A/N Here's an update.
I switch POVs in this chapter so be prepared. Enjoy!
<Daryl's POV>
The sun is up, and I took watch all night. I know I could have asked Beth to take a short watch even, but she needed the rest more than me. Though I'm sure bags are even more prominent under my eyes than before at least her under eyes or soft and showing signs of a good nights sleep. When she wakes up I tell her calmly that we should get moving, and of course she agrees. If anything at least she is easy going.
I watch her as we pack up what little we have and begin walking. I don't know where, just that we have to find somewhere to go. I watch the way she moves, gracefully, her lean body taking quick and easy steps, but never in a rush. Beth notices me staring at her. "What?" She asks with an awkward giggle. How is she still laughing when her sister is gone and the rest of our friends. She amazes me.
"Nothin," I say my face getting red. We continue on in silence.
After about and hour of walking we find a small cabin. In this world that's lucky for sure. "Shall we stay here?" She asks with her quiet but stern voice. I nod silently, by hard manner persisting.
We walk up the creaky wooden steps onto the small porch. There are two rocking chairs and a small table with a tea mug in it. The tea is gone and definitely has been for awhile. I have my crossbow loaded and ready and Beth has her knife raised. I open the door quietly. Nothing so far. I motion for her to check the two bedrooms and one bathroom. I go off to check the living room and kitchen.
<Beth's POV>
I walk into the bedroom and easily take down one walker. There is one other walker(a male) in the bathroom.
I hear Daryl yell clear. I walk into the living room where I see Daryl boarding up the door with wood and nails. He made fast work of finding tools in here. As he begins to nails up the boards Daryl accidentally nicks his pointer finger with a nail.
"Son of a bitch!" He yells. I run over to him, checking his finger. The metal nail is stuck in the nail bed
"Hold on!" I yell back. I rip the bottom of my green tank top off revealing my stomach and wrap the material around the nail. I then slowly slide the nail out causing Daryl to cringe in pain. Blood squirts from the hole now in his finger. I take the cloth away from his finger and wrap it more neatly on the wound.
"I am going to go check the bathroom for some rubbing alcohol to clean it."
"No need," he says cleverly and takes out a small canteen full of alcohol and pours it on the cut. He cringes a little but not much.
I hate seeing him in pain. Especially since right now he is all I have. He is good to me, I just wish I could be of more help. Lately I have been feeling more attracted to him but he probably doesn't feel the same way.
Daryl returns to boarding up the windows, much more careful this time around. I decide to help as much as I can and begin to clean the space. Putting together couches wiping down the surfaces. I make it as much of a home as I can. If anything at least we have a comfortable space.
<Daryl's POV>
3 days later
The cabin is a great spot. Quiet, hidden, plenty of resources. It's perfect enough.
There is plenty of canned food, but I'm craving meat. I have not hunted recently so I decide to ask Beth if she wants to hunt with me. I think it will be a good distraction for the day, hunting. Less time to think about her dead father and our lost friends.
"That sounds good," She replies enthusiastically.
We grab all our weapons and head out. The forest is so thick which makes me nervous because if we have to run from walkers all the bushes and roots make it complicated. Though I attempt not to think about that.
In about an hour we have caught and killed two squirrels, a bunny, and caught three fish from a nearby river.
"We should head back," I suggest. Beth wipes her sweaty forehead and lets her hand fall back to her side. It's brushes mine. I don't mind it.
"You're right, we don't want to get caught up in the dark," Beth replies, the corners of her mouth perking up.
Just when we are about to walk back the sky gets dark with thunder clouds and it starts pouring. It will be a very wet walk home. Huh, home.
I look back at Beth and she looks worried. "It's alright Beth!" I yell to her over the thunder. She nods in return. Right when I turn away from her I hear her scream and my heart jumps out of my chest.
A/N haha a cliffie!!
Well I guess you are just going to have to wait to find out what happens next.(evil laugh)
