Walking The Dead Path! (A Daryl and Merle Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

~Skylar POV~

My own blood hated me, my own blood does not want to talk to me. I sit on the stairs overthinking about everything, then a plan hit me. I grab my small hand gun that I hide in the hall vent that doesn't work. I kick in Daryl door in, "what the hell?"

"I got to make this all better" I was about to pull the trigger at his head, then out of the blue Becca was in front of me. "What the hell and why!?"

"I don't want you to hate me anymore"

"I don't hate you, just very upset" I look at her and back at Daryl. I just walk out the room. I went outside straight towards the woods. I walk far, so far to a old spot, I fell to my knees crying. I still had the gun and my katana on me, I breath in the night air. That always calm, me "just forget her" I heard, I look around to see anyone but no one came to my view. "You can't see me, I am you!" I turn around, I seen what look like me. "Trust me, just forget about her, the group, the family and..." I heard a twig break, I turn around and seen a man with one hand. I aim my gun toward him, "woah there sugar cube, I'm just trying to find some help"

"What your name?"

"Merle Dixon" Daryl brother, I smirk "I be back, but I need you meet me at the highway. I have a bad ass van with everything we need, but you have to meet me. My group hate new people" yeah I was lying back hell, why should anyone care. "My adopted mother was a doctor, I watch her a lot so I can help with your stump"

"What in it for you?"

"Help me find my husband" the smile on his face disappeared but since he was the last one to see him. "That a deal sugar cube" I lower the gun and we shook hands. He head off toward the highway and I went back to the apartment.

I pack couple of clothes, my guns, katanas and more weapons. I grab lots of cans food: spam, bean and whatever that won't go bad. The stuff I got can last us a year, I put it in my van. My baby, spike out the wheeles, snow plow in front with spikes out of that also, and AC/DC spray painted it on the side. I had pillows and blankets in the van. I started the van, surprise no one didn't seen me. I got on the highway, drive down a little seen Merle there. I stop and he got in. "Where to now sugar cube" I look at him, "away from here, if I think like him" I said and drove off.