Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 08 -- Madness

"Endure despite the pain.

The key is grace of strength."

? Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

The following day I woke up being really hungry, thirsty, and somehow, really cold, probably a second effect of the drugs. My stomach burnt from the emptiness but I was too pride to ask Sean for anything, so I just curled in a ball on the bed.

Last night, I woke up less disorientated and my headache wasn't as bad but Sean was there when I opened my eyes, he was worried about me, apparently he used a bigger dose than he should had and I slept more than he calculated I would. He doesn't even know what he is doing, he could kill me with a big enough dose.

Based on Sean we had been out of the prison for almost two days, people back there should have noticed my absence by now, maybe they are looking for me... Rick, Carl, my mum, Maggie. I still didn't know if Daryl and Michonne had made it back yet but if they were they for sure would be looking for me now as well.

But a part of me was thinking that they could assume walkers ate us and stopped looking for us, I hope they don't think that or that they don't give up on me.

Today I was feeling a bit better, my vision was great, my headache was mostly due to lack of food than the drugs and I wasn't as weak because Sean didn't drug me last night, he was scared something could go wrong with the amount of drugs that had gone into my system, he didn't want to accidentally kill me, I guess that was a good thing.

"We could tell them we had to run away from walkers and we got lost," I said. "No one has to know, Sean."

"We won't go back, ever," he muttered.

"Why not? We were safe there," I exclaimed, trying not to panic. "This house can't be any safer than the prison."

"Safe? People are dying from a stupid virus, they turn and kill more people, do you call that safe?"

"Well, it can't be perfect, can it?"

Some minutes later Sean grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet quite fast, my vision turned black for a few seconds but it wasn't like Sean noticed or cared. He took me to the master bedroom, where he apparently was sleeping at.

He threw me on the bed and then went into the walking closet. I tried to slowly stand without being noticed and then run for my life but Sean noticed and he threatened me with his gun. After that he didn't take his eyes off of me, watching my every move. A couple of minutes later he came back holding some grey sweatpants and a light blue shirt, he set them on the bed and smiled at me.

"Apparently the mother was a bit bigger than you, I think her jeans will be too big for you," he told me. "You have gotten too skinny, maybe the daughter's clothes will fit you better but I assumed you will want to be a bit more comfortable, at least now. Now, listen to me really, really careful, I will release your hands so you can change but," he said, grabbing his gun and waving it in front of my eyes. "If you try anything I won't hesitate to use it."

I nodded and then he let my hands free and just sat down on the bed and looked intensively at me, I just looked down at the floor, feeling really awkward and uncomfortable.

"Uh, can I go in the bathroom?"

"No," he stated. "I would change your clothes myself but I need to hold the gun, now undress!"

I stared at him in disbelief, I had never done something so shameful in my life. He kept telling me to do it and I just stared at the clothes and then at the gun in his hand. He sat up straight, looking pissed.