The Winged Angel

Chapter Three

The group finally decided on where we would be going. The CDC was a go. It was a promising light at the end of the tunnel. But with this, we would be leaving Merle behind. Due to this, I have been on edge as we get closer and closer to leaving. A part of me hopes he comes back. 

But, we do need to think about everybody else well being. We have children that depend on us. I know he can survive on his own. He's a tough person.

What would happen if he came back here looking for us? What are we meant to do? If he does come back here for us I hope he finds his way to us.

Daryl walked into the tent we shared informing us it was time to go. He already collected his things with me being slower. I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander. 

Before I walked out I placed a note I wrote out for Merle informing him of our new plans. We left some of his items as they would be useless to us and cause more weight on our backs.

Of course, I made sure not to go into great detail on the plan just in case somebody else had come upon this letter. 

As I finally made my way out of the lonely tent, Rick ran up to me filling me in on what vehicles everyone would be in. During this conversation, he had brought up where Jim would be sitting. To provide him with as much comfort as possible they decided he got the bed in the back of the RV while others were simply in the front area. 

 Daryl explained how it because a big deal because everyone had different thoughts on bringing Jim along. Some thought he might be saved at the CDC others think he was about to get a kiss from the Angel of death.

I truly do feel bad for him. Either people are ignoring him or giving him false hopes about the CDC. I understand that they want to be kind and helpful but I feel the truth about the uncertainty is important. 

Not to mention if I CDC knew what to do the dead rising wouldn't be an issue now.

As Rick informed me earlier I was grouped with Daryl. I was happy to hear this as I'm not exactly close with anyone else.

I made my way to Daryl's beat-up-looking truck where Merle's bike sat nicely on the back. Although Merel would be pissed we took it we decided it was the best idea. Not only was Daryl's truck a shit bucket it had horrible fuel mileage. 

Neither Daryl nor I thought twice about it as we both non-stop begged Merel into letting us ride it around. Of course, Merle never let us in fear we would destroy his baby.

After we placed our things safely into the RV we made out way to the lone bike. He took his place with me taking the second seat placed behind his. 

The band of cars all started to make their way out of the place we use to call home.

Earlier I had peeked at the map to see how long this ride was going to be. and trust me, it's going to be a long one. Mind as well get cozy.

"So, uh," Daryl broke the silence after riding for about 10 minutes with his voice almost yelling.

 "How old were you when all this shit started?" He asked me. Surprising none of us have talked about how old we are. Never crossed our minds. These days it doesn't feel very relevant to be talking about that with the dead walking about.

Not to mention I never really liked talking about myself. But, we have nothing better to do.

"Well, my brother is 10 now and I was 10 when he was born so you can do the math," I say while laughing dryly. Lucky for him it is simple math that any child with basic schooling can do.

"When did you learn to use your crossbow?" I asked him to show my interest in keeping our conversation going.

He took a minute to gather his thoughts, "Subtract 10 years from your age, that's about when." He turned his head to the side to show me a smirk using math on me as well. Chucking I nodded my head.