Dangerously In Love (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 23

Arrow. Bow. Shoot.

Arrow. Bow. Shoot.

Arrow. Bow. Shoot.

This is how my entire morning has gone so far. I, Amber Greene, have turned into a complete badass. I know it's thanks to Brittany. I know she's the reason that I can kill these walkers so easily. I literally feel no remorse and it's...dare I say it, fun! Killing brain dead walkers is begining to become a favorite past time of mine. I had snuck out of the farm in the early morning and I almost took Merle's bike. I never got to ride it and I'm seriously sad I didn't. Plus, it was super loud and for some odd reason, I didn't give a fuck. I wanted to attract walkers. But I didn't need Daryl crawling up my ass, so I took a truck instead.

And that's how I got to where I am now. I was currently on top of a large trunk, slaying walker after walker. I was starting to get over run but the thrill excited me to no end. The more that came at me, the more adrenaline pumped. It was such a rush. And as it coursed through my juicy viens, I let another arrow rip through the skull of a ravenous walker. I giggled at the crunching sound and grinned as the numbers depleted. 

"You hungry little ones?" I mocked as I took my hunting knife and cut open the palm of my hand. That really got them going. The smell of fresh blood. One actually got on top of the large food trunk. Smirking, I pounced on him and held him down. "You were probably one of the fuckers that ate my brother and niece. You deserve to starve. I'm not going to kill you, I want you to gravel on the floor helpless with no food, no flesh, nothing." I spoke eerily to the hungry walker and without a second thought, I cut off it's jaw and it's legs.

The blood got on the new jeans I had found at a boutique in this small town but it was worth it. The bloodcurdling yell that emitted from the walkers discombabulated vocal cords, made the tension in my body relieve itself. Afterwards, I kicked it off the trunk and laid there in its blood. The sky was bright and the large sun indicated that it was long past noon. Everyone was up and about. They probably already knew I had left. Daryl's probably going mad. I smirked at the thought.

"Gawn Gnaw Gnaw!"

The walker's growl woke me up from my day dream. I took out a gun I had stole from my Uncle's storage cabinet and began shooting at them quickly and effectively. Within second each and every walker around the trunk was dead. I was sad to have ended the fun but I had to admit, it did make me feel a whole lot better. 

"Told you so!" A sultry voice spoke from a distance.

I looked up to see Brittany leaning against the truck. I quirked an eyebrow at her as I got in. She did the same, or atleast I imagined that she did. "What are you doing here? I though you had taken over?"

Brittany shrugged. "To be honest babe, so did I. I'm just a figment of your diseased mind. I'm not some foreign antigen with a brain. I say I'll take over to scare you but in reality, I can't. Not unless you allow me too and right now, the tension you felt leave your body was me. I can only 'help' if you let me. How suckish is that?"

My eyes popped open as I drove back to the farm. "So...all that was me?"

"No," she rolled her eyes. "It was obviously me. You have no thirst for blood. Otherwise, I do. And besides I was the one who smacked Lori, threw the plate at your poor excuse of a boyfriend and slapped him for kissing us. That nasty hillbilly!" Her mouth scrunched up at the thought. "Unlike Shane. He can't get it!"

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. "You're helpless. But thanks. I really did need to assert myself."

"Anytime, love. It's what I'm here for."

I nodded but wasn't satisfied. "You say you can't 'take' over. But Rick took over my father and even Doctor Jenner said it. I was doomed and so was everybody else."