Unexpected || Daryl Dixon

[08]: Ed vs. Rebecca

~Day 61~

"Look at 'em. Vultures," Rebecca muttered as she and Glenn watched Dale, Jim and Morales siphoned gas and removed the parts from the sports car that Glenn had stolen yesterday.

"Yeah, go on, strip it clean," Glenn said hastily as Rick approached the two.

"Generators need every drop of fuel they can get. Got no power without it. Sorry, Glenn, Rebecca," said Dale. "Thought I'd get to drive it at least a few more days with Becca." Rebecca kicked a pebble with her foot, "Now I'll never get to know what it's like to drive a sports car."

"Maybe we'll get to steal another one someday," said Rick. "I highly doubt it," said Rebecca as Rick patted hers and Glenn's shoulders before walking over to Lori.

As Glenn and Rebecca continued on watching, a loud scream sounded throughout the camp.

"MOM!"

"Carl?!" Lori cried out as she and Rick ran out of the camp and into the nearby woods where Carl and the other children were screaming.

Rebecca runs toward Carl, too, with her crossbow. Glenn was hot on her trails as he ran behind her.

"Rick!" Morales shouted as he tossed a shovel to him. Rick caught it.

"Mom!" Carl cried as he ran up to her. Lori brought him into a hug. "Nothing bit you? Nothing scratched you?" Lori asked as she frantically checked her son over. "No, I'm okay."

The men plus Rebecca rushes past them and into a small clearing where they see a walker hunched over a dead carcass. Shane covers him with a gun.

With its back to the group, the walker tore away the meat from the carcass and fed on it. Andrea and Amy ran up to the scene and gasped at the sight.

The carcass has arrows sticking out of it which Rebecca realizes were Daryl's. Circling the deer, the men and Rebecca attracts the walker's attention. He turned and growled at Rick.

Rick took his shovel and hits the walker. The walker kept trying to get up so Morales, Glenn, Rick, Jim and Dale continued to beat on it with their weapons while Rebecca just rolled her eyes until Dale finally cuts the head of with his axe.

"It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain," said Dale. "Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's what," Jim said.

The group heard a branch snap, following the sound of footsteps. The group raised their weapons as they scanned the woods. Daryl comes out of the woods with his crossbow. Shane lowered his gun, "Oh, Jesus."

"Son of a bitch. That's my deer!" Daryl cried out. "Look at it. All gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!"

"Calm down, son. That's not helping," Dale advised Daryl. "What do you know about it, old man? Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond?' I've been tracking this deer for miles," Daryl said before walking towards the carcass and pulling his arrows out of it.

"Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. What do you think? Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?" Daryl asked, motioning toward the deer's missing chunk from its neck.

"I would not risk that," Shane replied as Daryl sighed. "That's a damn shame. I got some squirrel. About a dozen or so. That'll have to do."

Suddenly, the head of the walker started snapping. "Oh god," Andrea exclaimed as she and Amy leave in horror.

"Come on people. What the hell?" Daryl muttered as he shot the head with an arrow through the eye. He puts his foot on the head and pulls the arrow back out.