Surviving Alexandria (BOOK THREE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Off With His Head

The long drive was silent. The withdrawals were getting worse. I felt antsy, angry, nauseous, not just from lack of medicine, but the urge to kill again. I knew quitting killing people was gonna be hard, but I won't lie, a part of me was excited for tonight, anxious to shed Savior blood and watch the life leave their eyes. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I rested my head against the back of the couch, causing my agitation to grow. "I swear to fuckin' God, if y'all don't stop fuckin' starin' at me, I'm gonna put a goddamn bullet up your asses." I lowly growled.

"How are you feeling?" Carol asked.

"Ya stare at me for hours and that's the question you decide to ask?" I scoffed. "Well, Carol, I feel fantabulous! I've never felt happier in my entire fuckin' life! I'm so fuckin' happy, when we park I'm gonna find a field of flowers and start singin' The Sound of Music." No one responded to my harsh sarcasm.

"Ignore 'er." Rick instructed. "She's off her meds."

"You're what?" Martinez asked.

"Michaela, that's dangerous." Aaron informed.

"Why did you stop taking your medicine?" Rosita asked.

"EVERYONE JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' CAKEHOLES!" I snapped. "It's my life, and I'll do with it as I please. If I don't wanna take my fuckin' meds, I'll stop takin' 'em." I sat up in my seat and glowered at Carol. "And don't get any dumbass ideas and try to drug my ass. I've done flushed my meds and if I find out you're druggin' me again, I will turn ya into a human anatomy project."

"Michaela, that's enough." Rick growled. I rolled my eyes and returned to resting my head on the couch.

"Daryl," Michonne spoke up. "I don't know what is going on between you two, but you two need to make up. I don't like it when she's like this."

"Oh, Michonne," I tittered. "I'm no different than I was a few days ago."

"Yes you are, you've changed, Michaela. You're-"

"Angry? Bitchy? Crazy? I could go on if you'd like. I'm the craziest, angriest bitch in all of Virginia, get used to it."

"You two need to make up, and you need to be put back on your medicine."

"The fuck I do. And what's goin' on between Daryl and I is our business, not yours, not anyone's. Get out of my fuckin' business, sit in your fuckin' seat, shut up, keep your eyes forward, and leave me the fuck alone." Rick pulled the RV over and honked his horn, causing the two cars behind us to honk back.

"Let's go." Rick spoke up. Everyone stood to their feet and grabbed their weapons before climbing out of the RV. "Aaron, Rosita, you start here. We'll peel off every quarter mile, meet back here in a couple of hours and see what we got. Everyone stay in groups of two, I find out anyone's out on their own, they ain't gonna like what I've gotta say." Everyone quickly began to get into pairs. Rosita and Aaron, Gabriel and Martinez, Abraham and Sasha, Carol and Maggie, Glenn and Heath, Rick and Michonne, Jesus and Andy, leaving Daryl and I standing off along the road in silence. Great. I had a feeling he did this on purpose. I saw him and Carol talking when everyone was getting into their groups, but he quickly brushed her off.

"Well," I sighed. "looks like you're stuck with me." Daryl grunted in response as he looked down at his feet. "Alright then, lets go."

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None of us spoke to each other, we just did our job. We took out at least ten walkers each, maybe more, but none were even close to being a spitting image of Gregory. Too decayed, too young, too old, wrong gender, every one a dead end. I let out a frustrated sigh and tossed a dead walker off to the side. "How long have ya been off your meds?" Daryl finally spoke.