To Kill A Corpse

7- "The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it." -Andrea

▌│█║▌║▌║ Author's Note ║▌║▌║█│▌

Dear Walkers,

I'd like to thank and dedicate this chapter to xdarkparadise! She has been voting and helping me out with this story since the first chapter! She always gives me great ideas for the story and helps me get past the horrible writer's block. Go follow her! She has amazing stories and you won't regret it!

Happy Zombie Reading!

Micky.

PS To the right is a gorgeous cover made by the wonderful SS_Larry98. Check her out :)

▌│█║▌║▌║ Seven ║▌║▌║█│▌

"Daryl, can you please get me another wrap?"

I adjust myself in the couch and catch the bandage Daryl tosses to me. Erik exits the bathroom, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of stained blue jeans. He throws the towel he used to dry his short, brown hair with and sits next to me, taking the bandage wrap.

"What did you do?" He asks as I place my dark purple ankle on his lap.

I shrug and explain, "It's nothing, I just jumped wrong."

Erik gently wraps the bandage around my ankle. Daryl cleans his bow in the corner, glancing our way frantically.

When Erik's done he plays with my wavy, light brown hair, combing it with his fingers.

"You should take a hot shower," he suggests, "your hair's not as beautiful as I remember."

I look at my hands that sit in my lap. He gently pulls my face toward him.

"You seem stressed."

I shrug and pull my legs off of him, grabbing my pack and walking into the steam-filled bathroom.

I wipe the mirror with a clean towel and set my bag on the counter. I comb my hair with my brush, and slip my stained tee off. Leaving my jeans on, I stare at my complexion. My white bra is covered in brown stains, as is my shirt, and my skin is the same lighter olive color it's always been. I slip jeans off and lean into the shower. I turn the knob and warm, soothing water sprays from the shower head. Before slipping the rest of my clothes off I notice there's no shampoo.

I stick my head out the door, "Erik, can I have some shampoo?"

I close the door and get my clean clothes out of my pack. The door opens behind me as I'm folding the undergarments and outfit and I turn around after I've set them down.

"Daryl!" I shout, grabbing a towel and covering my half naked body. He looks at the floor and hands me a half-empty bottle of shampoo.

"Here."

I snatch it away, "I thought you were Erik."

"Dale, Rick, and him left to get more supplies," he explains, reaching for the handle, "and I don't think they're getting anymore shampoo so go easy on that."

I smile and shake my head. Our eyes meet, and I study the odd color of his. His left eye is a dark green, and his right is a lighter grey.

"I'll go," he says, "bye."

I set the bottle in the counter and let go of the towel with the hand I was covered myself with. I slip my underwear and bra off and step into the shower, setting the shampoo on the shelf.