Young God | Daryl Dixon |

.2

Before being alone you would've never caught me outside at night, or just walking around. But here I am, walking to terminus hoping to get there before sunrise. I was always cautious around new people, but terminus didn't have a good feeling to it, it reminds me of terminate. I'll come through the back and sneak in, and check the place out before I make my presence known.

I decided to not stop, if I want to get there while it's still dark I can't stop for anything. It's dark but the moon is bright enough for some light.

I miss having watch at the prison and I could just sit there and look at what little stars the world would provide me and wonder what I would have been doing if this wasn't reality, I never get far with that because I either get sad or pissed off.

I decided do start jogging, as I was moving faster, I felt lighter on my feet and thought of my past, how I got to where I am now and the people who helped me,  my train of thought was interrupted as there was a walker in front of me so as I ran past it, decapitating it, I think "fuck you" I have a deep hatred for those things.

Daryl once asked me why it didn't phase me to kill another person or walker without remorse, guilt, or ever shed a tear unlike other women in our group. My answer was simple, they won't hesitate to end my life, neither will I.

Like when Shane tried to kill me.

I saw him aiming at someone I called my brother. so I put my gun up to the back of his skull and said "do it you dick, I dare you" and he turned around and snapped my gun out of my hand and kicked my knee. I fell to my knees and as I did so he tried to shoot me in the head, I moved out of the way just in time and pulled out my knife from my shoe and went for his feet. I cut his ankle and punched him in the dick. I got up and ran. I ran back to camp to tell dale, or Daryl, or someone but little did I know dale saw the whole thing, and Shane wasn't done with me.

Shane always had a hatred for me. Why? I never got to find out. After I ran back to camp dale started asking me if I was okay, Shane came out of the woods with my some what brother and tried to say that I fired that bullet and I tried to kill him. It didn't work, not only because dale witnessed it, but because Daryl knows I didn't carry a gun with me at the time, I didn't know how to use one and I didn't want to. Now, you could say that I'm really fucking good with a gun.

Shane marched up to me and punched me dead in the face, I fell and he got on top of me. "How dare you put a gun to an officers head." He went to punch me but he was pulled off, I got up while he was being held back. No one was holding me back so I went to punch him, he got out of the persons grip but didn't block in time, I had hit him in his big ass nose.

"Bullseye." I said smirking. "I'm gonna kill you." He threatened as blood dropped down his face. "I'd like to see you try, asshole." I spit at him, breathing heavily waiting for his next move. He lunged at me, I spun around, making us switch places. He stumbled thinking he was going to grab me but I moved, I grabbed my throwing knife and waited for his next move. My neighbor before taught me how to fight when her and her husband learned I was getting abused. I wasn't scared of anyone, and I wasn't afraid to die. Death was something that will inevitably happen.

He came at me again but with more anger and fire, I ducked but held his arm, I brought my foot up to the Dales RV to push me up and swung one leg around Shane's neck, I was trying to swing us to the ground and maybe I could scissor hold him and choke him to death, or until he learns not to fuck with me.

I wasn't always this violent. I wasn't always like this, but people like him made me like that, if I wasn't I'd be dead.

At this moment I used all my weight to swing us around and he was on the ground and I was on top of him, I moved so my knee was on his one arm and my foot was on the other. He had no way out. I bent down and put my knife to his throat.