You're Dead To Me (Daryl Dixon)

You're Dead To Me - Part 3

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Part 3

I felt something. It was a feeling I couldn't describe. It just sat in the pit of my stomach, eventually spreading throughout my body. Sadness? Nerves? Regret? Wow, did I hate it. I rarely experienced it.

Leaves and twigs crunched beneath my stomping feet as I made my way through the forest. I was heading towards the city. For what, you may ask? Well, I had yet to find out. Regardless, my heart was still pounding against my chest in anger and anxiety.

Angela, calm yourself...where are you going?

Anywhere but back there, I thought to myself.

Was I pissed, or was I devastated? Pissed that Pat would have the nerve to talk back to me like that, or devastated at the toll this miserable world is taking on my poor brother?

There was a distant ringing. Almost too familiar. A car, was it? A car alarm, and it seemed to get louder.

"It's not possible, is it?" I whirled around to see Pat right behind me. He was following me, which made me even angrier than I already was. Huffing, I turned back to the sound.

"One of them probably bumped into a car." I said.

"Oh enough of this! We have to find it!" He brushed past me as he ran towards the distant ringing, and I found myself screaming Pat's name as I chased after him.

This was dangerous. We were out of our safe zone, and now both of us were running through the words. Might as well put us both on platter and stuff apples in our mouths!

We reached a road sooner than I expected. But there was still this inmate reflex to look both sides of the roads, as if all this was a dream, and I would see speeding cars as far as the eye can see. But I knew there would be no such thing.

Pat stood in the middle of the road, staring at a red speck in the distance. The heat waves made it even harder to distinguish what it was. I stopped at the side of the road, looking at the grass as I bent over to regain my breath. Even in the zombie apocalypse I was still out of shape.

"Pat," I panted. "Never do that again."

But he didn't say anything in response. Instead, he kept still, staring at the red speck in the distance, which seemed to grow larger by the second. My heart nearly skipped a beat, as I realized what it was.

It was a car. A red one, its alarm blaring as it sped through the empty high way.

"Pat." I called out.

But it wasn't stopping, and by the time it grew the size of my thumbnail, Pat wasn't moving.

"Pat!" My voice cracked as I hurried toward him. "Move!"

It was so close I could tell what type of car it was. It was a Dodge Challenger, and it's tires screeched as it tried to stop.

But it was too late to stop, and time seemed to slow down as I ran and pushed Pat out of the way.

My body was in the air, and I felt as if I was flying for just a second before my body collided with the pavement beneath me. The air was knocked from my lungs; I couldn't even make a sound as a burning sensation pulsated from my right hip.

"Angie!" Things seemed distorted.

Wow, this is way worse than bumping your hip on the table.

"Angie!" I heard Pat's sweat voice above me, but I couldn't see a thing. My vision was black, and I preferred to keep my eyes shut. I felt a hammered pulse at the back of my head.

Everything went black.

Somethings appeared to me in small detail. Others in large.

"Get in, hurry!" An urgent voice snapped. Their voice was light, timid. A bit masculine. There was a bit of hesitation before Pat responded.

"No...Angie. Help me get Angie! Please sir, I can't leave without my sister!"

"She's not a...?"

"No!"

"Right, uh-help me out..." I suddenly couldn't feel the ground beneath me. I felt like I was floating. Was I dead?

A ringing began to settle in my ears. It was constant. Annoyingly familiar. Like back then when you'd speed past...something and then...

"Where are we going?" A voice shouted over the piercing noise.

"Far away from here that's for sure!"

"No sir, we have to turn around-"

"Um, I'm sorry, but, uh...No."

"I need to get my sax!"

"Your What? Sex?" He yelled over the alarm.

"Sax, as in saxophone!"

"Oh." There was a silence.

"Uh, sorry, I cant hear well over the alarm,"

"Either way, sorry. There's a gigantic horde back at the city. Deadliest thing you could ever see."

Sax...Pat.

"Listen, lets just get you guys out of here so we could actually save your sister's life. I think she hit her head pretty hard over there. Then we can talk about you."

"Yes, sir." Pat said.

"Oh, and by the way, It's Glenn."