The Walking Dead

Chapter 11

PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!

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Daryl's form was shaking with fury as Rick told me what happened. I allowed the words to process slowly through my brain. Merle... was left behind... and he might be dead... that upsets Daryl.... so he will draw away...

"Well, if he's in the town then let's just go back and get him." I swung my crossbow over my shoulder with slowed movements. "He might not be dead." I added when Rick opened his mouth. "And for the sake of us all, lets hope he is." I mumbled.

"Why are you so slow now?" Daryl asked gruffly.

Jeez, Way to be nice about it. I thought. "One of the aftereffects of my medication is that my movements get slower. The effect should wear off by the time we reach the town."

"They better. I don't want a brat who's just gonna slow us down and get us killed tagging along." Daryl muttered.

My lips pressed into a thin line as the words swam through my brain. Wow.. that hurt. "It's nice to know that that is how you actually feel about me. Now you can stop lying to me." I whispered.

"Faith, wait-" Daryl set a hand on my shoulder, pleading with me.

"No. You've said how you truly feel. I.. I'll just go with you guys on this one run. But don't expect me to stick around for long." I said stiffly.

"I'm so-" Daryl tried again.

I placed my hands under his arm and twisted, leaving his arm shoved up against his chest, my hands resting firmly on his wrist. "Do not attempt to apologize. I've offered to help find your brother, who has been nothing but a sexist ass to me. When, and if I am ready to accept your apology. I will tell you." I glared up at him.

"Let's go." I muttered, walking towards the green car that sat waiting for us. On the way there, I pulled off my shirt, and slipped on my weapons, the black elastic fabric stretching across my skin. My shirt landed in a pile on the mattress as I blazed through camp.

"Faith! What are you doing!?" Lori called after me, chasing.

"I'm going on a run with the men." I grunted.

"You were just sick young lady! Go back to bed r-!" Lori ordered.

"Don't. Don't order me around like I'm your daughter. I'm going on this run, and you won't stop me. When I come back, I won't stick around for long. And you can blame Daryl for that." I spat.

Lori gaped up at me, with fright in her eyes. Guilt slunk through me, as I apologized. My eyes closed as I took deep breaths. I think my eyes turned that bright green color again. "I am sorry ma'am." I gritted, walking away before she could answer me.

I slammed the door to the car, the sound echoing across the silent camp as they watched me. "I sincerely hope there will be walkers on this run." I muttered.

"Now why would you hope for that?" A voice asked.

I jumped and spun around, placing two daggers at the neck of the person who spoke. "Glen," I sighed. "don't scare me. I could have easily taken your head off with a slash of my wrists."

He gulped, "Uh, could you remove your weapons from my neck please?" His voice was a little to high pitched for him, due to the nervousness that was probably coursing through his body.

"Sorry." I said, slipping my daggers back into their holders strapped to my forearms.

"Again, why do you wish there will be walkers on this trip?" He repeated.