Love In Hell (D.D.)

1.54 "Crossbow Or She's Dead"

I felt someone carrying me. I slowly opened my eyes.

Daryl had me on his shoulders.

I groaned softly.

Daryl shook his head.

I saw his hands were tied and so were mine.

I got the hint from his head shaking and pretended to be still out.

Then i whispered quietly " Boot, knife"

Daryl nodded.

Suddenly he stopped. I heard a man and a gun cock.

Man " are you saying I should kill you? Or your girl?"

I could feel that he aimed it at me.

Man " I mean it, pull shit on us and she's dead. Right now, by me not pulling this trigger, is that a mistake? I'm serious. I really wanna know. You made a choice to kill for someone else, to have then owe you for a roof over your head and three squares, so maybe I'm not considering all aspects here. You tell me, am I being stupid?"

Daryl shook his head " no. Look, we got somewhere to be. We can make a deal. I can help you out. "

Man " you're one of them. You're hurt and you're afraid for her and you'd say anything. We should've never trusted you people to begin with. go on. Keep moving"

Daryl walked again.

They were mistaking us for someone else.

I opened my eyes a bit.

We were out of the woods and standing in front of a fence.

I really was afraid now and whispered " D?"

Suddenly he moved really fast, grabbed something and ran into the woods.

I could here someone shooting. And then I realized I got shot again. In my hip.

I yelled up.

Daryl " what's wrong?"

I cried out " saved your head by getting shot"

Daryl " shit, Ken"

He started to run but then stopped.

He put me down and opened my tied up hands.

I helped Daryl with his hands.

He took the walkie out " Sasha, Abraham,"

Nothing.

Then he pulled my shirt up.
Right into my hip.

Daryl " it didn't go through"

Me " If it had gone through you it would be stuck in the back of your head"

Daryl " we need t-"

Then we heard a walker.

I froze.

Daryl spun around and opened the bag.

Me " Daryl?"

It was coming closer.

He couldn't get the crossbow out.

Me "Daryl"

He shot it in the head.

I looked into the bag.

There was an Insulin box.

then i pressed my hand on the wound.

Daryl stood up.

My eyes widened, scared " where are you going? D- Don't leave me"

Daryl " I need to give it back. I'll come back for you. Now stay here"