𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. XIV - 《it might mean death》

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Diana wiped her sweaty brow with the hem of her shirt and plopped down next to her equally as sweaty father and immaculate mother.

The self-defense thing had been particularly tough that morning, seeing as the weather seemed straight out of Hell itself with only a slight breeze now and again, not to mention they started working on their stamina and endurance as well and that was always a mess of overheated body parts and sweat pouring rivers down one's body.

She groaned at the creakiness of her movements as she stretched her arms over her head and bent forward to stretch her hamstrings. She was going to be so sore from this, she just knew it. Worse thing was, she still had archery with Daryl after lunch. She'd been very physically active nowadays, and she was starting to hate it. Sure, she would be grateful or whatever at some point, but at what cost?

"...and she told me they got out by the skin of their teeth, can you imagine?"

"C'um caralho, filho da puta. They don't fucking look like the type."

"I know! I was so shocked, I thanked God we didn't go through that. But you see? Her bitch of a sister-in-law, 'cause that's what she is or was-"

Diana steeled herself and interrupted their conversation, "Hey, mami, pai, I got a question." She gulped hard and looked up at the two pairs of eyes that turned to her and very carefully formulated her next sentence, "I heard Glenn's volunteered to go on an experimental supply run to the city tomorrow, since he knows it really well and all that, and he'll be off after dawn breaks. Can I go?"

Sam shrugged nonchalantly and teased. "Sure, wishing you boyfriend good luck?"

Diana raised her eyebrows in surprise at the easy compliance while ignoring his comment completely. "Really?" Who knew they'd let her go on a run without making a big deal of it.

Irene narrowed her eyes and elbowed Sam on the side as he mindlessly tried to scratch an unreachable spot on his back. "I think she's asking if she can go with him, not see him off," she told her husband.

Diana had to wince at the way her father doubled back and widened his eyes at his wife and then her. She started chewing on the inside of her cheek out of agitation.

"You fucking joking? There's no way in hell you're going anywhere near that damn city, at least not alone with chinaboy, no fucking way in hell, you hear me?!" Sam barked down at Diana, having stood from his foldable chair and using the extra height to further intimidate her. "Might just take your fucking pony out of the rain right now."

"Okay, sit down, Samuel, Jesus Christ, do you want the entire camp to hear you?" Irene tugged her husband down until his butt hit the cloth of the chair. "You don't have to yell at the girl like that, Santo Cielo." Then she turned on Diana. "But really, what was going on inside your head when you thought of that?

"You wanna go play Robin Hood? Wanna go around shooting at zombies just to prove you can, is that it? 'Cause if that's it, I will confiscate that thing from you, you hear me, I will take it away and only give it back when you run out of silly ideas and suicidal schemes. You've gotten your way too many times lately, and ignoring the fact that your way worked more or less, you gotta start acknowledging the people around you and how those ideas of yours affect them. And you gotta acknowledge that we are your parents and we are responsible for your safety and well-being.

"You wanna go off into the city with Glenn, yes? And what if something happens to you out there and you get hurt or worse. What if you die out there, and we have to live with the heartbreak of having our daughter dead before her time and the knowledge and the guilt that we were the ones who let you go on your little crusade, is that what you want? Is that it?"