Fighting for a Broken Life (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter Three

I sat in my tent using my knife to draw on my forearm it hurt, but nothing i cant handle. I was still dazed by my out burst not even Glenn will talk to me so now I'm alone with a group of people. I wanted to leave, i really did but something unseen was keeping me here. i grab my bow and crawl out of my tent heading for the woods. Lori was by the fire staring off into space.

I shake my head and keep moving, i shot any animal i saw, so far i have, 7 rabbits, 13 squirrels, 6 ducks, and a hog. the hog was heavy ill give it that. i grunted as i head back to camp, i stumble when visions of the wreck attacked me all at once. i shake my head and force my self to continue. My breathing was heavy, and i began to wonder it i would ever make it back.

Sweat poured down my face and made my tank top sticky. I head a twig snap and knew it was to big to be a squirrel. i drop the hog and pull my knife out. The moans that came from the walker, set me on edge. It was close really close, but i couldn't see it. I look around then it came into view. I wake towards it and stab my knife into its eye like it was butter.

i pull my knife out and whip it on its cloths. i walk back towards the hog but a small group of walkers were eating it, and my footsteps got there attention. "Oh Fuck," i say and quickly ran towards the meadow where i had killed the deer. i pulled my bow out and shot one after the other tell i was out of arrows, there was three left. i curse myself, and stab one to have one grab onto me.

He snapped at me and i struggled to push him away. "I'm... not... for... eating," i said between grunts to get him off and with all my force pushed him away into the other. i quickly killed them and stood up looking at my handy work. i was breathing hard and ready to pass out. i stumble back to camp, as if nothing happened, but all the blood on my face, and cloths said other wise. i had grabbed my arrows before coming back.

"What happened to you," Dale asked in shock and fear. "I had a tea party with a bunch of walkers" i say sarcasticly. I walk over to the table and drop the animals on the table in front of Carol and walk back to my tent, and use some alcohol to scrub the blood off.

I carve my arm with the knife and jump when someone walked in. Daryl stopped and stared at me and then my arm. My eyes wide as he stares at me. "What ya doin" he yell grabbing my arm. "Nothin I" i began as he grabbed my arm in anger. He grabbed the do-rag out of his back pocket and whipped the blood off my arm. I whence when he applies pressure, he growls when i try and pull away. "Thought ya were bit when i wanted in," he growled in anger. I stay quiet watching him.

Why did he care, why was he even in here. "wha do ya want" i asked softly. "Merles goin on a run with a group and wanted ta know if ya'd come huntin with me," he grumbled taking the alcohol on my arm making me whimper and try and pull away. "Ya should have thought of that before ya cut yer self" he growled. "Let go," i beg trying to pull my hand away. "Stop yer fussin" he ordered. i did as told but didn't mean i liked it.

"Why ya want me ta huntin with ya, ya go alone half the time anyway," i said. "Thought ya wanted ta get away from them" he whispered so i almost didn't hear. "Why would ya care," i asked? "I don't the real reason was because Shane doesn't want people wandering off on there own, and yer the only hunter," he said, something about the way he said it made me think he was lying, but i didn't pry.

"Then if ya don't care why ya fixin me up" i ask? "Can't go if yer dead" he growled. Ok that hurt. I yank my arm away from him and curl up in a ball. "i need a nap first" i grumble. "Fine then" he said and laid down next to me. i was shocked even if he had his back to me. i smiled a small smile and closed my eyes happy.

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