"DIXON!" I jolted up off the ground and looked around the room, my eyes finally landing on Abraham, who laid on his stomach a few feet away from the fire, everyone was laughing, including Daryl. "DIXON, I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YA!" Abraham snarled.
"For tyin' your shoes together?" I snickered.
"Damn fuckin' right!"
"I think your shoes should be the least of your problems." Michonne smiled. Abraham looked up at Michonne in confusion.
"Abraham," Rosita smiled. "you got a little something on your face." Abraham kicked off his shoes and dug around through the bags until he found a piece of a mirror Eugene had picked up along the side of the road.
"YA WROTE ON MY FACE?" Abraham growled.
"I dunno what you're talkin' about, Cockblock." I laughed, mocking the bold writing on his forehead. Abraham roughly rubbed his forehead, but the words didn't come off.
"It ain't comin' off!"
"What do ya expect? It's called permanent marker for a reason." Abraham glared over at me. "Ya know, you're a heavy sleeper when you've been drinkin'."
"I swear to God, I'll fuckin' kill ya for this."
"Whatever ya say, Cockblock." I rose to my feet and smiled. "Who's hungry? I make the best Lumbricus Terrestris Lo Mein."
"Isn't that-" Eugene began.
"It's a delicious meal that will satisfy everyone's hunger." I glared at Eugene
"I'll go with ya." Daryl volunteered.
"Sweet, the more hands the better." Daryl and I collected our weapons and opened the barn door. "Ho-ly shit." Broken trees surrounded the property along with severed walker body parts, and some walkers still alive on the ground or impaled on the sharp jagged pieces of tree trunks that stuck up out of the ground. "Looks like we got some straightline wind last night."
"Looks like it." Daryl nodded. I picked up one of the empty water jugs from beside the door before turning to Rick.
"We'll be back in an hour." Rick nodded and Daryl and I shut the door behind us.
"Lumbricus Terrestris Lo Mein?" Daryl chuckled. "Why didn't ya just tell 'em they're gonna be eatin' worms?"
"Ya knew?"
"Where in the hell are ya gonna get stuff to make real Lo Mein?"
"True, besides Eugene, I wasn't sure anyone else got what I was sayin'."
"I'm not complainin', I had a few worms yesterday, ain't the first time I've ate live worms."
"Live?" I chuckled. "Nah, we're havin' fried worms, tastes better. Kinda like a cross between potato chips and jerky. And since we still have some seasonin' from the last house we stayed at, it'll be even better." I knelt down on the ground by a bare spot in the dead grass. The dirt had turned to mud, and was a perfect spot to start digging.
"How do ya even cook 'em?" Daryl asked as he knelt down beside me. "Do ya just stick 'em in a pan and fry 'em?"
"Sure, if ya want a bad taste in your mouth afterwards." I pulled out my knife and began to dig, quickly unearthing worms and tossing them into the jug. "Ya gotta clean 'em first. Soak 'em in water so they will expel the grit from their gizzards. Then we gotta dehydrate 'em with salt so they won't explode while cookin'. We add whatever seasonin's we want in that process, too. Then we toss 'em in the pan, cook 'em and bon appetite."
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Surviving Terminus (BOOK TWO IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)
Fanfiction*FOLLOWS ALONG WITH THE SHOW* Michaela and Tara have been on their own since the battle for the prison. Not a single sign of the rest of the group has been seen, leaving them to survive the harsh winter alone, wondering if they'd ever see the rest o...
