The Winged Angel

Chapter Two

It doesn't matter how many times I try to get it out of my head. I can't stop thinking about how they left him there. They left him chained on that roof overnight. I could never imagine doing that to somebody else over a fight.

Like always I sleeping when Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog went to get the other Dixon.

I sat up on my cot contemplating if I should go and join the group and stay where my thoughts are my own. 

Lifting the blanket on my bare left I made my way over to my pile of clothes. I decided on basic skinny jeans and a tank top. To pull off these simple outfits I grabbed my combat boots as I go nowhere with those bad boys.

Stepping out of the tent proved to be harder every day. The blinding sun hit my bright blue eyes instantly making me close my eyes and rub them in protest. When my eyes decided to stop watering I noticed small groups of people having small talk or doing chores. Our big dysfunctional family. It's a day like the rest.

My body was still sore from the beating I received on the behalf of Ed. I honestly don't know if I will tell one of the Dixons or not. I haven't checked my face to see any bruises from the incident. But, I'm sure when they learn of it they will have a nice talk with Ed.

Mindless wandering around camp trying to find something to do, I noticed Amy and Andera were fishing. I could already picture the big smiles on their face. Those two have brought up a few times how they would go out with their father. 

Personally, though, I wasn't a huge fisher. Sometimes I'd go out with my grandparents during the week but that all changed when mom died. 

Not only did dad prevent us from seeing family but they didn't want to see us. 

Shaking my head, I made a bee-line back to the orange tent to grab a spare hunting knife. I didn't see myself being helpful to anyone else in the camp. So, this would be a perfect time to hunt while Daryl is out.

I hated the look of Merel's abandoned things. I started to miss his slide comments. Even though half the time they were rude or uncalled for, he was good at lighting the mood. I see him in a different light than the rest of the group. I know some of the horrible things he had to do for himself and his younger brother.

I understand them and they understand me.

I made my way out of the tent after I got the trusty hunting knife. I rolled my eyes knowing I would have to tell somebody I was going out. Shane was the first person I saw so I decided I could inform him of the decision.

I truly dislike this made. The first time I meet him he had this overly cooky feeling. Not to mention a very cold demeanor. 

"Uh, Shane," I say making my way by the RV where he was messing with a gun with Lori by his side. The two seemed to be in a heated conversation and didn't notice my presence. "I'm going out hunting for a bit, mind as well get busy,".

This pop in causing both of them to look at me. Lori was looking at me as if she was grateful for me interrupting whatever they were talking about.

"And thanks for what you did to Ed back there." I never thanked Shane for what he did to Ed. Yes, I dislike both of them but, Shane didn't have to step in if he didn't want to.

 To my surprise, he smiled "Not a problem, Sweetheart." Rolling my eyes at the pet name, I turned around. To make my way to the wooded area.

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At this point, I've been in the woods for a few hours and I don't care if I can't find anything to kill. The tension in the camp has been very high since that man in the sheriff hat had shown up. But I can't help but feel all the animals have disappeared.