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A Dream

I was greeted by the slobbery tongue of Pax and the sound of roosters. I laughed and praised him as I slipped out of my four poster bed and over to my closet. Grabbing a pair of military pants I found at an old army base and and black holster strap top that was made out of some type of spandex material I made my way down stairs.

Today after I finish my chores I was heading to and Petco to see if there was animal feed and then probably stop at a bookstore.

I made Pax a mix of steak eggs and kibble for breakfast while I finished the last of the homemade yogurt and granola. Then played tag in the yard for a while

After collecting eggs and feeding the hens, pigs and my one horse named Pistol I went to grab weapons from the what used to be the guest bedroom turned into an armory. I loaded an overnight bag and left  the front door open so Pax could go in or out. I normally bring him with me but I didn't know how dangerous or how long this would take and the last thing I need is to be worried about him.

I made it to Petco in record time and cleared it of walkers fairly easily. They had chicken and pig feed but nothing for Pistol which wasn't to big of a deal because I had to more bags of grain and could let him graise to. I went to load the to pallets into the back of my truck when I heard the sound of a car and a motorcycle.

Daryl used to ride a motorcycle. I never got to ride it with him much to my disappointment but I do have one at home that I'm still trying to build up the courage to take for a ride, just for him. I never think about them anymore, only in fleeting moments were I see something in the store Maggie would've liked or pass the Polaroid photo I have of the group that I made on of the kids take after glen found the camera. My life's so good now and thinking about them makes me forget about how good I have it.

The sounds of the car and motorcycle got closer making me think they pulled into the parking lot of Petco.

A low whistle was heard along with a ruggad voice "this is a nice fucking truck," I know, thanks,"Hey Abraham does this truck look recent used to you?"

Awh fuckit all.

I moved swiftly to isle four wear I could easily take on the two men. But much to my displeasure 4 well built men came in. I couldn't see there faces since they were wearing swat gear, obviously thinking the place wouldn't already be clear. How he fuck do I take out four well armed men in swat gear? But soon they split off into different isles and I smiled. I went for the one that went down isle one first I pulled my long curved blade out of its sheath and slowly crept up on him. But something stopped me.

Under his bullet proof vest he had on a leather vest with what seemed to be white wings. He must've heard me loud intake of breath because he turned around and saw me. With my big fucking blade out ready to attack.

He quickly tackled me trying to get knife from his shoe but I stopped him by fighting back. The other three men hurried over when they heard the commotion. All getting there guns out but not being able to shoot because we were moving so much.

He eventually got a good punch to my face knocking my mask off and he stopped fighting me suddenly even as I kicked him in the stomach he didn't fight back. It was like I shocked him.

"Beth?" He whispered.

I guessed he knew that because I found a necklace with my name on it that I was currently wearing. He got up quickly and I jumped to my feet as well taking out the to axes I had strapped to my back ready to fight again. Before I could attack him he pulled his mask off.

It was Daryl. My Daryl.

Some nights I had dreams that we were together again, hunting or drinking some random liquor we found. The best ones are instead of him being my almost lover he was my husband or the father of my children. I was always heartbroken when I woke up because I knew dreams were all they'd ever be.

But I had all ten fingers and my jaw still hurt from were I was punch so I knew this wasn't a dream. Once I realized this I ran the short distance to him and tackled him in the first hug I've had in three years. It took him a minute to hug me back, still not gripping the consent that I'm alive.

I realized the other to men were Glenn and Rick when they ripped off there helmets and ran to envelope me in another hug.

"How? How are you alive? Please tell me I'm not delusional." Rick said almost tearfully.

"I was alive. I made it. The bullet didn't damage anything!" I said in between sobs.

"Maggie's going to be so happy to see you!" Glenn said clutching my hand.

After about a half hour of them answering my questions about who was alive and wear did they live I realized that the sun would set in four hours and I had to get home.

"I have to head home and feed my animals were are you guys staying?"

"It's ah hour drive north to home so we were gonna stop half way and camp out. We've been on a five day mission to scavenge and 'ave been getting pretty tired." Rick answered.

"Well my homes about a half hour north from here you guys can stay there for the night." I said and they all agreed enthusiastically.

"Good you can help me load up my supplies and tell me about your home on the way."