Alex's Point of View
I awakened to the all to familiar smell of smoke from burning cigarettes. "Can't you open a window or something. And what is a good looking man like yourself doing smoking?" I interrogated jokingly.
"I don't give a da--," he stops and turns to reveal a idiotic grin. "Hold up. Did you just call me a good lookin' man?" C$@#, I must have said that out loud. Out of all the horrible situations I have been in this is close to the top of the list. No amount of weapons, gear, and survival training could aid me in escaping. The fatal nervousness and sweating has already begun.
"N-No. I called you an...,"I took a moment to think as I stuttered, "A$$&@#$." Embarrassed. That was all I was feeling at the moment besides the mixed emotions I had for Daryl. On the bright side at least he didn't find out that I had made out with his cheek. If he did I'd probably flat out die right then and there. However, right now I still have a little bit of my dignity left that I can recover.
Daryl's Point of View
A good lookin' man. Damn right I am. I smiled, thinkin' back on the funny moment. To be honest that girl is startin' to grow on me. I mean I don't know if I quite 'like' her because I am new to the whole thang. At the moment though I'm just gonna enjoy bein' here. Protectin' her. Jokin' with her. Livin' life with her.
Alex's Point of View
Daryl is upstairs right now and I'm hoping it stays that way. If I'm even in the same room as that jerk then he'll surely bring this morning up. About 20 minutes ago I came into the room to ask if he was hungry and he replied, "Sure. A good lookin' man as myself needs his food to keep lookin' pretty." So, I'm just downstairs now making us a small meal to share. And maybe I'll slip some poison into his portion. I laugh deviously, imagining how such an event would happen if I wasn't being sarcastic. Okay, what are our dining options for this morning? I wonder as I peer into my backpack where I stash things like snacks, canned food, and medical supplies. Should we have baked beans or corn? You know what screw it we'll have both. We haven't eaten in days and it won't hurt anyone. I plunge my knife into the metal lids and pry them off.
"Daryl get your a$$ down he--," a hand covers my mouth.
"Quite. I'm not going to hurt you," the unknown person claims. My eyes clasp shut as a single tear rolls down my scared face.
Daryl's Point of View
That's weird. Alex didn't finish tellin' me to hurry my a$$ up. She probably just didn't feel like wastin' her breath on me. I take out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter to squeeze in one more smoke.
Alex's Point of View
These people have barged into a house that we took fare and square and now I am being held at gunpoint by a cop, a teenage boy, and a Korean. I am defenseless like a young fawn in the forest and the only thing I can do is hope that Daryl will come and rescue me. If he doesn't I honestly don't know what they are going to do to me. This could be the last day I have on Earth. But, before you know it the group and I hear footsteps coming this way. "Alex, where is my damn food at?" The man in the sheriff's uniform turns his attention to the doorway as Daryl walks into the room. I closed my eyes, expecting for my redneck savior to be shot down. "Rick?" His southern voice cuts the deadly silence like a knife.
"Daryl?" The man that I assume is Rick replies. Both men start to close the gap between them as they embrace each other. "Nice to see you again brother," he pats Daryl on the back and allows the others to say their hellos.
"How did y'all find me?"
"We saw your bike out in the bushes. There was arrows through those walkers heads too. But, when I saw the girl here I thought she'd killed you and stolen your stuff."
I observe Rick and the others as they chat amongst themselves. They seem genuinely nice and any friends of Daryl's must be good enough for me, "My name's Alex," I interrupt randomly. All of them stop and turn to see me sitting in one of the four wooden chairs placed around an Oak table.
Rick's the first to respond, "I'm Rick. That's Glenn and over there gouging down on whatever's in those cans of yours is my son Carl. Sorry, it's just that food is limited at the camp and he hasn't eaten more than a Snickers in a few days." I stand and casually greet the three men.
"It's no problem. I'm sure that he needs it more than us anyway," my hand makes its way down to my grumbling stomach unnoticed. "And what is this talk about a camp?"
"Right. When our group got separated we'd decided to hunker down till we found Daryl. And we found this place just about a mile down the road. It's a trailer park only occupied by a few people. 10, maybe 15 others besides our group."
"Okay. We'll check the rest of the houses and get goin'," Daryl intervened while grabbing his crossbow and heading out the back door. This is great. There's others in this world that aren't crazy and psychotic. And what's even better than that? They have a freakin' camp with even more people I can talk to. I step out into the afternoon sunlight and take the situation into mind. It all seems to good to be true.
I apologize for the short chapter and the late update. And I'll be updating a new chapter once in a while. So, what do you think is going to happen at the new camp? Don't forget to vote, comment, and share.
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