Surviving All Out War (BOOK FIVE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Lost And Found (SMUT ALERT)

     "Where in the hell have you two been?" Tobin asked as he walked towards us. "I've been looking everywhere for you two."

     "Out." I answered.

     "'Out'? That's all you've got to say? 'Out'?"

     "What else do ya want me to say, Tobin? That I was out buildin' a sandcastle on the beach?" I rolled my eyes and opened the hatch to the tuck bed. "We found a Savior cache. Stopped a few stragglers from divertin' the herd. You're welcome."

     "Does Rick know you left?"

     "No, and we're keepin' it that way until we say otherwise, so please keep your mouth shut." Tobin gently nodded. "Good, get someone to help ya unload this and get it in the armory. We'll sort it and distribute it later."

     "Who died and made you queen?" Bruce asked as he and Kent walked over towards us.

     "Bruce, don't make me fuckin' shoot ya again. Okay? I'm a fuckin' hormonal mess, a lot worse than I was when I was goin' fuckin' crazy. I'll do it, and I won't bat a fuckin' eye."

     "Michaela!" Tobin intervened. "I think you should just go back to your house. Now, Rick gave me the okay to leave the door unlocked during the day, but don't make me question that."

     "Seriously?" I chuckled. "Ya know what? Whatever. It ain't even worth the argument." I rolled my eyes. "Bruce, Kent, make yourselves useful and help unload the truck." Without another word, I quickly stormed off down the street to my house. I could sense Daryl watching me from the truck, wanting to run after me. I didn't want to see him. I couldn't believe Daryl would do something so fucking stupid. He almost got himself fucking killed because he decided to Indiana Jones it and jump at the last fucking second.

     "Michaela?" MJ called out from the living room as I slammed the front door shut. "You okay?"

     "I'm fine." I lied. "Just fuckin' peachy."

     "What happened? Did Daryl do somethin'?"

     "Nothin' happened." I sighed. "Why don't ya take Elijah to the library, see if there's any children's books there for 'em to read. By the looks of it, we're allowed to roam freely now."

     "Are ya sure?"

     "Yeah. Sorry, I just wanna be alone for a bit. Try and sort shit out in my head."

     "Ya know ya can talk to me about anythin', Michaela."

     "I know, but I'd just prefer to be alone for now."

     "Alright." MJ sighed and stood up from the couch. "Just- try and calm down, alright. Ya got gestational hypertension. Ya gotta calm down for the babies, okay?" I gently nodded and followed MJ up the stairs, leaving him to depart to my room.

     "Stupid fuckin' Dixon." I kicked the dresser with frustration. I took a deep breath and tried to force myself to calm down. After a few minutes of pacing back in forth, I finally walked off to the bathroom and turned on the shower and began to get undressed. A hot shower was exactly what I needed. The hot water seemed to melt away the stress, releasing the tension in my muscles and soothe the headache that was beginning to form.

     I quickly lathered my hair with a strawberry cream shampoo and gently massaged my scalp before rinsing the suds away and did the same with my berry scented body wash. I was finally content and smelled like a fruit parfait. I sighed with relief and turned off the water, grabbing a robe from the wall and climbing into it. It was so warm from hanging above the heater, just the way I liked it.