ALONE TOGETHER (Daryl Dixon) ¤{ R E W R I T I N G }¤

chapter 17⚡

Jordan's POV
It has been six weeks with us moving around in the large moving van, hoping to find somewhere safe.

Hershal has brought me a few books to read, Maggie and Glenn have come to talk to me a lot. Even Carl has come to talk to me about anything.

I should be allowed to walk on my ankle today. Hershal hasn't cleared me, but I cleared myself because I know when to stop.

I am currently trying to get my combat boot on my foot that doesn't have a makeshift cast. I'm standing in the bland moving truck that is full of supplies and next to the designated sleeping bag that they didn't want me to move from.

I began to slowly put weight on my hurt ankle. I just want to get out and help the group again. Not be a burden. I began to limp around in the moving truck to find that the pain isn't unbearable.

I limped the the back and jumped out. I winced when a stabbing pain shot up my ankle. I straitened up and leaned against the truck for extra support.

I noticed that everyone was sitting around the campfire, eating and talking. I sighed while looking at them, I don't want to get cought because they will send me back to the truck. I walked, more like limped, to a tree that was neer the truck. My bow was over my shoulder.

I sighed and leaned back. The group could be trying to find a safe place where they could live happily and not have to worry about dieing all the time.

But they're not, because I'm hurt. They're not safe because I'm a burden. I sighed and leaned back against the tree.

I have a lot to think about.

Would they be better off without me? Is Katy really dead? Is she looking for me? Would the group care if I left? Should I leave?

I sat against the tall pine tree for at least 20 minuets. Contemplating weather or not I should leave. I mean, I can walk on my ankle with little to no pain. I can shoot. I have medical knowlagr. I can survive.

I should leave. As soon as I can walk better, I'm leaving with minimal supplies. They won't miss me. Just as I was about to go back to the moving truck, I heard Maggie shout.

"Jordan's gone!" Damn her big mouth.

"What!? Where could she have gone!?" That was Glenn.

"I can track her." Daryl told them calmly. Damn it, I couldn't cover my tracks because of this big ass boot.

I knew that they where going to find me either way, so I began making my way back to them.

"Jordan!" I heard people shouting out my name, only to be shushed by people like Rick and Daryl.

Soon enough, there where several flashlights being shone in my eyes.

"Can you lower the lights so I don't go blind please?" I asked them as I covered my eyes.

"Where where you?" Rick asked me. He seemed irritated.

"If you go back that way," I pointed toward my tree with my bow. "There's a tree, about 100 paces back."

They all looked less than impressed. Maggie grabbed me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Why didn't you tell us where you where?" She exclaimed into my shoulder.

"Because..." I started, "if you knew that I was walking around, you would send me back to the truck." She pulled away, her bright green eyes boring into mine. It was like we where having a staring contest at that moment. Just as I was about to look away, she switched her sights on my right leg.

"Why where you walking anyways?" She stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. A clear look of disappointment on her face.

"How would you feel if you have been trapped in the same van for six weeks? Especially when your hurt?" I asked her, putting extra emphasis on the word hurt. She immediatly uncrossed her arms, then looked down, ashamed at accusing me.

"I'm sorry, Jordan." She mumbled softly.

"Plus," I began again, "I have medical training too. I can assess my own wounds. And from what I can tell. My ankle is almost completely heald, I just need to strengthen it again." I was feeling mighty prideful at my mini Speach.

"I'll be the judge of that!" Hershal quipped in a playful manor from behind her.

"Well, I think you'll see that my self assessment is correct." I told him in a tome that shows I am completely positive of myself.

In reality, I wasn't completely positive of myself. I just don't want to be a burden. And if they can start moving again, I might not have to leave.

"Let's get back to camp." I told everyone, looking at the ground.

"Do you want to use me as a crutch?" Rick asked when he noticed that Noone else offered to be a human crutch.

"No, my ankle is fine. I can make it back to camp without being a burden." He sighed and nodded.