The Winged Angel

Chapter Seven

We have been driving for a little while now.

During the night Daryl and I would go to sleep in the RV with others but that became annoying the second I step foot in there.

Not only does that RV reak but it's cramped with people I'm not exactly close to.

Shane has been rambling on and off about going to Fort Bending. At this point though most of the group agreed we should take this risk.

Yes, we are always living in the moment but that's how it was before shit hit the fan. Instead, we are being chased by the dead.

Either way, the world has always been dead in one way or another when you think about it.

Global warming...

Overpopulation...

Drug epidemic...

Should I go on? No? That's what I thought.

Currently, I'm sitting out riding with Daryl. To be completely honest that thing hurts my ass.

So, here I am sitting with smelly people in the RV.

"Let's play goldfish!" Someone yelled from the back of the RV. 

As much as I would love to play a card game I was currently sharpening the knife Daryl lent me. Even though it was Merel's it was still a very kind gesture.

"I'll pass, I'm trying to get this dull knife to be able to do real damage," I say not turning around. 

After Andrea showed how she wanted to stay back at the CDC everyone thought it was a good idea to take her weapons away. I don't agree with this.

In this new world, it isn't hard to get yourself killed. In fact, it is incredibly easy thanks to the dead. They should have let her keep something. We all need to defend ourselves and yet they take her items.

A few minutes after sharpening my knife the RV came to a stop. Putting my knife into its holder I looked out the window.

There were a lot of abandoned cars. Just imagine all the stories each and every one of those cars hold. Each and every one of them had a destination in mind to which it didn't make it to.

Everyone started to pile out of the RV to figure out why we had come to a stop but it wasn't hard to guess. 

Not only was this RV a shit box but we we're among several hundred cars. 

The group had determined the hose was once out again. Nice. 

Rick ordered us to search the surrounding cars as they tried to figure out a short-term solution.

Imagine all the treasure you could find in these cars.  It would be nice to find some fresh clothes. 

I started to make my way over to an older beaten-down white car. Making my way to the front door I popped the trunk right away. 

Money shot! The trunk had quite a variety of clothing. The first one was this sweater with angel wings on the back. Just like Daryl's vest. 

I snatched this beautiful black sweater up within a heartbeat. 

Before I could search more through the car someone put their hand over my mouth preventing me from screaming. "Shhh," some said in a low grump before I was pushed under the car. 

Daryl quickly made his way under as he was the one that scared the living shit out of me.

Then a lone walker started to make its way past the car. 

"Dick." I simply stated before slapping his arm.

As more and more started to make their way through here more of the group started to make their way under the parked cars.