Marching With the Dead (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

•Chapter 12•

•Chapter 12•

•Daryl's POV•

I couldn't believe my eyes. Did she really just let him kiss her? She lied to me. She lied to everyone. Why was she so against them, but is kissing one?

I passed by her door and was about to enter when I saw through the small window that she was talking with him. I watched intently and found that she lied about her acting.

Soon, David headed for the door. I waited for the right moment to break his neck, but I was too much in shock to do anything. He had a smile on his face when he closed the door behind him. He glanced at me and stood there, staring at me.

"Daryl?" he whispered in a confused voice. I pushed him aside and reached for the door handle. I shoved the heavy door open to see Grace giving me a confused look like David.

"You're some piece of work," I pointed at her. "What the hell are you talking about?" she stood up. "You know what I'm talking about. That lil' scene you just played out. Merle was right about you. Stupid bitch," I snarled as I started for the door again.

David stood by the exit looking at me with his mouth slightly agape. I gave him a death glare and walked away. "Daryl, get your ass back over here!" I heard Grace call, but I ignored her.

Her footsteps began to ring louder as she ran after me. She grasped my wrist and spun me around. "You listen here. Why don't you confirm what's going on before you start shouting at me for something harmless. Do you think I want to stay here?" she said like she was scolding me.

"Then leave! No one needs you here! You're jus' a waist of space," I shouted in her face. She took a step back and stared at me. I knew I shattered her. I would never be able to get her trust back now.

Grace let out a heavy sigh and stalked to her room where David stood. I glared at her back and then walked to my room. Inside lay Merle in his bed with a book in front of his face.

"What's wrong, lil' brotha? The bitch broke your heart?" he smirked. I gave him a glare like I did David and grabbed my crossbow. "Where the hell you goin'?" he asked starting to sit up.

"They asked me to go take watch," I lied. I had other plans. I was going to do something that Grace and I have been planning to do since we got here. Leave.

•Grace's POV•

David left with no word after staring at me for a few moments. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. Tears were starting to lubricate my eyes. It hurt that I could trust no one anymore. Daryl was the only one I would escape with.

My thoughts were then interrupted by my door opening and closing. I rose my head slightly to see a large silhouette coming towards me. I was about to ask who it was when a hand clasped over my mouth.

"Grace, don't scream," I heard a raspy voice. Daryl. He slowly lifted his hand off my face. I looked over him fully and saw his crossbow strapped to his back. "What do you want?" I asked turning away from him and pulling the sheets up to my chin.

"We're getting outta here," he sighed starting to shuffle around my room. My body shot up as I looked at him gathering my stuff. "I told Merle I was taking watch so this is the perfect opportunity to jump the fences. C'mon, get your stuff together," he said handing me my bag. I slowly took it and stared up at him.

Is he still mad about earlier? If he was, he would of just left without me. I pulled the sheets from my body and put my bare feet on the rug. "Daryl," I called, but he kept throwing things on my bed. "Daryl," I said louder. He looked up at me while he held a t-shirt in his hand.

"Did you plan this?" I asked shrugging my shoulders. "No. Jus' c'mon. I need ya for this," he sighed shoving my clothes in the bag I had. I rubbed my face with my hand as I stood up.

"You said you knew where they hid their food and ammo," Daryl said handing me my stuffed booksack. I threw it over my shoulders and stared at him. I was still dressed and the only thing I needed to put on was my combat boots. I rushed to grab my socks an put them before I did the same with my boots.

"C'mon," I said heading for the door. I checked my belt to make sure I had my knives in their sheaths. Daryl was right on my heels as I opened the door quietly. I turned to him and pressed my index finger to my lips.

I started to dash down the halls back to where I remember where David showed me the supplies. Daryl stayed by me and followed my exact moves.

Would Merle come looking for us again? Hopefully, since Daryl didn't park the car we had when we went out on the run we could make it out quickly. We would have to get out of here quietly and cover our footprints.

I turned a corner sharply and saw the double doors leading to the pantry of food. Down the hall was the ammo so we'd have to hurry. I remember when David brought me here. Should we bring him? Could I trust him? I decide it was too much of a risk so I pushed the thought away.

I threw down the handle on the pantry and shoved it open. The room was dimly lit because of the lack of lights. Daryl made his way in and started to shove handfuls of food into his pack. "Don't make it too obvious," I whispered/shouted at him. He nodded his head and slowly grabbed the rest of the essentials.

I kept watch, but nothing opposed a threat. "That's enough. We can make a run once we get outta here," I announced to Daryl. He zipped up his bag and followed me to the armory.

I didn't know if there were guards taking watch through the halls so I took every step with caution. The hallways were lit with small lanterns placed a few yards in-between each other. Our footsteps were quiet as we neared the weapon storage.

Daryl was the one to open the metal door this time. It revealed shelves that displayed assault rifles, pistols, and other different blades of sorts. "Take anything you can carry on your back," Daryl said starting for the arrows. He grabbed a handful of bolts that lay in a bucket prepared for use. He didn't change out his crossbow since I guess he was too attached to it.

I headed for the knives and machetes. I collected some pocket knives along with some survival blades. I shoved one of the survival knives in an empty holster I had and turned to Daryl. He was at the doorway staring at me with his crossbow in his hands. Before following him, I put a pistol in my waistband along with a few clips in my bag and in the gun.

Daryl led the way now. He was bringing us to the garage near where we parked our SUV. We ran through the narrow hallways hoping not to bring attention to ourselves.

As we turned yet another corner, Daryl abruptly stopped making me smash into him. He didn't budge from my sudden force. I took a few steps back and peeked over his shoulder. There stood the curly haired man with his pistol raised at Daryl's head.

"I knew it," he scowled. With a quick motion, Daryl lifted his bow and pulled the trigger. The curly haired man fell face forward after the bolt appeared on his forehead. Daryl ran up to him and yanked the arrow out of the corpse.

I stood there staring at the body. "We couldn't let 'im live, Grace. He was going to blab his mouth or kill us both," he sighed. I blinked a few times before starting to run to the SUV again.

I have never been the cause of a man's death. Yeah, he was a cannibal, but I don't know. I didn't want anyone to die. I've seen people been killed before, but it wasn't my fault.

My thoughts kept me from concentrating on running. My pace was slowing as I stared at the wall in front of me.

"Grace, get your ass in gear and hurry the hell up!" I heard Daryl shout at me. My mind turned back to normal to see him staring at me with a worried look on his face. He grabbed my wrist and hauled me closer to the vehicle that was supposed to bring us to safety.