The Winged Angel

Chapter Thirteen

Today I'm planning to finally help with the search for Sophia. The longer she's out there the more scared I get. At this point, she could be farther and farther away from us. She might have found a new group. 

That last part scares me the most.

Looking around I was once again sleeping in my claimed room at the Greene's house. But I sensed I wasn't alone.

Turning from my left side to my right Daryl's back was facing me. When did I fall asleep? I don't remember sharing the bed with him.

I thought I was just going to stay in the tent since he was hurt more than I am.

My shuffling must have caused him to wake up because he shot up out of bed and stretched his arms out. I followed suit.

"When did I fall asleep in here?" My voice came out harsh and it was obvious I had just woken up.

"You feel asleep while ramblin' how you would right Andrea again,".

Slowly nodding I shoved the covers off. Making my way to the dresser I grabbed simple light clothing that would aid me in the search.

"You should take a shower," Daryl has such a distinct smell but right now he smells like he's been rolling in walker blood. I honestly don't know how I was even able to sit next to that man let alone sleep in the same bed.

Plus, I needed to change and there was no way I was going to while he was in the room. We are close but not that close. Privacy is a must.

He nodded in agreement while snickering to himself. 

I sat on the bed once again as he gathered the clothes someone must have brought into the room for me. 

Daryl looked to be with a raised eyebrow while holding his fresh clothes. 

"Oh, the bathroom is up the stairs, second door to the right," I informed him. Of course, he hasn't taken a shower since we got here but then again he has been busy with searching.

Once we said our goodbyes and Daryl left the room I started to shed myself of the clothing. I still had the bandage as Hershel said it's safer to wear it for about a month just in case anything breaks open.

Changing the bandage to a fresh one I put on the light multi-color long-sleeve shirt that had a slight v-neck. I then put on sleek skin-tight black jeans paired with my combat boots. You can never go wrong with combat boots.

Finally fully dressed I strapped my gun and knife holster to my thigh.

Whoever invented those things is a lifesaver. Not only does it grant quick access to said weapons but also protects you.

Making my way out of the room I stuck into the kitchen stealing an apple. Although I don't like them that much it does have wonderful vitamins in them. Nowadays you're lucky to have your deal vitamins.

Making my way out the front door while taking a bite out of the apple I notice the whole group around the fire making breakfast. 

"Anyone need help?"

"Nope, we got it," Rick replied adding a pop to nope. 

I saw Andrea from the corner of my eye but neither of us said anything to each other. 

Today I felt a little bit bad for what I did but at the same time, she could have killed Daryl or me or even the both of us. Whoever is teaching her to shoot is doing a poor job.

Putting a thumbs up I started to make my way to Daryl's camp. I mind as well take the items out of the pike pouch. You never know, maybe Daryl and I can take some much-needed sips of vodka or Jack's. I threw the fully eaten apple to the side before going through the items.