The New World 2

Ch.3

A/N: Sensitive Subject

When nightfall hit Dale was on top of the RV while Sabrina, Carol, Andrea and Daryl were all inside of the RV. Carol was is the back crying herself to sleep while Andrea was putting her gun together and Daryl was laying on the floor. Sabrina came out of the bathroom to see Daryl getting up from the floor looking determined and agitated.

"I need my clip now." He said to Andrea as he put his crossbow over his shoulder.

Andrea handed it to him and then he said. "I'm gonna walk the road. Look for the liddle girl."

"I'll come to." She said giving Andrea a stern stare.

"Got yer weapons?"

"Right here." Sabrina said patting her knife holster and her ninja throwing knife pouch around her thigh.

The two exited the RV with their flashlights on and Daryl informed Dale that the two were going to go in the woods to look for Sophia again. Once they got into the woods Sabrina pulled out her knife just in case something happened.

"Do you think we'll find Sophia?"

"Are ya doubting that will find her?"

"No. Trust me, I have as much faith as you do in this matter..."

"But?"

"But there's this little part in me that knows something happened to her."

"Shorty, yer female intuition stuff is wrong."

"Anyway..." I said getting ready to change the subject. "How do you know the woods so well?"

"Why are you askin' me?"

"I'm just trying to have some kind of conversation. How about you tell me and I'll tell you anything that you wanna know. Deal?"

"Deal." He said as we shook hands then started walking again.

"I was younger than the liddle girl when I got lost in the woods. Nine days in the woods eating berries, wiping my ass with poison oak."

"Didn't your parents worry?"

"My old man was off on a bender with some waitress. Merle was doing another stint in juvie. Didn't even know I was gone. I made my way back though. Went straight into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. No worse for wear. Except my ass itched somethin' awful. Only difference is Sophia's got people lookin' for her. I call that an advantage."

"What about your mom?"

"She was a drunk. One night she was smoking an' fell passed out an' burnt the house down, killin' herself."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Soon there was a noise that put the two in high alert, with their weapons drawn they followed the noise. They came to a clearing and found a miniature campsite and a walker hanging from a tree.

"What the..."

Daryl went up to the tree to examine the walker and read the note. "Got bit. Fever hit. World gone to shit. Might as well quit. Dumbass didn't know enough ta shoot himself in the head. Turned himself into a big swingin' piece a bait. And a mess."

"Daryl please." Sabrina ground out.

"What?" He asked turning around. "You alright?"

"I think I'm gonna hurl."

"Go ahead if ya gotta."

"Can we just change the subject please. How'd you learn to use that?"

"Ya gotta eat. That's one thing these walkers and us have in common. I guess it's the closest he's been ta food since he turned. Look at 'im, hangin' up there like a big pinata. The other geeks came an' ate all the flesh off his legs."