The Survivors of Dawn

The hunt

"That's totally fucking bullshit! Why would I come after him! I never even met him!", I said in a disbelieving tone.

Rick nodded.

"Yeah. Most of what he says these days us bullshit..." Rick wasn't in a very good mood.

I sighed. "What do we do?", I asked.

"Well, for one, you might want to keep some distance between you and Shane. Second, try and be nice. Make friends." He said it like I was a 5 year old going into kindergarten.

"Alright, I will. Now, where's Daryl?", I asked.

Rick raised his eyebrows.

"Oh oh, no, not like that. I want to thank him."

"Oh", Rick relaxed. "He's out by that big oak tree to the far right of the barn."

I thanked Rick, then went outside. It was pretty nice out today. Sun shining down, blue sky, and a autumn breeze. It was a little cool, so I decided to grab my light jacket. I jogged back to the tent and walked over to my bag. It was all I had left of my past life. I squatted down and opened it.

The bag had 6 of my possessions: A bandana from my dad, a picture of my son, fiancé, and I in the hospital together on a hospital bed, all smiling. I had a black leather jacket, a gun, and a machete. Lastly, there's a drawing my son did. He was so small, but put a crayon in his hand, and BAM, refrigerator worthy. It's just some scribbles and stuff, but if you look at it the right way, you can see a woman with brown, straight hair pulled back into a ponytail holding her infant son.

I sighed. I missed my baby so much.

I grabbed my bag (XD it's a normal black monk handbag thing that slings over your shoulder)and opened the tent flap, then walked outside. I glanced around, then saw the tree. I saw at all figure sitting at the stump, cutting something. I began to jog over.

As I approached, Daryl looked up in a annoyance. "The hell do you want, pretty girl?"

I laughed quietly and blushed. "Pretty?"

Daryl turned a bright red and his eyebrows were suddenly knitted in concentration, trying to focus on what he was cutting.

I scooted closer." What are you making?", I asked curiously. Daryl rolled his eyes and got up.

"I came out here to get away from you people", he mumbled as he threw down what I now saw as a shark stick. I smirked.

"So getting away means hanging around girl's tents?" I asked. Daryl had his back to me.

"That was different." He said. I waited for him to say more, but nothing came out. I sighed and on a small smile.

"Well, I don't care how 'different', it is. I just wanted to thank you, for you know-"

Daryl turned around and stomped over to me." SAVING YOU STUPID ASS?! YEAH, THATS WHAT I DO. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled in my face. I stared at him blankly. Then I started to giggle. His anger melted away and was replaced with confusion.

"Why are you laughing?!", he demanded.

I stopped laughing. "The fact that you'll save my ass, then tell me to get lost when I try to thank you", I giggled.

Daryl looked at my funny, then turned and picked up his crossbow.

"You know how to hunt?"

~An hour later~

"So, like, what are we looking for again?", I asked in an annoyed tone. We were stomping through trees, well, I was. Daryl's footsteps, well, they weren't even footsteps, just light snapping on fallen branches.

Daryl motioned a finger to his lips. Ten I heard it. The rushing of a stream. I smiled. Daryl raised his crossbow and jumped through the bushes, disappearing from sight. I followed suit, and jumped though the leaves.

As I crossed through the underbrush, I saw Daryl on the side of the river.

"Oh", is all I could say.

~ so I'm going to write more of this later, I hope you guys are like this so far! - Brynn ~