a rock along the path with his foot.

  “I saw how happy they seemed. I was sad, depressed... I thought, if I did that God thing then maybe I would be happy like them.” I tried my best to hold back my tears.

I’ve had a history with major depression since I was 13. There’s been a lot of bad memories and lots of crying.

  I’ve held all my feelings in since I’ve been with the group. I’ve been close to snapping but I can’t let that happen, or else everyone will think I’m weak and crazy.

  “Come ‘ere.” Daryl opened his arms to me.

He must have seen the tears brimming in my eyes, I ran into him burying my face in his chest. He smelled like sweat, gasoline, and nature. It smelled so good though.  

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. When he let go, I uncurled my arms from him and noticed Rick and T-Dog staring at us with looks like they’ve just seen a ghost.

  I chuckled lightly while Daryl glared at them and took the keys for the gate out of my pocket unlocking the latch. We ran through the brush and long grass staying hidden from nearby walkers.

  “Moving the group is gonna be fun!” I muttered sarcastically as I jumped on Daryl’s bike.

Everyone chuckled and we rode off. I was being serious though, moving the group and trying to be discreet about it is gonna be a pain in the ass.

  Carol or Lori are probably gonna freak out or complain about sleeping in a prison. But it’s our only safe spot as of now...