↠Silent, But Deadly↞

↠IsThisCourting?↞

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February 22nd, 2017//Edited

03x02 Episode: "Sick"

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Chapter 50: ↠IsThisCourting?↞

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The moment I woke on up, I rose to level myself. Daryl was sleeping beside me, a pistol just placed beside at the metal end table that we found in the office before. Silently pulling my boots on up, do I grab my pack. Throwing it over my shoulders along with my bow, silently walking down the stairs to covering it.
Seeing T-Dog with a chair up on top do I whistle for insurance that he will not shoot.

"Did good today."
He said, sliding his hand back and around to do our cheerly little handshake. Having us both chuckle in enjoyment, he jumped up to his feet before running on off. And the moment he returned, did I realize what he was doing.
He had gotten me a seat.

"Don't blame Rick for killing him."
"We don't know what these fuckers were capable of. That man could have murdered a family, we don't have their papers."
Nodding along do I just whip on out the pack of cigarets and T laughed in joy. Handing him one did he instantly put it in his mouth for me to light it for him.
"Best damn find."
"Amen."
I said, giving myself my own pleasure. Sucking in the heated air and only releasing when I could no longer hold it. The slight breeze was nice, along with the small conversations that pulled around. Just imaginary ideas that we could built in this place.

"Seeing a life here...Might just make it worth the work tomorrow."
"Started on that pile on over there the first morning...Not much but get a few people together, we can clear this in an hour."
"Syfen some gas in the front parking lot as well...Gotta a lot of plans."
He finished on his cigaret and I urged him to go off back to sleep, he tried to argue but looking on over to him did he just throw his hands up and thank me for the smoke. As I was about to take another, I took out the small little glow stone I had found long ago. Before taking out my notebook, this was the time where there were no jobs, nothing asked of me.

Humming to whichever song that was stuck in my head, did I completely miss Daryl strolling along towards me.
"Got you singin' now too. What happened to you bunny?"
"Finally happy...Not hit you yet?"
He grunted, leaning back in the chair. Seeing as the conversation wasn't going anywhere like it had with the last man that sit with me, I took out the box. Offering him one along with the light.

"Endless supply?"
"Five more packs."
"Good enough for the next search. Think we needa go huntin'?"
I shook my head, explains what me and T-Dog were discussing just before he came on over. He agreed, adding a few ideas to the pile before we needed up be silent.

"Got a nice singin' voice..."
Chuckling up into the air did I notice that two figures were walking in line up into the guard tower, only one possibility of who that might be. And Daryl laughed as well.

"I guess that one's taken."
He joked, pointing off to the other one in the distance, to be honest I didn't want to clear out anything just to...Do anything really, I liked my time right here.

"Wanna save it for another time?"
I suggested, he grunted in response. Peering on over did I just continue to write what happened today, just the clearing throughs. A sentence, maybe two. Getting Beth hooked on the idea of writing was just a given, she needed something to take her mind off of everything.

We shared that in common.

But then something crossed my mind as he hasn't spoken a word since my denial.