My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

53- A New Hope

"I don't know why the fires still burning." Rick observed, looking into the woods.

It had been a while. Enough time for me to calm down, and enough time for everyone to feel relief.

Everyone had discussed the events that had taken place at Terminus. All of which would never stop haunting me.

"Either be the butcher, or the cattle." Carol had explained that one of the Terminus people said that.

Cannibals. That was what they were. They had a good set up. Lure people to their deaths by promising them hope. Something that any good survivalist would fall for. It is only human nature to want to survive.

"It is." Carol agreed.

I sat on the steps next to Daryl, his arm around me as we mourned for his unborn nephew and my sister.

"Yeah. We need to go."

"Yeah but where?" Daryl asked.

"Somewhere far away from there." Rick muttered.

We all started to gather our things, and we all started to slowly mingle together into one big group.

Slowly we made out way onto the train tracks. All of us holding a weapon in case we came across any unwanted visitors.

I walked beside Daryl carefully, just to avoid tripping onto the train tracks. I looked up and saw the Terminus sign, one that had led us here. And shook my head.

"Where do you think we're gonna go?" I asked.

Daryl looked like he was pondering the thought carefully. "A white wooden house, with a nice big porch where everyone could sit. A bit old fence surrounding us so we're safe, and not a worry in the world."

I smiled at his dream, wishing we could all lay around on a porch and relax with everyone safely present.

"I wish." I chuckled.

"Keep the dream alive, and keep the hope present. Thats how we get through this right?" He asked.

I nodded in agreement. That was the best way to go about it in my opinion.

Terminus was done. We had lost people along the way, but we had gained new friends as well. I looked behind my to see Rick drawing on the sign, probably scratching out all that was on it

But it was over.

I looked up at the solid blue sky and sighed. "Whats wrong?" Daryl asked quietly, reaching for my hand.

"It's going to be okay." I said, cracking a small hopefully smile.

Daryl's eyebrows furrowed in my thought, and I chuckled. "Taylor's dead. Jason's dead. My father, Merle, Andrea, Hershel, Dale, Lori, T-Dog and many more."

I paused looking back up at the sky. "And that's not okay. We never should have lost those people, but we did. And there's nothing we can do now but mourn and fight."

We carried on in silence for a while after that, our feet being the only sound that we made as we traveled. For hours we walked. My feet grew sore, my mouth became dry, and my stomach growled, but I knew everyone else was just as hungry as me.

It was nearly nightfall before Rick stopped and looked around at the clearing we found. "It's not great, but it will do." He mumbled as he plopped his bag to the floor. "Everyone take their time, rest up, share whatever food and water you have. In the morning, we'll start scavenging."